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

The two luminous eyes stared up from the abyss.

For one suspended moment, the research vessel remained motionless above the darkened ocean. The navigation crew struggled to maintain stability as violent currents battered the hull, while red warning signals flashed across every operational display.

“All engines to emergency thrust!” Raevor commanded, his voice cutting through the blaring alarms. “Maintain altitude above the surface! Weapons systems on standby, but nobody fires without my authorization!”

The crew responded immediately, their hands flying over the consoles.

Rhaevia barely heard them. Her attention remained fixed on the enormous golden eyes beneath the surface.

They were not the pale gold of ordinary bioluminescence but a radiance that reminded her of the Origin Core. Something about that energy felt disturbingly familiar, as though the creature below had been waiting for her long before her arrival.

Then the ocean erupted.

A colossal head burst through the surface, throwing walls of luminous water against the vessel’s hull. The ship lurched violently, its stabilizers struggling to compensate as an enormous, serpentine body rose from the depths.

Crystalline armor covered the creature’s head and neck. Patterns stretched across its scales, forming intricate geometric lines that pulsed in rhythm with the surrounding ocean currents. Behind its enormous head, a pair of sweeping fins unfolded like the wings of an aquatic dragon.

The Leviathan was larger than their research vessel, far larger.

“Biological mass exceeds all available estimates!” the navigation officer shouted, gripping the edge of his console. “Its body extends far beyond our sensor range!”

“Prepare defensive barriers!” Raevor ordered instantly.

Silver Sentinel energy surged around the ship, forming a protective shell against the water pressure and the creature’s violent movements.

The Leviathan opened its jaws, exposing rows of massive teeth. A deep, resonant roar shook the ocean, vibrating through the ship’s reinforced hull.

Then it attacked.

Its enormous tail swept through the water, generating a massive pressure wave that struck the vessel broadside.

The ship tilted sharply, throwing several crew members against their restraints. Emergency stabilizers engaged with a deafening whine, but the impact tore through two external sensor arrays.

“General, our starboard systems are failing!” an officer called out.

Raevor didn’t flinch. “Redirect power to the primary shields! Keep the vessel operational!”

He moved swiftly toward the console, already coordinating the escort ships. Their targeting systems locked onto the Leviathan, awaiting his command to strike.

Rhaevia stepped forward, raising a hand.

“Hold your fire!” she shouted.

The order cut through the chaos of the command bridge.

Raevor glanced toward her, his brow furrowed. “Rhaevia, that creature has already damaged our vessel.”

“I know,” she replied, concentrating on the golden energy flowing through its enormous body. “But look at its movements.”

The Leviathan circled them, its luminous eyes never leaving the ship. It had several opportunities to strike again, yet each movement seemed directed toward keeping the vessel away from a specific section of the ocean.

Rhaevia expanded the planetary map on her console.

Beneath the turbulent surface lay a network of enormous geological canyons. Her exploration drones had mapped only a fraction of them before the creature appeared.

She overlaid the Leviathan’s trajectory with the ocean currents. The pattern became instantly clear.

“It isn’t hunting us,” she whispered.

Raevor studied the holographic projection beside her. “Explain.”

“Every time we move toward the submerged installation, it intercepts us,” she pointed out, highlighting the flight logs. “It is preventing us from entering a specific region.”

Raevor frowned. “Why would a wild beast protect an abandoned research facility?”

“Perhaps the facility isn’t abandoned,” Rhaevia said.

She connected her wrist display to the remaining exploration drones, directing their optical systems toward the canyon beneath the Leviathan.

The feed brightened as the cameras descended. Far below, an immense structure emerged from the darkness of the trench.

It was an entire city.

Towering crystalline domes rose from the ocean floor, connected by transparent tunnels and illuminated bridges.

Buildings had been carved directly into the surrounding mineral formations, while streams of golden light flowed through conduits that extended toward the submerged research installation.

Small lights moved continuously between the structures. Thousands of biological signatures filled the scanning array.

Rhaevia stared at the display in disbelief. “There are inhabitants down there.”

Raevor’s expression hardened as the implications settled over him. “The Leviathan is protecting an underwater civilization.”

“And the installation may be connected to its survival,” Rhaevia added, watching the energy conduits pulse.

The colossal beast roared again, but this time Rhaevia sensed something subtle beneath the aggression. It was fear. It was not fear for itself, but fear for the fragile city hidden in the abyss.

She stepped directly toward the observation window, allowing her Sovereign energy to emerge in a controlled golden radiance. Instead of projecting a harsh command, she released a gentle wave of recognition, letting it flow through the vessel’s hull and into the water.

The Leviathan abruptly stopped its approach.

Its enormous head turned toward her window. The turbulent currents around the vessel softened, and golden patterns illuminated its crystalline armor, spreading from its forehead down the length of its neck.

Rhaevia felt a powerful consciousness brush against her own. It was ancient, exhausted, and bound to a duty that had endured far beyond the civilization that created it.

She lowered her hand, focusing her mind.

“I am not your enemy,” she sent, letting the thought pass through her sovereign energy and outward into the ocean.

For several tense seconds, nothing happened.

Then the Leviathan’s golden eyes widened. Its massive body trembled as though an impossible realization had struck it, and the aggressive energy surrounding it dissolved, replaced by a profound reverence.

A system notification flashed across Rhaevia’s wrist display:

[ANCIENT BIOLOGICAL CONSTRUCT: LEVIATHAN CLASS.]

[SOVEREIGN ENERGY SIGNATURE: RECOGNIZED.]

[ANCIENT GUARDIAN PROTOCOL: ACTIVATED.]

The Leviathan slowly approached the observation window.

Raevor remained alert, his Sentinel energy ready to expand at the slightest sign of danger, but the creature made no attempt to attack.

Instead, the colossal guardian lowered its head until its golden eye was level with Rhaevia. The entire ocean seemed to fall silent around them.

Then a voice resonated directly within her consciousness, filled with unmistakable recognition.

“My Sovereign.”

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