🔥📚“My Dangerous Sentinel Harem” 😍💕Absolutely free reading↘️
Chapter 1 The New Hire at Black Spire Black Spire held countless dangerous Sentinels crippled by catastrophic psychic contamination, barely clinging to rational thought. These warriors had endured endless wars and endured brutal psychic assaults from interstellar monsters, leaving them ticking time bombs primed to erupt into bloodthirsty frenzy at any moment. The Interstellar Government had no intention of abandoning the soldiers who'd built stability and prosperity for humanity's new colonies to rot away. The problem was that the Guides were devastatingly scarce. There were far too many Sentinels, and far too few Guides to heal them. Most Sentinels lived out their days waiting for purification that never came, until their minds snapped and they descended into violent chaos. To keep innocent civilians out of harm's way, officials had no choice but to lock them away here. Among the inmates were numerous high-risk 3S-tier Sentinels. Their immense psychic power could only be fully stabilized by a matching 3S Guide—and the only 3S Guide had perished 20 years prior in the Interstellar War. ... Lyra Kaelin nodded half-distractedly once Jessa Croft finished speaking. The facility supervisor leaned forward, her tone dead serious as she laid out warnings for the new young recruit. "Their mental states are wildly volatile; any one of them could snap without warning. Plenty of them have rotten personalities, too—they live to taunt and bait staff. Keep your distance, don't engage more than necessary, grab whatever discarded items you're tasked with collecting, and leave fast. Do you understand?" Lyra nodded again. She scribbled a quick note on a slip of paper and held it up for Jessa to read, "I've got all of it down, thank you, Jessa." Jessa's gaze softened at Lyra's clear, unguarded eyes, still riddled with worry. She pulled a compact comms pager from her pocket and pressed it into Lyra's palm. "Take this. You can't speak, so if an emergency hits, flip the line
