Chapter 134 - The Three Weapon Diggers
We had finally arrived at our designated landing block in the heart of Xyraxis tropolis—a sprawling, luminescent city that shimred like circuitry against the void. Our space shuttle touched down with a muffled rumble, joining a fleet of other incoming transports that lined the hangar's vast expanse like insects converging on a hive. The docking bay doors hissed open with a blast of hydraulic steam, and Michelle, as commanding as ever, took the lead.
“Squad Zero! Form up! Let’s go!” she barked, her voice sharp and electric. At once, WAIFUs and their Support Units snapped to attention, falling into formation with fluid synchronicity as they deployed onto the platform.
We had landed atop one of the many reinforced skyscrapers that dotted this chanical cityscape. From our elevated vantage point, I could see the silhouettes of other aerial craft touching down on nearby towers, their rotors and thrusters slicing through the heavy night air. This particular rooftop was massive—its structure sturdy enough to support at least five Fra Units without so much as a tremor.
Further in the distance, other squads were being offloaded onto open terrain, their shuttles fanning out like insects scattering under light. But Squad Zero would make its stand here, among the steel giants of the skyline.
I tilted my gaze upward—and the world above took my breath away. The night sky was ablaze. Bursts of green, crimson, and azure streaked across the heavens, carving through the darkness like gods in battle. Fireworks blood like flowers of war, their colors masking a sinister truth.
For as dazzling as the spectacle was, I could still recognize the thunderous cadence of beam rifle discharges and the concussive pulses of railgun detonations. This was no celebration. The sky had beco a warzone—and those radiant shapes floating like stars? They were no celestial ornants. They were Cosmic Beasts.
“WAIFUs, combat begins in three minutes!” Michelle called out, her tone crisp and commanding. “Ready your morphers. Support Units, synchronize with your partners and prepare all long-range weaponry.”
“Yes, ma’am!” we responded in unison, our voices echoing across the rooftop.
I quickly activated my WEEB System, tapping the interface on my wrist. The holoscreen flared to life, and lines of data danced in the air before . After confirming my systems were stable and linked, I turned to look for Fei—but instead, I was t with a different face.
Michelle stood there, golden eyes intense and unwavering. For a fleeting second, I mistook her for Fei—those eyes could have fooled anyone—but the mont my gaze reached her silver hair, the illusion shattered. It was Michelle, watching like a hawk, already three steps ahead.
“Zaft, as promised, I’ll link up with you,” Michelle said, holding out her morpher. The device shimred in her palm, its interface already blinking in sync, waiting for my response.
“Oh, okay—”
“Wait, wait, wait!” Fei’s voice rang out in panic. She dashed between us, wedging herself between Michelle and with surprising force. Her palms landed squarely on our chests, pushing us apart like a jealous chihuahua guarding its owner. She then turned to , her wide, teary eyes sparkling with exaggerated innocence, lips slightly trembling like a kicked puppy.
“Zaft, I’m your WAIFU, right?” she whimpered. “You should link up with . I don’t think anyone else would want to connect with a clumsy klutz like …”
Before I could answer, another voice cut in—firm, teasing, and unmistakable.
“Hey, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Myrrh strode into the scene with practiced sass, one hand planted on her hip, the other flipping her greenish-blonde hair like a rival queen arriving at a school drama. Her narrowed eyes were locked on Fei like a laser. “I’m linking up with Zaft. He’s my goon, rember?”
I blinked at them all, completely overwheld. “What the hell? Are you three seriously simping for ?” I said with a smirk, my voice thick with sarcasm.
“Nope,” Michelle replied flatly, not even blinking. “I just want to try your mysterious weapons in action. That’s all.”
Fei stomped her foot, her face turning red as she pumped her fists like a tantrum-throwing ani heroine. “I-I’m not simping either! I just… want to get my hands on so Weapons of Mass Destruction! To save Neil!”
