The Bigshot's Superstar Wife - Chapter 156

Chapter 156: Back Home
The village basked in the newfound peace that Athena had unknowingly gifted them. The air felt cleaner, the streets livelier, and the once-shadowed corners now bathed in warmth.

Children played freely without parents whispering warnings to stay indoors after dark.

The villagers, especially the elders, knew the truth, the curse had been lifted, and the souls that once wandered in torment were finally at rest.

Though the elders kept their gratitude private, they ensured Athena’s departure was met with respect.

Their quiet thanks lingered in their eyes, and a few discreetly left small tokens, flowers, charms, or neatly folded notes, in her belongings as a sign of their deep appreciation.

The show’s crew, along with the other participants, remained blissfully unaware of the horrors that had unfolded.

To them, the forest was nothing more than an eerie backdrop to their farming adventure. The mystery of the curse was buried with the ashes of the past.

The journey back to the capital city of Zumera was quiet. Athena stared out of the bus window, her mind lingering on the sword, that familiar yet foreign weapon that had saved her.

The faint warmth she once felt from the sword’s presence seemed to hum faintly inside her chest, as though a connection still existed.

She touched her palm, half-expecting to feel its weight again, but there was nothing. Just her own cold skin.

Once back in the city, Athena returned to her villa in the peaceful suburbs. The quiet surroundings were a stark contrast to the haunting memories that clung to her.

After locking the door, she trudged to her bedroom and sank into the mattress. The exhaustion she’d been ignoring finally weighed her down.

But no matter how tired she felt, her mind refused to rest.

After a moment of battling her thoughts, Athena dragged herself to the bathroom, hoping a hot bath might wash away her lingering unease.

The warm water eased her tense muscles, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself to finally relax. For the first time in days, she let her guard down.

When she emerged from the bathroom, her damp hair clinging to her skin, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and stepped into her bedroom.

Then she froze.

On her dresser sat three small bottles, each filled with a glowing liquid.

One bottle contained a shimmering blue potion, the second swirled with a deep violet hue, and the third gleamed an earthy green. Beside them lay a small envelope.

Athena’s pulse quickened. She knew she hadn’t left anything like that in her room. Heart pounding, she rushed to her security console and replayed the villa’s surveillance footage.

Everything appeared normal, no intruders, no shadows moving in the corners.

Yet, there was a brief glitch, no longer than a second, and when the footage resumed, the potions and letter were suddenly on her dresser.

Impossible.

Her fingers trembled as she reached for the envelope. The paper was smooth, with no markings other than her name scrawled neatly across the front.

She unfolded the letter and began to read.

“Good job! You have completed the basic task and earned potions to cure your beloved person. Along with your success is the opening of a soul space, a pocket dimension space where you can put anything you want that can fit the space. The space will grow more as long as you help people in need.”

Athena read the message twice, disbelief washing over her. The words felt too surreal. Potions to cure her beloved person?

But who was this “beloved person”? She couldn’t remember anyone that fit that description, not since her memory loss. And what was this “soul space”?

Confused yet curious, she examined her wrist. That’s when she noticed it, a delicate tattoo of a crown, faint yet distinct, now marked her skin.

She traced the symbol with her fingertips, and the moment she did, her vision blurred.

A sharp sensation swept through her body, not painful, but powerful, like her entire being was being pulled somewhere else.

Before she could react, she found herself standing in a completely unfamiliar space.

The air was cool and still, yet oddly comforting. The sky above was a muted shade of purple, with golden wisps of light swirling like fireflies.

The ground beneath her feet was smooth stone, polished like marble but warm to the touch.

Surrounding her were shelves, cabinets, and empty containers, a space seemingly designed for storage. This must be the soul space the letter mentioned.

Curiosity pushed Athena forward. She reached out and opened one of the wooden cabinets, finding it completely empty.

Another shelf, bare. But the moment she placed her palm on the surface, the faintest ripple of energy spread outward. The space responded to her, as if it recognized her as its owner.

Testing it further, she imagined placing one of the potion bottles inside. Instantly, the green potion appeared on the nearest shelf.

“This… this is real,” she whispered.

The possibilities raced through her mind. She could store supplies, weapons, even books, anything she might need.

But her thoughts returned to the letter’s words, help people in need. If this space could grow with her actions, then her path was becoming clearer.

The weight of her forgotten past loomed at the back of her mind. Who was she before her amnesia?

How did she know how to wield that sword? And most importantly, who was the “beloved person” she was supposed to cure?

As she pondered these questions, her fingers absentmindedly traced the crown tattoo on her wrist. The mark pulsed faintly beneath her skin, warm and steady like a heartbeat.

“I need answers,” she murmured to herself.

Returning her focus to the soul space, she mentally willed herself back home. A rush of energy engulfed her, and in an instant, she found herself back in her villa’s bedroom.

The potions still rested on her dresser, glowing faintly in the dim light. Athena stood there for a long moment, gripping the letter tightly in her hand.

She didn’t know who had left the items or how they had appeared. But one thing was certain, this was only the beginning.

Her connection to the sword, the mysterious tattoo, and the growing power she sensed within herself, they were all tied to something greater.

And if the path forward meant helping others, she was ready to face whatever awaited her.