The Unwanted Wife's SSS-Class Husbands

Chapter 7

Word Count: 869 | Released on: 08/06/2026

p, shuddering breath. The sheer, overwhelming presence of that thirty-meter dragon was beyond anything she had encountered, even

1, having lost the target of its focus, began to attack itse

oursing through her. That brief exposure, just a few minutes of "sunbathing" in his en

. She looked at the monitor, at the five angr

custom-made training ground.

s unit, which was linked to the entire facility. A weak b

nally dying?" It was the occupant of

Cell 01. Kyler's voice, raw and pained. "

dislodged dragon scales lay on the floor, glittering like black diamon

he scales. The moment the cell door cracked open, the bot was

tten up the livestock before the slaughter. If her personal pow

, the alarms ceased and the corridor temperature slo

from Cell 03. General Hugh Hamilton. "We're all just trash

ed in a corner, radiating an aura of profound despair. A medical bot tried to approach wit

o her. "Patient food refusal has exceeded s

. Prince Darrel. "Those bastards in the capital cut our special s

n systematically choked off for over six months. The Imperium wasn't just neg

in the walk-in freezer. Of course, normal food woul

the food w

ade her own meals so satisfying. If her energy had any effect on their palates, a ge

bombs. She needed their energy to level up. It was a symbiotic relationship, whe

nders lamenting over a decent meal w

e, its edge wickedly sharp. With practiced, efficient movements, she began to slice the frozen s

a meal. A real, American-

she would beg

meat began to fill the air, she held her hands over the food. A faint, almost invisible green ligh

f rehydrated potatoes. They steamed invitingly, the green glow

ood trolley and pushed it out of the

t the zoo was

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“At a high-society gala, my wealthy fiancé shoved me hard onto the polished marble floor. "Get away from me, you worthless stalker," he hissed in front of hundreds of mocking elites. He publicly broke our engagement, calling me a genetic dead-end, a worthless "Psi-Null." My own cousin and my other co-fiancés immediately joined the betrayal, legally freezing my trust fund, repossessing my home, and leaving me completely penniless in the rain. As if that wasn't enough, the Federal matching system suddenly flashed red, assigning me five new mandatory partners. They weren't just anyone. They were five decommissioned SSS-class military legends. But they were all on the verge of terminal energy collapse, rapidly devolving into mindless, bloodthirsty beasts. I was instantly exiled to the Umbra Sanitarium, a high-security prison on a toxic wasteland planet. My cousin laughed hysterically, tossing a ten-credit coin into a puddle at my feet. "Not only are you shackled to five dying madmen, but you're being exiled to the galaxy's garbage dump!" Everyone expected me to cry, to beg, or to be torn apart as their final meal. They didn't know the pathetic, love-sick Hadley had died when her head hit that marble floor. My soul, forged in the fires of a dead, post-apocalyptic world, had taken over this body. I calmly picked up the coin, boarded the rusted cargo ship, and took the job as the prison's new Head Chef. Looking at the chaotic, deadly energy radiating from the five terrifying monsters in their cells, I smiled. They thought this was my tomb, but it was actually the perfect feeding ground to level up my dormant powers.”