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

The final coordinates appeared on the Origin Core’s holographic map just after nightfall, pinpointing the location of the seventh forbidden world. Unlike the previous six planets, its records contained almost nothing in the database.

No atmospheric readings, no biological classifications, and no historical designation survived the seal. Only a single, massive structure remained visible across the orbital scans, a gigantic dimensional gate anchored to the planet’s surface.

“That’s not a conventional transportation facility,” Raevor observed, stepping up beside her as he studied the slowly rotating hologram. “Its energy output exceeds anything we’ve encountered on the other forbidden worlds.”

Rhaevia narrowed her eyes, tracing the lines of the projection. The structure resembled two enormous arcs of dark alloy rising from a circular platform, their surfaces covered in intricate symbols surrounded by seven crystalline pillars.

Even through the incomplete projection, she could feel a faint pressure pressing against her Sovereign consciousness.

It felt strangely familiar. It was not because her current mind remembered building it, but because something deep within her soul recognized its ultimate purpose.

“Project Genesis, analyze the structure,” Rhaevia commanded softly.

The pale blue interface expanded immediately in the air before her.

[ANCIENT STRUCTURE DETECTED.]

[CLASSIFICATION: DIMENSIONAL GATE.]

[ORIGIN: SOVEREIGN ERA.]

[DESTINATION: SEALED.]

[WARNING: DESTINATION COORDINATES EXCEED MODERN SPATIAL PARAMETERS.]

Rhaevia’s expression grew serious as she read the flickering text. “Exceed modern spatial parameters? Does that mean it connects to a region outside our mapped universe?”

[ANALYSIS INCOMPLETE.]

[ANCIENT AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED.]

Raevor folded his arms across his chest, his silver eyes turning toward her. “Could it lead directly to the Third Sovereign?”

“Possibly,” Rhaevia answered flatly.

The single word settled between them in the command deck. The surviving child from the Silent Planet had already confirmed that the Third Sovereign had once visited her world before erasing it.

The recovered records suggested she had searched relentlessly for something connected to Rhaevia’s past self.

Now, at the final forbidden world, a dimensional gate waited beyond the boundaries of every known star chart. Rhaevia could no longer dismiss the possibility that all these discoveries were deliberately connected.

“Change our fleet course,” she ordered, facing the navigation console. “We’re going to the seventh world.”

Raevor studied her face for a long moment. “You understand that this entire setup could be a trap.”

“Yes, I do,” she replied without hesitation.

“And if the gate leads directly into enemy territory, we might not be able to return,” he added.

Rhaevia turned to face him directly, her gaze firm. “Then we make certain we’re fully prepared before entering.”

His silver eyes held hers for a brief second before he gave a firm nod. “I’ll have the fleet establish a strict defensive perimeter. No one approaches the gate platform without your personal authorization.”

“Good,” Rhaevia said, adjusting her cuffs. “I want a full energy analysis, remote probe deployments, and an emergency evacuation route prepared before we touch anything.”

A faint, amused smile crossed Raevor’s face. “You say that as though you don’t intend to touch anything yourself.”

“I intend to touch it after everyone else has finished determining why I shouldn’t,” she countered smoothly.

“That is precisely what concerns me,” Raevor admitted.

Despite the tension hanging over the command deck, Rhaevia laughed softly. For a moment, the shadow of the approaching conflict felt distant.

Then the Origin Core’s holographic display shifted, drawing a narrow black line connecting the seventh world to an unidentified spatial region beyond the known galaxy.

At the far end of the black line, a crimson emblem flared to life, a central star surrounded by three inward-pointing crescents.

Rhaevia’s smile vanished instantly. “She has been waiting for us.”

The flagship entered orbit above the seventh forbidden world several hours later. Beneath the observation viewport stretched a barren landscape of black stone and silver dust.

No cities marked the surface, and no oceans reflected the distant starlight. The planet appeared lifeless, yet sensors registered immense, pulsing energy fluctuations deep beneath its crust.

The dimensional gate stood isolated in the middle of a vast circular plain. Even from high orbit, its staggering scale was obvious.

Rhaevia descended to the surface in an expedition shuttle alongside Raevor and a heavily armed security squad, leaving the main fleet in a high-alert defensive formation above. When their boots touched the landing pad, the ground vibrated faintly beneath their weight.

The dimensional gate towered over them, its upper metallic arcs disappearing into the dark night sky.

Rhaevia approached the base cautiously, taking measured steps. As she drew near, golden Sovereign symbols illuminated beneath her boots, spreading rapidly outward across the dark circular platform.

Project Genesis immediately responded within her optical interface.

[CREATOR SOUL SIGNATURE: VERIFIED.]

[ANCIENT GATE AUTHORITY: RECOGNIZED.]

[DESTINATION RECORD: SEALED BY THIRD SOVEREIGN AUTHORITY.]

Raevor moved up beside her, his hand resting on his sidearm as his silver Sentinel energy gathered around his fingers. “The destination was sealed by her?”

“Yes,” Rhaevia said, staring up at the towering arcs. “Which means she either wanted to prevent anyone from reaching her location or prevent something from coming through to this side.”

A low, subterranean vibration rolled across the stone platform. One by one, the seven crystalline pillars surrounding the base began to shine with intense light.

Rhaevia immediately took a step back. “Nobody touch the structure,” she ordered loudly.

The security team retreated behind Raevor’s protective energy barrier without hesitation.

Yet the dimensional gate continued to awaken on its own. Golden symbols spiraled across its metallic frame, followed by surging streams of silver light. The empty air between the towering arcs distorted violently, folding inward as though physical space was being drawn apart like fabric.

Rhaevia felt her Sovereign energy surge involuntarily in response to the spatial tear.

Raevor seized her hand firmly, locking his fingers with hers. Their 100% resonance flared instantly, golden and silver light intertwining around their bodies in a radiant sphere.

Project Genesis flooded her field of vision with urgent, flashing warnings.

[UNAUTHORIZED ACTIVATION: DETECTED.]

[DIMENSIONAL STABILITY: DECREASING.]

[DESTINATION COORDINATES: RECOVERING.]

Rhaevia stared directly into the swirling void forming between the arcs. Nobody on the expedition team had touched the central console. Nobody had issued an activation command.

And yet, something on the other side of the tear had begun answering her presence.

The pitch-black void inside the structure split open with a deafening crack, revealing a distant, blood-red sky.

A final system notification flashed bright red across Rhaevia’s vision.

[INCOMING CONNECTION: ESTABLISHED.]

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