Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: The Examiner (9)

A deafening, guttural scream reverberated through the tunnels, sending shockwaves through the air.

Ahcehera instinctively clutched her ears, wincing as the sound felt like a sonar attack aimed directly at her skull. The piercing vibrations rattled her senses, leaving her disoriented.

“Syverian, move back!” she commanded, her voice strained.

Ahcehera’s throat tightened as she swallowed the coppery taste of blood. Overexerting her mental power earlier had taken a toll, triggering a severe backlash.

While the injury wasn’t life-threatening, the dizziness creeping over her was enough to put her at a disadvantage.

The low, guttural growls of Zergs began to echo through the cavern. One by one, monstrous forms emerged from the shadows.

Their grotesque bodies twisted and contorted, with jagged claws and glowing, segmented eyes that shone like fiery embers.

The horde varied in size, from smaller, agile predators to towering beasts whose bodies barely fit the tunnels.

Their movements were both fluid and menacing as if they were an extension of the dark, pulsating environment itself.

“What was that sound?” Ahcehera asked, her tone sharp despite her dizziness.

Syverian’s voice remained steady amidst the chaos. “Mistress, the queen in this territory has been awakened. She released a signal to summon reinforcements.”

Ahcehera’s expression hardened, her exhaustion momentarily eclipsed by determination. “Syverian, prepare for battle.”

“But Mistress,” Syverian objected, “you are severely injured.”

Ahcehera’s gaze was unwavering as she replied, “I can still fight.”

Without hesitation, she reached for her space button and retrieved a small vial of glowing, azure liquid.

It was a high-grade healing potion, one that only royalty could possess. With a swift motion, she uncorked the vial and downed the contents in a single gulp.

The viewers, who had been anxiously watching the stream, erupted in shock and fear.

[Did you see her coughing up blood earlier? She’s overexerting herself!]

[Why is she still fighting? She should retreat and call for reinforcements!]

[That scream, it’s the queen! The Zerg queen is summoning them! We’ve never seen this on any military broadcast before.]

[Those monsters… they’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Look at their size and how they move!]

[Wait, did she just drink a healing potion? Those cost more than my entire year’s salary!]

[Is this why they say she’s the galaxy’s most resourceful strategist? Who else could stay calm in a situation like this?]

[Forget resourceful, she’s borderline reckless! If she’s injured, why isn’t she retreating?!]

As the potion coursed through her veins, Ahcehera’s breathing steadied. The dizziness ebbed away, replaced by a renewed focus.

She activated her suit’s advanced combat protocols, and her weaponized gauntlets hummed to life, their energy cores glowing faintly.

The Zergs advanced, their movements predatory and calculated.

Some slithered like serpents, their elongated bodies leaving trails of acidic residue, while others charged on muscular, insect-like legs, their jaws snapping hungrily.

“Syverian,” Ahcehera said, her voice cold and commanding, “analyze their weak points and highlight them on my HUD.”

“Understood, Mistress,” Syverian replied, its mechanical tone unwavering. “Weak points identified. Displaying data now.”

The augmented reality display in Ahcehera’s helmet lit up, marking vulnerable spots on each Zerg.

She adjusted her stance, her gauntlets crackling with energy as she prepared to engage.

The viewers watched in a mix of terror and admiration as the youngest princess stood her ground against the monstrous horde, her silhouette framed by the dim, flickering light of the collapsing tunnels.

[She’s analyzing them in real time? That’s insane!]

[I can’t believe she’s doing this alone. Where’s her backup?]

[Look at her gauntlets! Those are military-grade, custom-made weapons. They must be worth a fortune!]

[Even if she wins this, she’s risking her life in a way that no royal ever has before. She’s more than a princess, she’s a hero.]

[Wait… what’s her plan? She can’t possibly take on all of them by herself, can she?]

Ahcehera didn’t flinch as the first wave of Zergs lunged toward her.

Her gauntlets surged with energy, and with a swift motion, she unleashed a concentrated blast that sent the creatures flying.

Their screeches echoed through the tunnels as they crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Her heart pounded in her chest, but her mind remained sharp. This wasn’t just a fight for survival, it was a battle to protect the galaxy from the horrors lurking in the shadows.

And no matter the cost, she was determined to see it through.

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Ahcehera’s gaze swept over the swarm of Zergs closing in on her, their monstrous forms surging with relentless aggression.

She tightened her grip on her weaponized gauntlets, but her expression betrayed a flicker of doubt. There were too many.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she muttered under her breath, “I hope I can still live after this…”

Syverian’s voice broke through the chaos, its tone steady but grave. “Mistress, the equipment is on cooldown.”

Is this the fate of a villainess? It seems like the world wants me to die early.

The statement sent a wave of panic through the viewers watching her stream.

[Cooldown? Does that mean she can’t use her weapons right now?]

[She’s defenseless without them! This is bad!]

[How could she let her equipment overheat in the middle of a fight like this?]

“Use a longsword,” Ahcehera ordered, her voice firm despite her pale complexion.

[Wait… did she just say she’s going to use a sword?]

[She’s insane! No one fights Zergs with a sword in close combat and lives to tell the tale!]

Syverian hesitated for a split second before complying, deploying a modified, double-edged longsword from her suit’s arsenal.

Its blade shimmered with a faint, purple glow, enhanced with plasma technology to cut through even the toughest exoskeletons.

When the viewers saw the weapon in her hands, the chat erupted into chaos.

[She’s really going to fight them hand-to-hand? With a sword?]

[That sword is worth more than an entire starship! Does she even know how to use it?]

[Why didn’t she just retreat? This is reckless, even for her!]

[Is this a desperate move or a calculated risk? Either way, I can’t stop watching.]