Isolde's smile froze.
"If I really make you the governor's wife." Lynn's voice wasn't loud, but Kerry could just hear it.
"She can get jealous, you know~~"
Isolde's pupils contracted sharply. She tried in panic to pull her hand back, to stand up and escape, but it was too late!
A cold, invisible force instantly pinned her firmly to the chair.
Far more terrifying than physical constraints, this is suppression from Psychic Power.
She couldn't move a single finger; only her eyes could move in terror.
Kerry also sensed something was wrong. He tried to stand up, but was also forced back into his seat.
He could only watch helplessly as what happened next unfolded.
The shadow on Lynn's shoulder appeared, growing clearer and clearer.
For the first time, Rena revealed her true form in front of the two of them.
A brilliant purplish-red chitinous carapace smoothly covered her ferocious body.
Its over six-meter-long body stretched out, casting a shadow that enveloped the entire dining table.
This is a terrifying creature born of destruction, a nightmare for all living things.
When she fully revealed herself, the oppressive aura of a predator at the top of the food chain was palpable.
This left their minds blank, preventing them from even having the thought of escaping.
A slender, purple tentacle slowly emerged from Rena's open mouth.
A faint purple light could be seen flowing inside the tentacles.
It struck Isolde precisely in the center of his forehead.
A soft "plop" sound rang out.
Isolde's eyes widened instantly, his pupils disappearing.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
This goes beyond physical annihilation; it is Annihilation at the level of the soul.
Kerry sat on the stool, his eyes wide open, tears silently streaming down his face.
Although his relationship with Isolde wasn't particularly deep, it's impossible for a couple married for so many years to have no feelings for each other at all.
At this moment, he could clearly "feel" that Isolde's existence was fading away.
The entire process of the husband's pre-marital assault did not last very long.
About thirty seconds later, the tentacles retracted.
Isolde's body went limp, and he slumped into the chair.
She is still alive.
Her breathing was steady, her heartbeat was normal, and even her complexion quickly regained its rosy hue.
But her eyes were completely blank.
It wasn't a state of stagnation or bewilderment, but rather a complete void.
Like a brand new robot that hasn't been programmed with any data yet.
Then, a glimmer of purple light appeared in those blank eyes.
Isolde, or rather, this body, slowly sat up straight.
She moved her fingers and twisted her neck; the movements were a little stiff at first, but quickly became smooth and natural.
She stood up, walked to Lynn's side, bowed slightly, and said in a emotionless voice:
"Connection stable, Puppet Number One, standby."
Lynn nodded. "Very good, that's what I wanted."
"The Governor's wife."
This is the latest achievement of Rena Swarm Biotechnology: " Puppet Insect Thrall ".
A new approach has been developed based on the Genestealer gene-editing technology.
Achieving consciousness shift without altering the host's genes.
Instead, they used special neural parasites and Psychic Power to first erase the original owner's consciousness.
Combined with Psychic Power links, it directly replaces the host's original consciousness.
Like a marionette.
The advantage is that it's virtually impossible to tell the difference between it and the real person.
This is why Lynn has been talking to Isolde these past few days—to understand her social habits.
The downside is that it requires Rena herself to expend a lot of attention and Psychic Power for precise control.
Furthermore, with Rena's current abilities, she can only reliably control one "puppet" at a time.
Isolde, a noblewoman of the Kora Family, and wife of Kerry von.
That shrewd, vain, and ambitious woman is gone forever.
Now, she is merely an empty shell called " Puppet Number One," and the will of Rena that controls it.
The Psychic Power suppression was lifted, Kerry slid to the ground.
He looked up at his "wife," a figure both familiar and strange.
The tears had all dried up; after the extreme pain, only utter numbness and emptiness remained in my eyes.
He slowly, little by little, crawled to Lynn's feet.
She reached out a trembling hand and grabbed Lynn's sleeve.
"Kill me," he said, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
"Please, kill me."
This nobleman, who had spent his entire life fearing death, now actually sought to die.
He really broke down.
But Lynn didn't intend to let him die like that.
He needs a knowledgeable and well-connected assistant who is familiar with aristocratic circles when he goes to Brevis.
Butcher are ultimately people from the lower classes, not fit for respectable positions.
Lynn crouched down, his purple eyes fixed on Kerry's unfocused pupils.
His voice suddenly became deep and magnetic, with wisps of Psychic Power permeating his words.
Like the devil's whisper, it carries a seductive power:
" Kerry, are you really willing to accept this?"
Kerry looked at him blankly.
Are you willing to die like this, like a stray dog that no one will remember?
"Will you tarnish your family name and make it a laughingstock forever?"
Kerry's pupils refocused.
"Your ancestor was a major general in the Astra Militarum, who fought for the Imperium on all sides and was honored with many titles."
And you? You don't even have one percent of his courage; you only want to climb the social ladder by relying on women.
His body began to tremble, and something was reignited.
"Don't you want to restore the glory of your ancestors?"
Lynn's voice seemed to resonate directly in the depths of Kerry's soul, carrying endless allure.
" Isolde, isn't your wife just a 'tool' you found to prove yourself?"
The fire in Kerry's eyes burned even brighter.
"I'm giving you a chance now. Do you want to seize it?"
His grip on Lynn's clothes tightened without him even realizing it.
"I think..." His hoarse voice grew louder and louder.
"I want to, sir, I want to!"
"I want to recreate the glory of my ancestors, I want to prove I'm not useless, I want to!!!"
Lynn smiled with satisfaction, reaching out to touch his messy hair in a gesture that could even be described as "gentle."
"Very good."
"So, from now on, forget the name ' Kerry Von'."
He already belongs to me.
Kerry looked up at him, his eyes filled with utter submission and a rekindled, twisted desire.
"Your name is Gus Griffith," Lynn said, enunciating each word clearly.
"He is my adjutant, my most trusted assistant."
You will follow me to Brevis and help me take control of that planet.
In return, you will gain power and status.
And, the chance to restore the family's glory!
" Gus Griffith..." Kerry repeated the name softly, his eyes gradually hardening.
"I understand, sir."