The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: The Show
Athena sat by the window of her villa, sipping on a warm cup of tea, when her optical brain suddenly vibrated.

She glanced at the screen and saw that it was her agent calling. With a sigh, she accepted the call, already expecting some kind of ridiculous work proposal.

“Athena, I have something big for you,” her agent’s voice crackled through the line, filled with excitement.

“You’ve been invited to participate in a variety show. And not just any show, Wild Survival Chronicles: Galactic Frontier Edition.”

Athena almost dropped her cup. Her fingers tightened around the handle as memories of her last life surged through her mind.

That same survival show where she had pushed herself to the limit, surviving against all odds.

It was the same show that had tested her mental and physical strength, proving to the world that she wasn’t just a pretty face.

For a moment, she considered refusing. However, before she could voice her thoughts, her agent continued, “The twist this time is that you’ll be partnered with none other than Mors.”

That made her pause. “Mors?”

“Yes,” her agent confirmed.

“And get this… the location isn’t just some controlled environment. It’s at the actual frontline of the border that Major General Mors defends in Sinalta. Zerg-infested lands, real danger, real survival. They’re taking the show to a whole new level.”

Athena took a slow breath. The frontline of the border where zergs lurked.

These weren’t the lower-level creatures she had fought before, some of them had evolved to the point of reaching level eight, capable of not only strategy but speech.

These monsters were the very embodiment of destruction. The very idea of facing them again made her blood stir with an unsettling mix of excitement and apprehension.

She exhaled. “When do we leave?”

A week later, Athena stood at the launch bay, her gear strapped securely around her body as the countdown for departure began.

Across from her, Mors was already in his battle uniform, his black hair tied back, exuding his usual unshakable confidence.

When he met her gaze, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Ready for round two?”

Athena rolled her eyes. “You’re acting like I lost last time.”

Mors chuckled. “You didn’t lose, but you didn’t win either.”

Before she could argue, the shuttle’s engines roared to life, signaling the beginning of their mission.

They boarded, strapping in as the ship shot forward, entering the vast expanse of space. The journey to the border was tense.

As soon as they exited the warp jump, Athena could already see the harsh, barren land through the ship’s window, rocky terrain, twisted trees, and shadows that slithered in the distance.

The moment they landed, the heavy scent of burnt metal and rotting flesh hit her nose. A siren wailed. “Zerg activity detected within three kilometers.”

The soldiers escorting them immediately fell into formation. Mors stepped forward, scanning the terrain. “We move in groups. Stick to the plan.”

Athena tightened the straps of her gloves, feeling the familiar weight of her combat knife secured at her thigh. “Let’s make this quick.”

They set out, cameras floating around them, capturing every moment of the survival show.

Athena had been in countless battles, but this was different. This wasn’t just for entertainment, this was real.

The first wave of zergs attacked at dusk. The creatures came in a stampede, their monstrous bodies cutting through the terrain with terrifying speed.

Some crawled on all fours, others had wings, their screeches splitting through the air. Athena drew her blade just as one lunged at her, its sickle-like limbs aiming for her throat.

She ducked, twisting her body mid-air, and sliced cleanly through its neck. Black blood splattered onto the dry ground.

To her left, Mors was a force of destruction, cutting down zergs with a precision that made it look effortless.

His blade gleamed under the fading light as he decapitated three creatures in a single strike. A level-eight zerg emerged from the swarm.

Its body was larger than the others, its dark carapace gleaming with intelligence. Unlike the others, it didn’t charge recklessly. Instead, it spoke.

“Humans… persistent pests.”

Athena’s breath hitched. Its voice was guttural, distorted, but unmistakably clear. It was intelligent.

Mors stepped forward. “I was wondering when one of you would show up.”

The zerg tilted its head. “Why resist? Your kind will fall. The Sinalta Empire will crumble.”

Athena felt her fingers twitch around the handle of her knife. “You talk too much.”

The zerg snarled, lunging toward them with blinding speed.

Athena barely had time to react before Mors grabbed her waist and twisted it out of harm’s way.

The zerg’s claws slashed through the air where she had been standing just seconds before.

Mors’ blade shot forward, piercing through the creature’s torso. It let out a guttural scream, its body convulsing before going still.

The remaining zergs hesitated for a moment before retreating into the shadows.

Silence fell.

Athena let out a slow breath, stepping away from Mors. “You didn’t have to grab me.”

Mors smirked, wiping the black blood from his blade. “I was just making sure you didn’t embarrass yourself on a live broadcast.”

Athena huffed, shoving his arm. “Shut up.”

The first day of the survival challenge was over, but they both knew this was just the beginning.

As the battlefield fell into silence, the distant echoes of retreating zergs faded into the night. Athena took a deep breath, her heartbeat finally slowing.

The scent of burnt flesh and metallic blood still lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the battle they had just won.

The floating cameras continued to record, but for a brief moment, Athena forgot about the show.

Her gaze flickered to Mors, who was casually wiping his blade against his sleeve, as if he hadn’t just faced down a level-eight zerg.

She rolled her shoulders, wincing slightly at the dull ache settling in. “Next time, let me handle myself,” she muttered.

Mors smirked. “Next time, don’t get distracted by a talking bug.”

Athena scoffed and turned away, but she could still hear the amused chuckle under his breath.

Their comms buzzed to life. “This is Command. The first wave has been repelled, but expect another attack before sunrise. Find a secure location to regroup.”

Athena exchanged glances with Mors. This was just the beginning. The real survival challenge had yet to begin, and the borderlands were far from safe.

With a deep breath, she reloaded her weapon. Let them come.