Warfare Augmented Intelligent Frame Unit

Chapter 137 - The Otherworldly Cry

Chapter 137 - The Otherworldly Cry

Everyone stood in stunned silence as our commanding officer—Michelle Gehabich—effortlessly tore through the swarm of Cosmic Beasts. Her aerial maneuvers were like a dance in the sky—fluid, fearless, and elegant. With each swift dive and twist, she unleashed precision laser strikes that pierced through enemy armor like paper. 

In just a few blinks, four massive Cosmic Beasts had already fallen, their smoldering remains lighting up the atmosphere like falling stars. The sheer spectacle sent a surge of adrenaline through our veins and lit a fire of hope in the hearts of us first-years.

"Is that... the legendary Michelle Gehabich?" one of my fellow support units whispered, as if speaking too loudly would break the spell.

"Yeah! She's so awesome, right?" a nearby WAIFU gasped, lowering her rail cannon with trembling awe still etched across her face.

Watching their reactions made my chest swell with pride. That's my WAIFU partner they're all cheering for. If this weren't a combat zone, I'd probably be puffing out my chest, tossing in a humblebrag or two. But there's no time for glory—I'm multitasking like mad, supporting two WAIFUs at once, something only I seem to be able to manage right now.

I shifted my gaze to Myrrh. She was frozen in wonder, her eyes fixed on the radiant figure of Michelle's cyber dragon soaring through the technocolored clouds. Her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, catching reflections from the shimmering laser trails streaking across the battlefield. The moment she caught me staring, her cheeks turned rosy, and she gave a playful little pout, clearly flustered.

"Zaft, activate my Ultimate and Beast Transformation too!" she suddenly chirped, hopping in place like an excited bunny, fists clenched in gleeful determination.

"You just want to show off..." I muttered, trying to suppress a grin.

"Who cares if I wanted to?" Myrrh snapped, her voice flaring with frustration. "I don't want to let that monotone bitch beat me!"

I let out a long, exhausted breath, the kind that feels like it's carrying the weight of the whole battlefield. I'd already dealt with more than enough bullshit tonight—Cosmic Beasts, overlapping commands, emotional outbursts—and my energy for arguing had been drained dry.

Fine. If showing off helps Myrrh fight harder, so be it. The sooner we eliminate the remaining Cosmic Beasts rampaging on the surface, the sooner we can crash somewhere and maybe, just maybe, sleep.

I tapped at the holographic HUD projected from my WEEB System, fingers moving toward the glowing [Level 10 – Beast Transformation] icon pulsing in the air. But just as I was about to hit the activation panel, a low buzz vibrated through my jacket pocket.

"Huh?" Myrrh muttered, her ears practically twitching. She must've sensed something too—probably connected her phone to her Frame Unit via Bluetooth or some cybernetic link, because she wasn't even reaching for anything.

"Who the hell calls at this time of night?" I grumbled, fishing into my pocket with reluctance.

"It's Agent Feena. She's calling us," Myrrh said, frowning slightly.

The name alone made me pause. I glanced at the screen. Sure enough, Agent Feena's number was flashing in bright red, the device still buzzing insistently. My hand hovered over the WEEB System for a second longer, but I pulled it back and silenced the HUD. Priorities.

I stared blankly at the screen for a moment, then realized something even more jarring—it was already 2:00 AM. We've been locked in this warzone for an hour? It didn't feel like it. Time had folded in on itself, lost in lasers, screams, and adrenaline. And now that I knew what time it was, a wave of exhaustion hit me like a slow, heavy truck. My limbs ached. My mind fogged.