Chapter 206 Queen’s Ind


    <b>Carris</b>‘ POV


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    The first thing I did after returning to the civilized world wasn’t reporting my safety to the family, nor was it indulging in caviar and champagne. Instead, I locked myself inside my studio in the heart of the city.


    Dozens of monitors in front of me reyed over and over the footage my micro camera had risked everything to capture.


    That wild ind sealed off by magical barriers, the bloodthirsty and powerful half–orcs long thought to exist only in ancient texts, the Sea Demons who swarmed like vicious hyenas, and the figure of Leslie standing tall in the face of despair.


    I took a sip of cold espresso and began my work.


    This wasn’t just a simple expedition record. This would be an epic strong enough to shake the entire continent.


    And I was nothing more than a recorder, a lone narrator fortunate enough to have witnessed <i>a </i>legend.


    I erased myself from the story entirely.


    I became an anonymous explorer who had been stranded on a deserted ind by misfortune.


    My lens, my words, every bit of my emotion–all of it was focused on the true protagonist.


    I chose the moment when she was surrounded by half–orcs, her eyes filled with defiance and disdain.


    I captured her dragging her injured knee through the jungle, still managing to sh me that faint, stubborn smile as she told me she could keep running.


    I magnified the scene of her on the beach, standing against dozens of Sea Demons, calmly snatching away an enemy’s weapon and crushing their leader beneath her foot, exuding the absolute dominance of a queen descending upon her throne,


    Every frame was cut and enhanced with care, infused with magical rendering. I set it against the most tragic of ancient battle songs, melodies that stirred the primal bloodlust of werewolves.


    Then I recorded the narration with my voice, which still carried a trace of gravitas:


    “…I once thought she was just a pampered royal princess. Until I saw with my own eyes how she


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    turned hell itself into her throne…”


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    “…Her pride did note from her bloodline, but from the defiance etched deep into her soul. Her strength did note from mere power, but from the will to never yield…”


    “…I do not know her name, but to me, she is the Queen.”


    The video ended on the image of her being carried from a mountain of corpses by that enormous ck wolf.


    His body was torn and bleeding, and from her shoulder bloomed a crimson flower of blood. Together, they formed a breathtaking oil painting of tragedy and feral beauty.


    I gave the footage a name–Queen’s Ind.


    Then I bypassed every Pack’s officialwork censorship, burned through every connection and trick I had, and pushed it straight into every corner of the Pack Network.


    Leaning back in my chair, I watched the view count explode across the light screen like a virus, and a smile tugged at my lips.


    Leslie would be pleased.


    Emily’s POV


    I was in a downtown café, sipping atte while scrolling through gossip on the Pack Network.


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    “…Oh my god, that up–anding Omega movie star really did hook up with the heir of Twilight Pack!”


    Just as I was about to send this earth–shattering gossip to my best friend, an unsigned video titled Queen’s Ind suddenly hijacked every single push channel on my phone.


    “What the hell? Forced push? Which Pack is this bored?”


    I muttered, annoyed, and clicked it open reluctantly.


    And then I saw it.


    I saw that savage jungle I thought I’d left behind in nightmares.


    I saw those ferocious half–orcs I’d only ever heard about in legends.


    And then I saw her–the woman who was supposed to have died in that “ne crash” more than ten days ago.


    The Rogue Pack princess, Leslie!


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    On screen, she was covered in blood, battered and torn, yet her gray eyes remained as cold and unyielding as ever, staring down the entire world.


    My heart skipped a beat.


    Instinctively, I nced at thements section.


    The entirement thread had already gone insane.


    “She’s the Queen! Oh my god, it’s Queen Leslie! She’s alive!”


    “This… this can’t be real, right? This isn’t some movie with special effects?!”


    “Look at those half–orcs! Look at the Sea Demons! That’s not CGI! That’s real! My uncle once worked as a mercenary in Cmity, he said the Sea Demons‘ war banners look exactly like that!”


    “She… she killed all those monsters by herself… no, she was fighting!”


    “Who was that ck wolf at the end?! Oh my god, that aura–it almost pierced through the screen! Was that the Crimson Moon Pack Alpha?!”


    “She survived… she really survived…”


    Inside the café, everyone had stopped what they were doing, eyes locked on the same footage.


    At first there was silence. Then came the sharp intakes of breath and the rising chorus of disbelieving gasps.


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