The Trash Guide Awakens: The Youngest General's Hidden Wife

The entrance to the Sovereign City opened beneath a sky filled with shimmering golden light.

Rhaevia stood before the enormous metallic gates, her eyes studying the intricate symbols carved into their surfaces.

The massive structures stretched across the northern continent, their dark alloy walls rising from the freshly exposed earth like the colossal remains of a civilization that had once dwarfed every modern interstellar empire.

Raevor stood steadily beside her, flanked by an armed squad of elite military soldiers.

”Reconnaissance drones have confirmed multiple underground chambers,” he reported, his voice low and measured.

”The central structure extends several kilometers beneath the surface. Its internal power readings are increasing, but our sensors haven’t detected any active defense systems.”

”Yet,” Rhaevia added, keeping her gaze fixed on the gateway.

His silver eyes shifted toward her, a subtle hint of dry humor softening his features.

”I’ve explored enough ruins to know that an absence of defenses doesn’t mean we’re welcome,” she countered, stepping forward onto the threshold.

The giant gates responded immediately to her movement.

Golden lines illuminated beneath her boots, spreading across the floor in intricate patterns. With a low, resonant mechanical sound, the doors separated to reveal a corridor of polished black metal.

[CREATOR SOUL SIGNATURE VERIFIED.]

[ANCIENT SOVEREIGN CITY: ACCESS GRANTED.]

[DESTINATION: RESEARCH DISTRICT.]

Rhaevia’s expression intensified instantly as the system readouts appeared before her vision.

”Research district?” she murmured beneath her breath.

The polished corridor illuminated farther ahead, revealing wall symbols that Project Genesis translated automatically into readable text.

”Follow me,” Rhaevia ordered, stepping into the dark hallway.

They descended deep through the subterranean city, passing empty residential chambers, suspended transport platforms, and vast halls containing dormant, towering machinery.

Everything appeared long abandoned, yet the internal power network continued functioning seamlessly, as though its inhabitants had walked away only yesterday.

Eventually, the black corridor opened into an enormous, sprawling laboratory.

Rhaevia stopped at the threshold, taking in the breathtaking scale of the facility.

Rows of sealed research chambers extended for kilometers across the complex. Transparent reinforced walls enclosed dormant biological specimens, shimmering crystalline energy cores, and mechanical structures unlike anything produced in the modern Empire.

Luminous holographic terminals hung above long workstations, displaying fragments of encrypted data that flickered to life as the laboratory recognized her presence.

”This technology predates the Imperial scientific archives,” one researcher whispered over the communication channel, his voice filled with awe. ”Possibly by tens of thousands of years.”

Rhaevia barely heard the voice in her earpiece.

She had already recognized the distinct design of the architecture.

The energy conduits weaving through the floor, the neural interfaces hanging from the ceiling, and the crystalline processors embedded within the walls were unmistakable.

They were fundamentally related to Project Genesis.

Genesis, she called silently through her mental link. Scan the entire facility.

The system response appeared across her vision in bright crimson text.

[ANCIENT RESEARCH ARCHIVE DETECTED.]

[TECHNOLOGICAL COMPATIBILITY: CONFIRMED.]

[PROJECT GENESIS: RELATED SYSTEM IDENTIFIED.]

[WARNING: PROJECT GENESIS REPRESENTS ONLY A FRACTION OF THE ORIGINAL RESEARCH PROGRAM.]

Rhaevia froze in place, her breath catching in her throat.

”Only a fraction?” she thought, her pulse quickening.

Additional streams of classified information unfolded across her interface.

[ORIGINAL PROGRAM DESIGNATION: UNAVAILABLE.]

[REGISTERED RESEARCH DIVISIONS: SEVENTEEN.]

[ACTIVE DIVISIONS: UNKNOWN.]

[ARCHIVED PROJECTS: SEALED.]

Her heartbeat quickened as the reality set in.

Project Genesis had once seemed impossibly advanced to her, a legendary system capable of preserving her sovereign continuity across civilization collapses and facilitating her return through successive lives.

Yet this subterranean laboratory suggested it had never been her self’s ultimate achievement.

It was merely one individual component of something far greater.

”What were you trying to accomplish back then?” she whispered softly to herself.

Raevor approached from behind, noticing the sudden tension in her posture. ”What did you find?”

”Project Genesis wasn’t an isolated invention,” Rhaevia said, gesturing toward the surrounding research chambers. ”It belonged to a much larger scientific program. Seventeen research divisions, at least. We may have uncovered only one branch of an entire civilization’s work.”

”Can you access the core archives?” he asked.

”Not yet,” she replied.

Rhaevia stepped up to the nearest central terminal and placed her bare palm against its cold surface.

Golden energy flowed from her hand into the metallic interface.

The entire laboratory awakened in response.

Blinding white lights blazed across the high ceiling. Dormant machines began functioning with intense power, and dense layers of encrypted data flashed across the main HoloScreens in rapid succession.

Project Genesis synchronized with the facility’s master unit, translating fragments of information that had remained locked away for millennia.

[CREATOR AUTHORITY: ACCEPTED.]

[ARCHIVE ACCESS: PARTIAL.]

[SEALED RECORDING DETECTED.]

[RECORDING DATE: UNAVAILABLE.]

Rhaevia leaned closer to the luminous display. ”Open it.”

The laboratory’s central projection screen flickered wildly.

For several agonizing moments, interference filled the visual feed.

Then, a clear visual of a woman appeared in the center of the room.

She wore a dark, tailored military uniform with gold accents, her long dark hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders. Her face was entirely, chillingly unmistakable.

Rhaevia stared directly into her own features.

The woman in the holographic recording walked through the laboratory with the calm, absolute confidence of someone who had designed every piece of machinery around her. Behind her, several researchers in dark robes bowed deeply as she passed.

”Your Sovereign,” one greeted respectfully.

The recording continued, though its audio track remained distorted by time.

Rhaevia took a slow step toward the screen, unable to tear her eyes away from the woman who had lived long before her present existence.

Then, the version of herself turned around to face the recording device directly.

Her golden eyes seemed to look straight through time and space, locking onto Rhaevia’s present form.

”Begin the Genesis sequence,” the ancient woman commanded firmly.

The moment the words were spoken, the white laboratory lights abruptly turned a warning crimson.

[ORIGINAL PROJECT ARCHIVE: UNLOCKED.]

[CREATOR IDENTIFICATION: RHAEVIA RYTHUNDEIR.]

A final, chilling line of text flared bright red across the central screen.

[WARNING: THE FOLLOWING RECORD CONTAINS THE ORIGIN OF PROJECT GENESIS.]