Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 71: Three-Minute Win

Nyna smiled meaningfully, her focus shifting back to her tablet. "I can see you’re trying so hard—even though you don’t need to. Well, there’s a reason your viral video’s still trending for weeks."

"Yeah, which means there’s not a single place I can hide in this country," Lethia muttered, drawing a deep breath before exhaling through her mouth, steadying herself for the next question.

The pacing of the test felt surprisingly sensible to her—each question spaced with just enough pause to catch her breath, yet the waiting itself was nerve-racking, the anticipation messing with her head. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Just hide behind your fame. That’s the best hiding place everyone secretly wishes for," Nyna said with a casual smile, still glued to her tablet, as if Lethia’s fame was some kind of blessing.

But Lethia alone knew the truth. She still didn’t get why people assumed she was living her best life. If only they knew she secretly wished more people were out there getting stabbed in the middle of the street and possessed by a damn lewd fox.

After 23 minutes of jogging, Lethia started to feel both her legs go numb. She’d managed to get 35 questions right and missed 4—her stats now showing from the monitor screen.

And just as she’d predicted, the questions were getting harder. The test had shifted into arithmetic word problems, and she began losing focus trying to read through the endless lines of text.

Her head felt light, a bit dizzy, and her heart rate had hit over 140 bpm. That had to be her limit.

Panting, she turned off the treadmill. The speed gradually slowed until she dropped into a walk. Nyna handed her a bottle of mineral water and a dry towel because Lethia’s own was already soaked through and wringable.

"You’ve worked hard. Your result is... quite good. You really pushed your limit—the data says you should’ve stopped after twenty minutes of jogging. Congrats, that’s a three-minute win."

Still on the treadmill, Lethia gulped down the water, casting a side glance at the candidate next to her—still running, already at twenty-seven minutes with a pace faster than hers, but screwing most of the questions.

It gave her a small, smug satisfaction. At least she outperformed them in problem-solving.

"Well, the stats aren’t as impressive as the others, but I did my best." She needed to sound fake-humble because it felt safer.

"You did. And you should be proud of that," Nyna replied, genuinely. "Push the Limit is about racing against yourself. That’s why there’s no elimination in this phase. And so far, your problem-solving skill’s quite above average. So don’t beat yourself up."

That was exactly what she needed to hear.

Lethia smirked slowly, taking a seat on the bench and wiping the leftover sweat from her face.

"Thanks, Nyna," she said sincerely, though still wary of why Nyna was being this nice.

"No need," Nyna replied with a small smile. "You can take fifteen minutes to rest before your next assignment. Have you decided yet?"

Lethia shook her head as she gulped down the last of her mineral water, holding it in her mouth until her cheeks puffed out.

She swallowed it in one go, eyes widening from the rush of cool water sliding down her throat like she hadn’t had a drink in days.

Her gaze drifted across the gym equipment, scanning the room as she considered which workout to do next. Then she looked at Nyna and asked,

"Can I look around again? I still have fourteen minutes, right?"

Nyna smiled and nodded. "Call me in the waiting room when you’re done."

Lethia nodded back and tried to stand, though her legs were still stiff and aching.

A sharp pull in her calves made her knees tremble slightly as she walked.

She reached behind, massaging the small of her back as she stretched out her spine a little.

’Whisney, is my baby okay?’ She called out in her mind, anxious that the pain in her back might have been caused by her baby somehow.

No reply.

That was strange. Lately, it took her calling Whisney three or more times before the fox would answer ever since its fifth tail had appeared.

Even when she asked directly, Whisney chose silence and vanished.

Still rubbing her belly and biting the inside of her cheek, Lethia kept calling for her in her head.

’Whisney...’

’Hey, Fox!’

’Whis—’

["It’s okay... Your exhaustion stirred up its energy a little, but it’s still fine. You know, your pup’s stronger than your fragile body, so stop fussing and just focus on your damn mission."]

A pang of guilt stung Lethia’s heart. She remembered those long, winding days of being an IVF warrior—fighting to conceive, swearing she’d stay strong for the child she so desperately wanted.

And now, when she was finally pregnant, it was her baby who turned out far stronger than she ever was.

Gratitude washed over her, tangled with shame, because instead of preserving her energy to protect her unborn child, here she was, jumping around in the name of vengeance.

She swore, no matter what, it would all be worth it. She would give her baby a happy life once it was born. And for that to happen, she needed to reclaim her ranch as soon as possible.

Lethia began walking again, circling the gym room until her steps paused in front of a glass-paneled room.

Through it, she saw another candidate mid-exercise inside the simulated training space, a VR headset strapped to their face.

A wide smile broke across her lips. The whole thing looked like a game, and a ripple from deep in her gut nudged her to find Nyna and tell her exactly what she wanted for her next training assignment.

When she reached the waiting room door, her eyes easily spotted Nyna sitting with her back to her, facing the wide window. The room was empty—no one else was there but her.

Excitement blooming on her face, Lethia moved toward her, but her steps faltered when she faintly caught Nyna’s voice.

"Yes, don’t worry too much, she’s stronger than she seems."

Then the call ended as Nyna slipped her phone back into her pocket.

Lethia knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions and assume that "she" meant her... But why did her gut insist that it was?

Still, when Nyna turned and met Lethia’s gaze, looking calm and composed, she smiled gently, like a fairy godmother, and said,

"Have you decided?"

Brushing off the odd feeling with a wide, eager grin, Lethia nodded slowly.