“The audacity of this goon!” Myrrh scoffed, crossing her arms with the elegance of a noblewoman offended at court. Her posture was flawless—chin raised, eyes narrowed, and voice dripping with mock aristocracy. “You’re just the best support system around because of your WMDs. Don’t get the wrong idea, you hoodlum!”
Okay, now I was getting a little pissed.
Here I was, thinking I had a squad of elite WAIFUs who adored —maybe even a harem in the making—but no. Turns out these three were master gold- I an weapon diggers, perfectly aware of their own appeal and hell-bent on using it to squeeze every ounce of power from . Not love. Not affection. Just my goddamn weapons.
They weren’t into . They were into my arsenal.
The air between them practically crackled. The three girls stared each other down, sparks flying so violently I felt like stepping between them would result in instant electrocution—or worse, vaporization.
Michelle, as calm and strategic as ever, broke the standoff first and turned to with her usual deadpan tone. “Zaft. If you link up with , you can touch my boobs.”
I raised an eyebrow and answered flatly, “No way, flatty.”
Without missing a beat, Fei jumped in with a shrill voice, one hand shooting into the air as if she were bidding at an auction. “Zaft! If you link up with , you can take my virginity!”
I didn't even blink. “You can keep that to yourself, you damn two-timing terrorist.”
Then my gaze naturally slid to Myrrh, who—despite her earlier bravado—blushed a deep shade of pink. She flinched when she realized I was looking, then turned away abruptly with a dramatic huff.
“W-what?” she stamred. “I won’t stoop so low as to kneel and beg just for a link-up. Hmph!” She folded her arms again, pouting hard enough to power a small city.
I let out a slow sigh and glanced around, trying to regain so sense of normalcy—and then I saw him.
Off to the side, standing cool and composed, was a Support Unit who hadn’t linked up with anyone yet. I imdiately recognized him. It wasn’t hard—he was practically glowing under the ambient lights, and every nearby WAIFU had at least one eye locked onto him like he was a limited-edition item on sale.
It was Kian—the pretty boy of our class. The actual apple of the eye. If I was the guy with the weapons, Kian was the guy with the pheromones.
And right now, I was starting to wonder if maybe he should be the one with the harem.
“Myrrh,” I said, my voice laced with smug mockery, “I saw Kian over there. Since you were paired with him during the Finals, you better go link up with your old partner.”
Myrrh's face flushed a hot pink, her lips tightening into a jagged zigzag like a broken heartbeat monitor. Her eyes pierced mine, sharp enough to cut steel. “Seriously?” she snapped.
I leaned in, still smirking. “If you're not going to beg, then yeah—you might as well go back to him.”
I knew how this ga played out. Myrrh was proud, sure—but under that pride was a spark, and I was here to fan it. She’d break eventually. The real fun was seeing what she’d offer when she did.
But then, as if summoned by sheer irony—he appeared.
“Ladies and gentlen,” ca a smooth, velvety voice. “I heard you were talking about .”
Kian.
He strode up with that effortless charisma, his trademark smile practically twinkling in the rooftop lights. Even the wind seed to pause just to catch a whiff of his cologne.
“No, we’re not,” Myrrh barked, flustered. She waved her arms as if trying to swat away a persistent pigeon. “Go away. Shoo! Shoo!”
Kian gave a chuckle and began to turn, but I raised a hand to stop him.
“Kian, wait,” I said with a grin. “These girls are actually looking for Support Units. Would you mind linking up with one of them?”
“Hey!” Myrrh shot back instantly, nearly stomping her foot. “We didn’t agree to this! Why are you deciding things for us?!”
“We’re never going to start at this rate with you three quarreling!” I cried out dramatically, throwing my hands up. Then I turned to Kian, putting on my best diplomatic tone. “Please, Kian. Pick one.”
He glanced between them—taking a long, deliberate mont to study each girl like a prince browsing potential brides at a ball.
First, his gaze t Myrrh’s glare—an expression so deadly it could reduce asteroids to dust. He raised a brow, amused and slightly scared.
