Mu Chenxing was fired up by those Alphas, so on the rest of the way, he switched into full encouragement mode for his Omegas:
“Two months of training and you thrashed a whole bunch of Alphas—no worse than that pack from earlier.”
“Alphas and Omegas only differ in physique. In most cases, abilities can be gained through training.”
“When you run into trashy Alphas like that, just be better than them—trample their pride underfoot.”
…
To make sure everyone could hear him, he even wormed his way into the middle of the crowd.
After rattling off a bunch, he still figured they needed to learn a song. He voice-input some tweaks to the lyrics, sent them to the group chat, and started teaching it.
This kind of military anthem was perfect for shy little Omegas—boosted morale and toughened up their skin!
They had to learn it!
And sing it more in the future!
Maybe it was the pep talk working, or maybe they didn’t have the heart to refuse after watching him sing it once and get mocked, but this time they all started humming along softly.
Even Shen Mingshu sang while grumbling, pausing every couple lines to gripe to Chu Yuan: “What kind of music is this? The tune’s so flat.”
Chu Yuan: “It’s in march style—sounds great as a big chorus. Add a band and it’s got real gravitas. Us practicing like this does sound a bit weak.”
Shen Mingshu pursed his lips.
After leading them through one full round, Mu Chenxing geared up for another, but Tong Xiao quickly stopped him: “Take a break. I recorded you—sent it to the group. Everyone can just follow the recording.”
Mu Chenxing finally eased off.
He circled the group, eyeing each Omega to make sure they practiced properly, muttering all the while: “This is our team anthem from now on! Mandatory for new members!”
They sang softly all the way to the Command College, only stopping when more students appeared around them.
Yuan Hong, their training lead, notified them to gather in a classroom at a certain teaching building in the Command College.
They followed the map and found the place. The teachers were already waiting.
Yes, teachers—plural.
Fu Mingyuan had brought along several vice principals, deans from each college, department heads, and all the instructors for their next two weeks. They filled the front five rows of the tiered classroom, packed tight.
The lower rows had fewer seats, but even the smallest could fit twenty people.
Their group of fifty-four students barely filled it up—fewer heads than the leaders present.
After settling in nervously, the speeches kicked off with Principal Fu Mingyuan. One by one, the big shots took the stage.
A round of rousing talks and grand visions, followed by heartfelt concern and high expectations, elevated this two-week training camp to the level of the Alliance’s future—the humanity’s future. It left the Omegas dazed and hyped up like they’d been injected with stimulants, itching to charge into the training field and make grand contributions for the school, the Alliance, all Omegas.
Mu Chenxing was utterly helpless. These Omegas really are protected too well—too easy to hype up… I’ve sweet-talked them a few times already, how haven’t these kids learned their lesson yet?
Looks like I can’t just sweet-talk them casually anymore. Can’t let these Omegas get the wrong idea—that being hyped up isn’t always bad; it could be a well-meaning white lie for their own good.
The meeting dragged on forever. Once the leaders wrapped up, Yuan Hong finally took the stage to brief them on the training camp.
Two weeks long, with eleven teachers assigned.
Eleven!!
Yuan Hong as head coach, the rest Betas or Omegas.
Five Beta teachers for assistant coaching and safety;
One Omega teacher for daily life support;
Three Beta medics for treatment and post-training recovery;
Even an Omega psych teacher.
The backend had a full medical setup with on-call staff ready.
No wonder the Omegas were thrilled—Mu Chenxing was stunned.
Back in his old world, even middle school military training for kids didn’t have this level of setup.
Not that kids weren’t important, but… was the fragile Omega image really that ingrained?
With all these arrangements laid out, when Yuan Hong showed the two-week schedule, the Omegas barely reacted.
Mu Chenxing suspected they had no clue what these trainings even entailed.
Either way, no Omega objected. Everyone was pumped, the leaders satisfied, and the meeting ended smoothly.
After a big group photo, the leaders lined up to shake hands with and pat the shoulders of all fifty-four little Omegas, offering kind, encouraging words.
The Omegas got even more excited.
The support teachers added all the Omegas’ contacts, then everyone headed back thrilled to pack— the support teachers even scored four shuttle carts just to haul their luggage.
The Omegas were buzzing with excitement, but Mu Chenxing couldn’t shake his worries.
Back at the dorm, instead of packing, he asked Pei Yao first: Is the school being this overly attentive because there’s some hidden agenda? Any traps?
This whole pack of Omegas got sweet-talked into it by me—I can’t shove them into a pit.
Pei Yao: ?
Pei Yao: What’s going on?
Mu Chenxing glanced at his giggling roommates, slipped outside, and sent a voice message explaining the school’s setup.
Pei Yao: …
Pei Yao: This setup is thorough. Without your association’s precedent and me pushing, Fu Mingyuan’s cautious ass wouldn’t risk this groundbreaking, controversy-prone test.
