Unlocking Mass Purification

Marcella had no time to waste. She bypassed the system’s evasive cheering and pulled up the holographic work portal interface. She needed to map out her schedule for the next day, but her fingers froze over the glowing control panel. Tucked into the corner of the screen, a specific feature caught her eye.

The words *Collective Resonance* blinked in a crisp blue font.

Her mind went blank. A heavy wave of regret hit her chest. All the hours spent treating clients one by one flashed before her eyes.

"So collective resonance is a real feature. I wasted so much time today!" Marcella ground her teeth and glared at the empty air. "System, why didn't you give me a heads-up about collective resonance?"

The system stayed silent for a second before offering a stuttering, robotic response. "Sorry, Ms. Vance. It just slipped my mind. You could treat today's forty-nine therians as practice, hehe."

Marcella rolled her eyes. Time was literally life in her current situation. She could not afford to waste a single second, but dwelling on the mistake would not rewind the clock. She tapped the screen to access the new menu.

"Just this once. Do not let it happen again."

The system sensed her shifting mood and immediately pivoted to flattery. "Got it! Ms. Vance, you are honestly the best person on the planet. No one even comes close!"

"Flatterer," Marcella muttered under her breath.

She opened the signup page for the collective resonance sessions. Her fingers flew across the digital keyboard. She created a new batch with fifty available spots. She capped the supernatural ability ranking at 1-Star and set the required contamination levels between ninety and ninety-five percent.

She paused and tapped her chin. She needed to prepare for the higher-tier clients. She navigated to the individual resonance tab and opened two exclusive slots. She locked these to the 2-Star supernatural ability ranking, keeping the contamination levels between ninety and ninety-five percent.

The moment she hit publish, AetherWeb exploded into a frenzy. The interstellar network struggled to handle the sudden surge in traffic.

*‘Ahhh! Collective resonance! I snagged a spot for Ms. Vance’s session!’*

*‘Oh my god, Ms. Vance finally noticed us 2-Star therians. I got a resonance spot!’*

*‘I got one too. Thank god I was glued to the resonance system.’*

*‘I am declaring it right now. Ms. Vance is officially the hardest-working and most dedicated female ever. She resonated forty-nine 1-Star males in a single day, and their contamination levels dropped by sixty to sixty-five percent.’*

*‘Is this really okay? If Ms. Vance only lowered each male therian's contamination level by ten percent during resonance, she could treat at least three hundred therians today. She is burning herself out for us!’*

*‘Shut up. Everything follows the female's will. Whatever Ms. Vance wants, she gets. If you did not get a spot, that is just bad luck on your part.’*

*‘Seriously, zip it. If Ms. Vance decides not to work at the Resonance Tower because you complained, every therian in the interstellar system will come after you.’*

Marcella ignored the scrolling walls of text and shut down the portal interface. She grabbed her bag and headed out of the Attunement Center.

A sleek, automated hovercar waited for her at the curb. The vehicle belonged to her new S-tier status. She slid into the plush leather seat and let out a long breath. The doors sealed shut, drowning out the noise of the bustling street.

The system chimed in the moment the hovercar merged into the skyway traffic. "Ms. Vance, five of your mates have requested to add your Holocom number. Remember to approve them. Sleeping with them can boost your psionic power!"

Marcella choked on her own saliva and coughed into her hand. "Naughty system."

"I am just a reflection of what you are."

She froze. The system actually had a point, and she could not find a good counterargument. She accepted her own shameless nature and pulled up her Holocom device. She tapped the glowing screen and approved four of the new mate requests. Kaelen had not bothered to send one, and Xander had sent a request without a single word attached. She left Xander on read and focused on the incoming messages.

Dante had spent the entire afternoon monitoring the AetherWeb trending feed. He felt a swell of pride watching the interstellar community praise her relentless work ethic. He also kept his Holocom volume on maximum, waiting for the notification bell.

The instant she approved his request, Dante fired off a loaded message.

*‘Ms. Vance, hello! I am Dante. Looking forward to the rest of our lives together!’*

Marcella stared at the text. She had not met him in person yet. She had no idea if he possessed a good personality or an attractive face. Promising a lifetime together over a text message felt ridiculous.

She typed back a neutral response. *‘Hello, Dante.’*

Sitting in his apartment, Dante stared at the short reply. A sharp twinge of disappointment hit his chest, but he quickly shook it off. He needed to secure his place by her side.

*‘Ms. Vance, I will be moving in with you tomorrow.’*

Marcella smiled at the screen. *‘Okay!’*

She swiped to the next notification. Cassian approached the situation with a calculated strategy. He bypassed the emotional declarations and aimed straight for utility.