Then to Michelle, cool and unreadable, her arms crossed, golden eyes half-lidded like she was judging the whole universe.
Finally, his eyes settled on Fei, who looked like a bunny caught in a thunderstorm—fidgeting, blushing, eyes wide and sparkly as she tried to pretend she wasn’t waiting to be picked like the last mochi on the plate.
Kian smiled, and extended his hand.
To Fei.
Fei froze for a heartbeat—and then slowly reached out, her fingers trembling, her face turning a deep shade of red as her hand touched his.
“Fei Xian, right? Would you mind linking up with ?” Kian asked, his voice smooth, the faint smile on his lips carrying all the charm of a storybook prince.
Fei blinked, flustered. “A-are you sure? I’m… I’m really clumsy…”
“It’ll be fine,” Kian said, offering his hand with confidence and warmth. “Trust .”
Fei glanced at , her eyes silently asking if it was okay—as if I had any right to stop her. Then she looked back at Kian. Her cheeks were glowing pink.
“O-okay… I’ll be in your care from now on,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.
She revealed her morpher, and with a soft clink, it locked with Kian’s smartwatch. A brief shimr of light pulsed between their devices—a sign of synchronization. Just like that, Fei Xian was officially off the board. Great. One less headache of a woman for .
She gave us a shy wave, mouthing sothing like “good luck,” before walking off with her new partner, the two of them already heading toward their assigned position.
Now, only Michelle, Myrrh, and I remained in the middle of the rooftop, surrounded by the distant thunder of distant weapons fire and the hum of spacecraft engines.
“Now, there’s only you and I,” Michelle said, turning her eyes toward Myrrh, her tone eerily flat—like a computer preparing for a duel to the death. “Want to have a deathmatch to see who will be Zaft’s WAIFU?”
Myrrh cracked a wicked grin. “I like that idea. Let’s see who’s stronger, once and for all.” She flicked her ponytail, hands confidently resting on her waist. “First one who dies loses.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” I blurted, waving my hands in a panic. “I can provide support for two Fra Units at once! There’s no need for murder!”
A beat of silence passed between them.
“Okay then,” Michelle said flatly.
“Fine,” Myrrh added with a little huff.
Both girls simultaneously pulled out their morphers with practiced ease. Without breaking eye contact with each other, they stepped forward and, in perfect sync, clinked their devices to my smartwatch.
A double surge of energy coursed through the watch, pulsing like twin heartbeats. The HUD lit up with two WAIFU links confird.
This was going to be chaotic.
Even though Michelle and Myrrh had co to a so-called agreent, the air between them was still thick with tension. Sparks practically flew from their eyes, and despite the ceasefire, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them pulled a laser sword mid-mission. The truce was paper-thin—held together by circumstance, not peace. I could feel it.
The comms buzzed with static before Michelle’s commanding voice rang through. “Ti is up. All WAIFUs, battle position!”
Her words were the match. In unison, across the rooftop and nearby towers, every WAIFU raised her morpher high into the sky like it was a sacred relic.
Then, in perfect synchronization, a single warcry echoed across the Xyraxis skyline:
“Fra Unit, Awaken!”
What followed was nothing short of awe-inspiring.
Pillars of radiant light erupted from every corner of the skyscrapers and open fields below—hundreds of luminous spires piercing the night like spears from heaven. One by one, the beams twisted and ford into armor, chanical limbs, glowing cores—Fra Units, summoned in full glory. The entire tropolis shimred with the glow of a hundred awakenings.
My heart thundered in my chest. I had seen WAIFU transformations before, sure—but nothing on this scale. Nothing so overwhelming. It was a wave of divine fury ready to crash upon whatever dared oppose us.
I raised my own arm, fingers hovering over my morpher’s dial, and activated my WEEB System.
“Let’s do this,” I muttered under my breath, eyes gleaming as I stared out at the army of WAIFUs—and the two fiercest ones right by my side.
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