Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 201

The attack of the Zerg on Mo Planet and the reason behind Ye Shaohua’s “Red Name” status were not widely known among the general public.

To prevent panic and maintain order, even the king was kept largely in the dark.

This was the first time many were hearing the truth.

Even Ye Junwen only understood the meaning of the “Red Name” today—was it really because the Zerg feared her?

And that legendary mech circulating in the military… was it also because of her?

Ye Junwen stood frozen in place, her expression blank. Beside her, Ye En, who had been smug just moments ago, wore the same dazed and uneasy look.

“Professor Josie, let’s focus on the matter at hand,” Ye Shaohua said after a brief pause. A month of sleepless work had left her visibly exhausted, but the sharpness in her gaze commanded respect. “Jimmy has been using the mech for a month. Later, I’ll have him document his experience on the neural network. Those who’ve received the mechs can add his account for reference…”

She issued instructions methodically. Even the king, without realizing it, found himself deferring to her.

As for the admiration and reverence from Josie and the others, Ye Shaohua showed no trace of pride or satisfaction—as if such praise was something she had long grown accustomed to.

Most people, even those as composed as Ye Junwen, couldn’t resist the allure of vanity. Yet Ye Shaohua was an exception.

Watching her, Allen felt a strange sense of detachment. She had achieved the impossible.

When Ye Shaohua finished speaking and turned to leave, Allen, driven by an impulse he didn’t understand, stopped her.

This was the first time they had interacted peacefully since their falling out.

Out of respect for his status as the prince of Gamma Planet, Ye Shaohua paused. Her eyes, deep as the cosmos, fixed on him silently, waiting for him to speak.

“Shaohua… no, Miss Ye,” Allen began, his fingers twitching slightly. The distance between them now felt insurmountable. A name he had once spoken so easily now stuck in his throat. “I… I’m sorry. I didn’t bring Ye Junwen back to spite you.”

Even without explanation, Allen knew how monumental the success of the multidimensional mech was for interstellar civilization.

Looking back, he realized that bringing Ye Junwen back had been partly motivated by a desire to stir up trouble in the Ye family.

Though he had appeared close to Ye Shaohua, the sincerity of his feelings was questionable.

He had assumed someone of her intellect wouldn’t see through him—but he’d been wrong.

The truth was, Allen had always treated the people of Mo Planet like pets. Born with extraordinary intelligence, he had allied himself with the Lü family, but deep down, he had never regarded lower-intelligence humans as equals.

To him, they were like primitive beings.

When Ye Shaohua saw through him, he distanced himself and turned his attention to Ye Junwen.

Thinking back, Allen felt a pang of bitterness. Back then, he had genuinely looked down on Ye Shaohua, viewing her as little more than a barbarian from Mo Planet.

He had expected anger, disbelief, or at least surprise at his confession.

Instead, Ye Shaohua merely looked at him calmly—no fury, no shock, not even a flicker of reaction. Her gaze was unfathomably still.

Finally, she spoke just three words:

“It doesn’t matter.”

As if she had known all along.

Watching her retreating figure, Allen let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Allen… just how blind were you?

Outside, the rain that had lasted a month finally ceased, and sunlight broke through the clouds for the first time.

The mechs Ye Shaohua had created were shape-shifting, elusive, and devastatingly powerful. Bound to the user’s neural network, they could be manipulated freely as long as the pilot’s mental strength held.

After a month of restricted movement, the public demanded answers. Instead of placating them, the king revealed the truth: billions of Zerg were lurking above their planet.

When footage of An Tingyun fighting the Zerg was released, the people realized how close they had come to annihilation.

A single misstep from An Tingyun, and the Zerg would have breached their defenses, devouring them all.

Just as panic reached its peak, the multidimensional mechs were unveiled. Their overwhelming combat capabilities left the entire world in awe.

Mo Planet’s military strength soared to unprecedented levels. Citizens rejoiced, celebrating the dawn of a new era.

With the arrival of these mechs, the planet saw its first-ever Level 7 and Level 8 mech pilots.

When footage of An Tingyun piloting a Level 8 mech spread, soldiers who had fought the Zerg for decades and civilians who had lived in terror fell to their knees, overwhelmed.

Merchants, who had risked their lives traveling between planets, wept openly. No longer would they have to say goodbye to loved ones, unsure if it would be their last.

This was the future they had dreamed of—one they never thought would come true.

And they knew they owed it all to one person: Miss Ye Shaohua, whose brilliance had forced the Zerg to mobilize their entire race to eliminate her.

Her name spread like wildfire, shrouded in myth.

To scholars, her mind was godlike. Deciphering 16-dimensional space was one thing, but integrating it into mech technology? That was beyond human comprehension.

Even ordinary people could grasp just how extraordinary her intellect was.

The blogger behind “Has General An Divorced Ye Shaohua Today?” hastily deleted all previous posts and renamed the account:

“Has the Legend Herself Divorced An Tingyun Today?”

No one objected. In fact, many began listing An Tingyun’s flaws, debating just how unworthy he was of the great God Ye.

Even An Tingyun himself probably never realized he had so many shortcomings.

Countless young men and women—especially the soldiers who had received mechs directly from Ye Shaohua—glared at him with barely concealed resentment.

When An Tingyun’s parents finally visited him, before they could even speak, a young man burst into the room, his face flushed with exertion.

Sweat dripped from his brow, but it couldn’t dim the excitement in his golden eyes.

“General An,” he gasped, “I heard your mother is here. So… does this mean you’re divorcing Miss Ye today?”