Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 180

Chapter 180: Discover Talent
The Western front was caught off guard.

The zerg tide surged with a force unlike anything seen before, and this time, among the endless horde of mindless creatures, there were high-level zergs, creatures with intelligence, capable of commanding their swarm with terrifying precision.

The battlefield turned into chaos as waves of monstrous entities crashed against the defensive lines.

Soldiers fought desperately, their weapons blazing, but the sheer numbers overwhelmed them.

Screams echoed through the ruined city, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning flesh and metallic blood.

Explosions rocked the battlefield as mechas unleashed their full artillery. Yet for every zerg that fell, another took its place.

The high-level zergs remained at the back, their eerie eyes glowing as they directed their armies with brutal efficiency.

The defenders were being pushed back, their formations breaking apart, their morale wavering.

More and more people fell, wounded or dead, and it was clear that if reinforcements didn’t arrive soon, the Western front would collapse entirely.

In the midst of the chaos, Joseph, Athena’s right-hand man, came rushing toward Ahcehera, his face grim and streaked with sweat and dirt.

“Commander,” he reported urgently, “a civilian has appeared among the soldiers. He’s strong, unusually strong. He’s leading a group of fighters and helping push back the tide.”

Ahcehera’s eyes sharpened. A civilian? In a battle of this scale?

It was unheard of. But there was no time for doubt.

“If he’s capable, employ him,” she ordered. “Give him rank. We need every hand we can get.”

Joseph nodded and rushed off, disappearing into the battlefield’s chaos. Ahcehera turned her focus back to the fight, her power flaring to life as she joined the fray.

Golden light crackled around her as she moved with inhuman speed, slashing through the monstrous creatures with precision.

Her divine energy burned through the zerg flesh, reducing them to ash with every strike.

Nearby, the newly promoted civilian fought like a demon. He wielded a long blade, his movements fluid and devastating.

With every swing, a zerg fell, its body cleaved cleanly in two. He moved with such efficiency and raw strength that even the trained soldiers around him faltered in awe.

His presence turned the tide of the battle, inspiring those who had been close to despair. The high-level zergs screeched in frustration.

They shifted tactics, sending a fresh wave of elite creatures straight toward him, their massive forms crashing through the ruins with terrifying speed.

The civilian did not flinch. With a single leap, he met them head-on, dodging their attacks with inhuman reflexes.

His sword cut through chitin and flesh, each strike precise, as though he had fought these creatures a thousand times before.

Blood splattered across his face, but his expression remained eerily calm, unreadable.

Hours later, the battlefield was finally silent. The last remnants of the zerg tide had been eradicated, their corpses scattered across the ruined city like a grotesque tapestry of war.

The soldiers collapsed in exhaustion, their relief palpable. Ahcehera wiped the blood from her blade, her mind already calculating their next move.

The next day, Joseph returned with news. “Commander,” he reported, “the civilian has agreed to join our ranks.”

Ahcehera nodded, unsurprised. It was a logical decision. Anyone with such skill would be wasted as a mere bystander. “Good. Watch over him.”

Weeks passed, and the new recruit’s rise was nothing short of meteoric. He climbed the ranks with unnatural speed, his battlefield achievements impossible to ignore.

His leadership, combat skills, and strategic mind far surpassed even the most elite officers.

His name was spoken in hushed tones among the soldiers, admiration and unease mingling in their voices.

Some called him a warborn, a prodigy forged by the fires of battle. Others whispered of something more… unnatural.

Ahcehera, too, grew curious. One evening, she summoned the man to her command chamber.

When he entered, she studied him carefully. He was tall, his build lean but powerful.

His face was unfamiliar, sharp features, piercing dark eyes, and an expression that was neither humble nor arrogant. He saluted with the perfect discipline of a trained soldier.

“You have risen quickly,” Ahcehera remarked, her voice measured. “Your abilities are beyond what is normal, even for a noble-born warrior.”

The man remained unfazed. “I only do what is necessary, Commander.”

Ahcehera’s gaze didn’t waver. “Which family do you hail from?”

There was a pause. It was brief, almost imperceptible, but she caught it.

“I have no family,” he answered simply. “I am an orphan.”

A lie.

Ahcehera’s expression did not change, but her mind sharpened like a blade. A warrior of his caliber did not simply appear from nowhere.

His skill, his discipline, it was the result of rigorous training, the kind that only the most powerful families could provide. Yet he claimed to be an orphan.

Something was not right.

She dismissed him, but as soon as he was gone, she turned to Joseph, who had been waiting quietly in the corner.

“Keep an eye on him,” she ordered, her voice low. “And be vigilant. There’s more to him than what he says.”

Joseph nodded solemnly. “Understood.”

As Ahcehera sat back in her chair, her fingers tapped lightly against the wooden surface.

The war was already a storm raging across the galaxy, but now, another mystery had entered the fray.

And mysteries, in times of war, were never a good sign. That night, Ahcehera stood by the window of her chamber, staring out into the vast night sky.

The stars twinkled above the war-torn land, oblivious to the chaos below. Her mind, however, remained restless.

The new officer, whoever he was, had woven himself too seamlessly into their ranks. His presence, while beneficial, carried an undercurrent of something unnatural.

Joseph had already dispatched spies to discreetly investigate his background, but Ahcehera doubted they would find anything.

A man like that did not leave traces unless he wanted to be found.

A gust of wind swept through the open window, rustling the documents on her desk. A faint unease settled in her chest. There was something she was missing, something important.

For now, she would play along, but she would not be blind. If this man was an ally, she would welcome him. If not… she would eliminate him before he became a threat.