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Dump One Loser, Gain Six Husbands.

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1037    |    Released on: 02/06/2026

s a massive, silver dome that glittered in the morning sun, a pearl of a building nestled in t

silent and precise. He stopped a respectful dis

ounced, his gray eyes fixed on a point just past her

smile. "Thank you, Captain. Can you

flustered by her direct address. "The test is... non-invasive, Ma'am. Completely

h it was barely perceptible. The ramp opened not to the roar of engines, bu

r researchers. They were led by an older man with kind eyes and a fringe of white hair,

lowing a few steps behind. He stopped before her and performed a deep, formal b

nt. "I am Chief Researcher Elian Vance. It is a privilege to welcome

le of importance. They guided her into a transparent elevator tube that descended from

ing lines. They were the ordinary citizens, waiting for hours for their own, less

ing at a woman in an elevator; they were looking at a symbol, a potential savior, a winning lottery ticket. Their gazes were

nt of her, his broad, armored shoulders blocking the v

ore that was silent save for the low hum of air purifie

looked nothing like a laboratory. It was more like a private suite at a five-star spa. Soft music, a

le, sleek, milk-white pod, shaped li

," Vance said softly, g

istant. She lay down inside the pod, the interior surface c

base of her spine and slowly travel upwards, a pleasant tingle that was deeply relaxing. She closed her eyes, letting the process ha

his eyes glued to the data streams pouring onto the scree

h represented the baseline energy output

it fli

of a B-Class psionic. The assistants m

to a deep, royal purple-the marker for an A-Class, o

rs gasped, a sharp, involunt

arsh whisper. He didn't take his eyes

s if the machine itself was struggling to process the sheer magnitude of the ener

turbed by a flicker of anxiety. Her heart began to beat a little faster. The gentle

inal, soft chi

ja sat up, blinking, feeling a little disoriented but otherwise perfectly

. Chief Researcher Vance was sweating, his hand gripping

side of the pod, her boots

breaking the stunned silenc

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Dump One Loser, Gain Six Husbands.
Dump One Loser, Gain Six Husbands.
“Anja woke up in an interstellar empire where females were precious assets-and promptly got dumped by her arrogant fiancé. He waited for her to cry. She laughed in his face. With a single thumbprint, she dissolved the marriage, kicked him out with security drones, and walked straight to the government assessment center. The test revealed something impossible: an S-Class psionic rating, the highest in a century. Now five elite, beast-eared warriors are being dispatched to her estate. They're dangerous. Possessive. And genetically engineered to worship her. But Anja doesn't just want protection. She wants power. Every corrupted warrior she purifies makes her stronger. Every Hive Core she absorbs pushes her abilities further. And every Consort she claims adds a new weapon to her arsenal. Her ex wanted her to be nothing. Too bad for him-she's about to become everything.”