Interstellar: Return of the Villain
Chapter 95: Revenge

Chapter 95: Revenge

When they caught up, they found the wyrm gnawing on something massive.

As their mechas scanned the scene, the energy readings hit them like a ton of bricks.

"Damn it! No wonder we couldn’t find those level-nine plants. This thing’s been hoarding them!" Oleg spat out, rage lacing every word.

There were several of these plants, probably all the high-level ones the planet had to offer.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. Cohen’s brow furrowed. "Vice Admiral, the wyrm is using these plants to level up. We can’t let that happen!"

Without hesitation, he aimed his cannon straight at the wyrm’s colossal head and fired, hoping to stop it from feeding.

But the wyrm’s scales began to shift and shimmer—a sign that the advancement had already begun.

In the underground terrain, Oleg was in his element. He let out a thunderous roar, causing the entire mountain to crack and crumble, burying the wyrm in rocks and earth.

Cohen didn’t hold back either. He tore through the debris, exposing the wyrm’s head once more, then barked an order to the battleship, "Fire the cannon!"

"So much power," Lyra thought as she activated a healing shield, feeling the intense particle waves from the battle.

The wyrm thrashed and bellowed, desperate to complete her advancement.

In the sky, red clouds swirled, drawn by her energy, crackling with thunder and lightning.

The wind whipped into a frenzy, pulling debris and even people into a spiraling tornado.

Amid the chaos, the battleship hovered like a lone star in the darkened sky, and suddenly, it unleashed its beam.

A mix of hatred and desperation flickered in the wyrm’s eyes—she wasn’t going down alone.

Her head suddenly split open, releasing a blinding purple light.

BOOM—

The explosion was cataclysmic. The blast was so massive that it could be seen from space.

Lyra lay on the ground, a light shield barely protecting her. She saw several streaks of light shooting out from the center of the explosion—probably Oleg, and the others, all flung by the blast.

When the shockwaves finally died down, a thick layer of gray dust covered everything. Those closest to the explosion were buried beneath the rubble.

Lyra struggled to her feet, spotting the others lying unconscious, their backs torn open and bloody from the force of the blast.

Suddenly, a frantic voice came through her earpiece, "Medical team, locate the Vice Admiral Oleg, now!"

A dark determination flashed in Lyra’s eyes as she grabbed a jetpack from the ground and took off in a specific direction.

Behind her, the butler scrambled to her feet, shielding an unharmed Vivian.

She looked in the direction Lyra had flown and was about to follow when a sharp screech broke the silence.

From the giant crater, a snow-white, plump creature crawled out, with two pairs of small wings on her back—a queen bee.

And she had advanced to level seven!

She was devouring energy mines at an alarming rate. If left unchecked, she would consume them all in no time.

The butler, tasked with overseeing the mining operation, had no choice but to head to the mines first.

Meanwhile, the queen bee kept Cohen and Erin busy.

"Does this ever end?!" Erin shouted, on the brink of losing it.

"Now’s not the time to complain," Cohen muttered, glancing at his mecha’s nearly depleted energy bar. He climbed out of the cockpit, saying, "We’re out of juice. Looks like we’re doing this the old-fashioned way."

At least she was only level seven...

As the battle raged on, Lyra hovered in mid-air, scanning the rubble until she found Oleg.

His mecha’s cockpit was torn open, and he lay slumped in the seat, a bloody mess, barely clinging to life.

In his hand, he still gripped a glowing green plant—Laureate Ivy, a level-nine healing herb.

She activated her earpiece. "Vice Admiral Oleg located, beginning emergency treatment."

"Secure the Vice Admiral at all costs!"

After assessing his condition, Lyra discovered that Oleg’s situation was dire—his bones were shattered, and his organs were badly ruptured.

The only thing keeping him alive was a metal shard lodged near his heart, but even with that, he wouldn’t survive much longer without immediate treatment.

As she approached, a desperate, fierce light flickered in his eyes. "H-help..."

Lyra landed just outside the cockpit. "Can’t speak?" she asked, forming a small ball of healing light and placing it on his throat, making it easier for him to breathe and talk.

"Intern girl, thank you for saving me. Once I’m healed, you can have any reward you want." His grip tightened on the level-nine plant in his hand—anything but that.

"Don’t thank me just yet." Lyra drew a dagger from her waist, pressing it against his throat.

The shock in his eyes made her smile. "Vice Admiral Oleg, sixteen years ago, you executed Rear Admiral Tyro Shedd and his wife, Captain Seren Shedd, didn’t you?"

Luck had led her straight to him.

Oleg, still dazed from the battle and on the brink of death, struggled to grasp what was happening. "What are you doing? Are you an Empire spy?"

Lyra ignored his question, speaking more to herself than to him. "The official charge was treason, but I want to hear the real reason from you." She slowly pressed the dagger deeper into his artery. "Think carefully—this might be your only chance."

The pain from the dagger was nothing compared to the agony of his injuries, but the cold steel sharpened Oleg’s mind.

"You’re Tyro’s daughter?"

"That’s not the point." Lyra’s smile widened. "Don’t waste time. The others are busy with the queen bee—they won’t save you in time."

Oleg’s initial panic faded, replaced by a cold sneer. "Do you think if you kill me, they won’t find out?"

"You forget I’m a healer. Disguising a wound is easy—everyone will believe the Vice Admiral died from his injuries."

Oleg’s face twisted with various emotions before he finally resigned himself. "All I know is that it was because of an experiment. Back then, I was only a Rear Admiral and wasn’t fully informed."

"Who gave the order?"

"Admiral Sparks."

"Where are the death records?"

"In the Alliance’s highest security archive."

"Anything else?" Lyra nudged the dagger slightly. "Think carefully, SIR."

Oleg took a few labored breaths. "You’d find more answers with the heads of the Shedd family and the Calvin family... cough, cough!"

Just then, the distant sound of helicopters filled the air, signaling that help was arriving.

A harsh, defiant look flashed in Oleg’s eyes.

Lyra picked up a rock and slammed it into his chest, worsening his injuries, then struck his throat to silence him completely.

She took the level-nine plant from his hand, inspecting it briefly before placing it back.

Within moments, the helicopter arrived, and several medics in uniforms rushed out.

"I’ve done all I can to keep the Vice Admiral stable," Lyra said quickly. "But his condition is critical—shattered bones, ruptured organs, and bone fragments dangerously close to his heart. He can’t be moved."

The severity of Oleg’s injuries made the medics gasp.

"We don’t have the high-level medical equipment needed for this!"

Their basic gear wouldn’t be enough to keep up with Oleg’s rapid decline.

One of the medics noticed the level-nine healing plant clutched in Oleg’s hand. "Sir, we’ll use this to heal you."

Oleg blinked, signaling his agreement.

After a quick examination, they fed him the plant. His wounds began healing visibly, and he shot a deadly glare at Lyra, as if to say, ’You’ll pay for this!’

But just as the tension started to ease, Oleg suddenly exploded.

The medics and his subordinates stood in stunned silence, covered in blood and bits of flesh.

Lyra calmly wiped the blood from her face, unflinching.