*‘Ms. Vance, this is Cassian. You have worked hard today. I am moving in tonight. What do you feel like eating? I am at the supermarket right now.’*

He attached a high-resolution photo of the fresh produce aisle. Bright green vegetables and premium cuts of meat filled the frame. Cassian knew his supernatural abilities and medical skills were valuable, but his cooking was his ultimate weapon. The fastest way to a female’s heart was through her stomach. A shared meal strengthened the bond between a male therian and his female. He had considered inviting her to a fancy restaurant, but cooking for her in her own home established a much deeper intimacy.

Marcella stared at the photo. Her stomach let out a loud rumble. She had skipped dinner to finish her resonance queue. If he planned to move in tonight and cook, she saw no reason to hold back.

*‘Hi, Cassian! I want fried chicken, fried fish fillet, beef stew, pan-seared pork chops, and chicken noodle soup.’*

Cassian stood near the butcher counter and let out a quiet chuckle. He loved that she did not pretend to be polite or modest with her appetite.

*‘Alright.’*

Marcella opened the third message thread. Ryker’s text carried a heavy tone of hesitation.

*‘Hello, Ms. Vance. This is Ryker. I live at Aurelia Planet No. 3. I will not be able to move into your place right away. I hope you do not mind.’*

She raised an eyebrow. The careful phrasing made him sound like a nervous recruit rather than a powerful mate.

*‘Hello, Ryker. I would not mind at all. Have a safe trip!’*

Ryker read the message three times. His cold snake-therian blood rushed through his veins. She actually worried about his safety. He sped up his packing process, tossing wedding gifts into his luggage with a racing heart. He still wondered if a radiant female like her could ever love a cold-blooded creature like him, but her message gave him a sliver of hope.

Marcella closed the Holocom and leaned back. The lack of messages from Xander and Kaelen did not bother her. She preferred the staggered arrivals. Managing five dominant male therians at once sounded like a nightmare. Dealing with them one by one gave her the breathing room to understand their personalities.

The hovercar began its descent. The glittering skyline of Obsidian Vale came into view. Only A-tier and S-tier females possessed the clearance to live in these prime sectors. The vehicle glided through the security gates and landed smoothly in the driveway of an enormous, modern haven.

An S-tier robot butler waited on the pristine front steps. It had spent the day transferring all her meager belongings from the C-tier residence to this luxurious estate.

Marcella stepped out of the car. The exhaustion from the Resonance Tower vanished in an instant. She bypassed the robot butler and began exploring her new territory.

The haven spanned three sprawling floors. A lush, manicured garden wrapped around the back, leading down to a high-tech underground garage. She toured the first floor, running her hands over the custom furniture in the vast living room. The kitchen featured top-of-the-line appliances, connecting to an elegant dining area. A quiet study and a fully equipped gym completed the ground level.

She jogged up the floating staircase to the second floor. A long hallway stretched out before her, lined with eleven identical doors. She peeked into the main bedroom at the end of the hall. It was massive, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows and a luxurious en-suite bathroom. The ten secondary bedrooms were spacious and immaculate.

She continued to the third floor. This level held five more secondary bedrooms, bringing the total to fifteen. The other half of the top floor opened into a beautiful glass sunroom and a heated swimming pool overlooking the valley.

Marcella stood in the sunroom and smiled. A deep sense of satisfaction washed over her. She finally lived in the kind of luxurious mansion she had dreamed of during her bleak past life.

She leaned against the glass and crossed her arms. "Seriously though, why are there fifteen secondary bedrooms? Is the system hinting that I am supposed to take in fifteen mates?"

She shook her head and pushed the thought away. She would deal with the chaos as it came. She turned around and headed back toward the staircase. As she descended to the second floor, she glanced out the large hallway window facing the opposite property.

Her breath hitched. A male therian stood in the window of the haven directly across the street.

Marcella recognized his sharp features and imposing stance instantly. It was Garrick Foley. He was one of the male leads from the novel, bound to the female protagonist, Sylvia.

A sharp spike of anxiety hit her chest. She lived directly across from the main cast. The very people her original body had tormented were now her literal neighbors.

The corner of her mouth twitched. Avoiding the protagonist was impossible now. The anxiety faded just as quickly as it arrived, replaced by a cold, pragmatic confidence. The plot had already shifted the moment she arrived in this world. Her soul fragment had harassed Sylvia and her mates, and Sylvia had fought back. In her mind, the score was settled.

"As long as I mind my own business and do not stir up trouble, Sylvia has no reason to bother with me."

She stood in the hallway and stared through the glass, locking eyes with Garrick Foley across the quiet street.