Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: The Examiner (8)

[How is she so composed?]

[That’s not composure, that’s insanity!]

[Or is this what it means to be a true strategist?]

Ahcehera’s movements were precise and methodical. She carefully observed the blood mixture, taking notes on her wrist-mounted device.

Despite the chaos around her, she remained entirely absorbed in her work. The environment was far from hospitable.

The air was thick with tension, and faint, unsettling sounds echoed from the remaining tunnels. Yet Ahcehera’s mind was a fortress, undistracted by fear or doubt.

The viewers’ discussions grew more intense.

[She’s like a scientist and a soldier rolled into one.]

[Is it even safe to experiment with blood like that?]

[Why hasn’t anyone from the military arrived to help her yet?]

After what felt like an eternity to the audience, the mixture in the apparatus stabilized.

The blood now glowed faintly, its composition altered and enhanced by the chemical agent. Ahcehera nodded to herself, her lips curving into the faintest hint of a smile.

The amount of blood collected also turned from a half bag to several full blood tanks. The interstellar citizens even forgot to question where the containers came.

“Let’s see if this works,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

Her words sent another ripple of excitement and concern through the stream.

[What is she planning to do now?]

[She’s either a genius or absolutely reckless!]

[Or maybe both.]

Ahcehera wasted no time. With practiced efficiency, she retrieved a cluster of modified flying camera bots from Cresencia.

Each bot gleamed with mystery, and cutting-edge technology, their surfaces etched with subtle, glowing runes that denoted her personal modifications.

The camera feed captured her every move, showing her pulling an astonishing number of bots from her space buttons.

The seemingly endless stream of equipment pouring out of her storage baffled the viewers.

[Wait a second, how many space buttons does she have?]

[Is this… even legal?]

[As long as you have money, why not?]

[Each one of those buttons costs a fortune. She’s practically carrying a treasure chest!]

[Forget the cost, where does she even keep all of them?]

[Rich people still have problems, am I right? Meanwhile, I can barely afford one standard model.]

[Can we talk about how casually she’s just deploying advanced tech like it’s nothing?]

[She’s not afraid of damaging them!]

[Those bots were not even on the market yet!]

[Is it possible that she modified them?]

The debate grew more heated as theories flew across the chat.

[She’s a princess, so of course she has access to limitless resources. But this is next-level.]

[I heard that space buttons with high storage capacity are exclusively produced for royalty. Regular citizens like us wouldn’t even qualify to purchase one.]

[Forget the buttons! What is she planning to do with all those flying bots? Is this some kind of experiment again?]

Ahcehera’s hands worked deftly as she attached small, specialized carriers to the flying camera bots.

These carriers housed automated injectable pens, each one loaded with a liquefied solution.

The pens were equipped with timers to control the precise moment of implantation upon contact with a surface.

Her calm, calculated actions were mesmerizing. Even as the viewers debated, they couldn’t help but marvel at her ingenuity.

“Syverian,” Ahcehera called, her voice steady, “count the tunnels housing the Zerg eggs.”

Syverian’s sensors scanned the labyrinthine network, its voice responding crisply. “Mistress, there are two thousand seven hundred and eight large and small tunnels.”

Ahcehera frowned slightly, her mind racing. “Let’s prioritize. We’ll destroy the massive tunnels first.”

Without hesitation, she deployed all the modified flying camera bots to their designated areas.

As they dispersed, a massive holographic screen materialized in front of her.

The screen split into countless smaller feeds, each displaying the journey of an individual bot through the dark, eerie tunnels.

The bots moved with precision, their miniature thrusters humming softly as they navigated the twisting passages.

Some flew through narrow crevices, while others entered expansive caverns teeming with pulsating Zerg veins.

Each bot carried its payload, Ahcehera’s modified blood solution, ready to inject directly into the cores of the Zerg-infested veins.

The viewers were in awe.

[Look at the holographic screen! She’s controlling all of them simultaneously!]

[This is like watching a sci-fi movie. But it’s real.]

[Her modified blood is the key to destroying the Zergs, isn’t it? That’s insane!]

[Do you think our blood can also be used the same way as hers?]

[It could be, but she was using mental power to destroy them!]

[How come I’ve never heard of the mental power of the princess being announced to the public?]

[She must be at least an SSS-ranked superpower user right?]

[Do you think she planned this in advance? How could she come up with something so complex on the spot?]

[But the princess was never involved in choosing the planet for the joint military entrance examination!]

[This is impromptu!]

As the bots reached their targets, the audience held their breath.

On the screen, each bot extended its automated pen and injected the liquefied blood solution into the Zerg cores.

The veins reacted immediately, their pulsating glow flickering and dimming as the essence of Ahcehera’s blood disrupted their lifeline.

The process was astonishingly fast. The holographic display updated in real-time, showing the cores of the massive tunnels collapsing one by one.

The veins hardened and cracked, the Zerg essence dissipating like smoke in the wind.

The interstellar citizens erupted in amazement.

[Did you see that?! The cores are dying so quickly!]

[She’s doing what entire military squadrons couldn’t achieve!]

[I don’t know whether to be terrified or impressed. Her blood is literally weaponized.]

Ahcehera remained focused, her sharp gaze fixed on the screen. Despite the chaos around her, she exuded an air of calm authority, her every action precise and deliberate.

The viewers couldn’t contain their admiration.

[She’s so composed, even in the middle of this madness.]

[Is this what it takes to be a princess in the galaxy? Bravery, intelligence, and… whatever that is.]

[I used to think she was just a figurehead. Clearly, I was wrong.]

As the last of the massive tunnels collapsed, Ahcehera exhaled slowly, her grip on the controls steady.

“Phase one complete,” she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of determination.

Her next move would decide the fate of the remaining Zergs, and the galaxy watched with bated breath. But no one saw the blood on the side of her lips.