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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“When Anja opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into an interstellar empire where females were rare, precious assets. But the original owner of her body was a miserable noble heiress, desperately clinging to her arrogant fiancé. Before she could even process her new life, her fiancé, Kenny, stormed into the bedroom and slapped an annulment contract onto the nightstand. "I've found someone I actually love. I will not sacrifice my happiness for some dusty old family alliance," he sneered, looking down his nose at her. He expected her to break down. In the inherited memories, Kenny had systematically chipped away at her confidence, gaslighting her into believing she was a plain, worthless F-grade psionic. He had isolated her and deliberately stopped her from taking the mandatory government assessment just to keep her incredible potential under his thumb. He was standing there waiting for her to cry, to beg, to make a dramatic scene so he could walk out as the triumphant hero. The original Anja had rearranged her entire life to please this weak, insecure man. But the new Anja from Earth just stared at his cheap suit and unearned arrogance, finding his performance utterly hilarious. Why shed a single tear for a pathetic peacock when the law of this universe dictated that women held all the power and wealth? "Are you done?" Anja asked with an icy calm. Without a second thought, she pressed her thumb to the glowing screen, unilaterally dissolving the marriage, and ordered the estate's plasma-armed security drones to kick him out. She was going to take that mandatory assessment. It was time to see what this custom-built paradise really had to offer, completely unaware that she was about to be graded as a legendary S-Class, with five elite, beast-eared husbands dispatched straight to her door.”