"Boss." Right then, Ashton knocked and brought someone inside. After a few days in solitary confinement, Shirley's wild streak had calmed. Head down, like a kid caught in trouble, she walked slowly toward Thora. Ashton stepped aside, staying out of the way. "Thora, finally! You're here!" Shirley grinned, trying to flop into a chair like she owned it. "Did I say you could sit?" Thora's voice was low but sharp, cutting through the room. Shirley hadn't even sat down before that one line jolted her. She shot upright, frozen in place as her smile vanished from her face. Thora frowned.She'd always known Wolffang Unit wasn't a stiff, rule-following military. She didn't want soldiers who just obeyed orders—she wanted partners who could think on the battlefield. So that jumpy energy Shirley had? Thora didn't mean to squash it. But there were lines she just couldn't let slide. "If you ever hurt your teammates, friends, or family again, you're out. No second chances." Thora fixed Shirley with a serious look. Shirley bit her lip, then nodded. She looked a little hurt, watching Thora carefully. "I won't tolerate traitors who betray their own," Thora said, her face stern. "I know ... " Shirley's voice still carried a hint of frustration. She couldn’t help but defend herself somewhat. "But they started it. They picked on us first ... " Thora's lips twitched, a small smile appearing. "That won't happen again."Shirley's eyes brightened instantly at the smile, and a big grin spread across her face. "So ... can I sit now?" Thora raised an eyebrow but didn't say a word. That was her answer. Shirley dragged a chair over, swung a leg backward over it, leaned in, and asked, "By the way, I rushed here and forgot something. Did you bring it?" "What's it?" Thora looked puzzled. Shirley clicked her tongue and whispered, "Pads!" Ashton, standing nearby, choked on air. His face flushed. "Boss, I—uh—I'll go train!" He didn't even finish before bolting, his footsteps disappearing down the hall. "Pads?" Thora repeated. Shirley's reminder hit her. She realized her period still hadn't started. "Yeah! Don't tell me you didn't bring any either! Oh no ... " Shirley collapsed on the desk with a groan like the world had ended. Thora frowned. Was something wrong with her body? She glanced down instinctively. Everything looked normal—her female features were there. Then, she thought about how her body had changed. Her speed and explosive power were off the charts. Could her genes have mutated somehow? "Thora? Why are you zoning out?" Shirley waved her hand in front of Thora's face, noticing her serious look. Thora snapped back. "I'll have logistics order a bunch of it." "Awesome!" Shirley's face lit up as she started chattering and complaining about her time in solitary. Thora didn't reply. She quietly made a fist with her right hand. Veins popped under her skin. Raw power surged through her arms and legs, ready to break free. Images raced through her mind uncontrollably. She remembered dodging bullets in the Astralis College library tower and the close-combat brawl with Greywolf's men. Her speed and strength had already surprised her. Back then, Amie wasn't awake yet. Thora hadn't used any abilities. That strength had come from the body itself. Not just matching her peak from her previous life, but going beyond it. "Amie, did you notice this?" Thora mind-linked. "This body isn't normal." "I've known for a while!" Amie's excited voice filled the mind. "I woke up this fast because this body nourishes us. Its capacity is insane. It not only supports our power perfectly, but it also keeps raising our limits!" Thora asked seriously, "We used the original Thora's soulstone. Any kind of rejection?""Not a single bit!" Amie replied, sounding totally confident. "This body's soulstone is like it was made just for us. My power fits perfectly with it, and it can even pull energy from outside." "Made just for us ... " Thora murmured. "Thora, don't forget—you were born different. You're going to be the strongest on Blue Star!" Her grandfather's words rang in her mind again. Thora's gaze sank. Could everything really just be a coincidence? She couldn’t help but wonder if her rebirth was a matter of chance or destiny.