Pei Yao: He has to guarantee your safety for large-scale rollout later. Can’t be too careful.
Mu Chenxing: You’re the one pushing it?
Mu Chenxing: You support Omegas on the battlefield?
Pei Yao: Wrong guy to ask.
Mu Chenxing: ?
Pei Yao: Besides medics, battlefield needs Omegas the least.
Mu Chenxing: … Then why push Fu Mingyuan on this training test?
Pei Yao: Not liking Omegas doesn’t mean denying them.
Pei Yao: I’m an admiral who’s held the border for over a decade. I don’t care about gender or species on the front lines—just strength to hold back the alien beasts and keep the Alliance safe.
The border admiral’s ruthlessness showed starkly to his little boyfriend for the first time.
Mu Chenxing froze.
Pei Yao waited, saw him stuck in “typing” with no message, and sent: Scared?
Mu Chenxing’s reply popped up instantly: Have I told you you’re hot?
Now it was Pei Yao’s turn to go silent.
Mu Chenxing: Seriously hot.
Pei Yao: For defending the border?
Mu Chenxing: For not letting emotions cloud your judgment.
Pei Yao: … What’s hard about that?
Mu Chenxing: It’s very hard.
Mu Chenxing: If you say it’s fine, I’m packing.
Pei Yao didn’t pry, just sent his usual kiss emoji and went quiet.
…
While packing, the life support teacher created a training group, pulled in all fifty-four Omegas, and guided prep: dorm assignments, supplies pickup, cafeteria plans, schedule, etc.
Most crucially: upgrade personal wristbands for data monitoring sync, so medics could track their vitals over the next two weeks.
Just two weeks in temp dorms—only daily essentials needed. Packing was quick.
By afternoon, all luggage was moved into a dorm building at the Command College.
The whole building seemed vacant before; their fifty-four Omegas took over one row on the second floor. Doors open, constant visiting—total chaos, super lively.
Fueled by excitement, anticipation, and nerves—especially for these sensitive Omegas—most barely slept. Come morning muster, they were all listless.
The life teacher picking them up was tense, double-checked their vitals to confirm no issues, then shuttled them to the Training Hall.
Most students had left campus for break; the hall was near-empty.
These Omegas hadn’t set foot in other colleges’ halls except for comp days—never to train. They gawked and chattered the whole way, faces bright with innocence and naivety.
Mu Chenxing thought of today’s drills and stayed silent.
Yuan Hong and the other teachers were already waiting.
No time for greetings—Yuan Hong launched right in: “I can hear your chatter from three hundred meters. Where’s your discipline? Training starts the second Teacher Luo assembles you. You think this is a field trip?”
Teacher Luo was their life support teacher.
The Omegas froze, necks shrinking, not daring to breathe.
Mu Chenxing’s face lit with nostalgia—that’s the flavor!
Alliance First Military Academy—he’d never seen it at Medical College in months, nor much at Command College visits. Just plenty of rude, arrogant, trash-talking Alphas.
Yuan Hong ripped into them good, confirmed everyone’s wristband monitoring was on, then said: “Heard you’ve kept up light training. Time’s tight, so skip the basics. Straight to anti-grav.”
Everyone looked where he pointed: a massive egg-shaped alloy pod at the front of the hall.
Mu Chenxing: “…Teacher, jumping straight to this? Isn’t it too fast?”
Yuan Hong: “Standard for most academy freshmen. This camp isn’t for sports meets—we’re training for battlefield. Zero-G is unavoidable. All future drills will be in zero-G too, so adapt quick.”
Mu Chenxing: “…What if we can’t? Or… to what degree?”
Yuan Hong glanced at the medics: “You’ll find out.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Under dozens of eyes, he turned to the three medics, earnest: “Got bags? Just ate breakfast—better puke in those.”
Omegas: “!!”
Yuan Hong: “…”
Medics: “…”
But one medic actually pulled out a stack of bags and passed them around.
Printed instructions on each.
Omegas tensed more:
“Is it super intense?”
“God, I’ve been scared of thrill rides since I was little.”
“I’m so nervous—what if I fail the first event?”
“It’s not a contest!”
…
Mu Chenxing looked grim: “Hope we stay friends after—take care, everyone!”
The Omegas panicked, faces downcast and miserable, anxiety spreading.
Mu Chenxing worried too—one drill could shatter the confidence I’ve built in these two months…
But what had to come, came.
Yuan Hong checked bags distributed, clapped: “Load up.”
They ascended the metal stairs like facing death unflinchingly, tense as hell, and filed into the pod.
Mu Chenxing had one prior go—results meh—but as a big man, he volunteered first.
…
Half an hour later.
Mu Chenxing, pale as a ghost, was helped down.
After gulping anti-nausea meds from the medic, he asked weakly, disbelieving: “Why are you all fine?”
The concerned Omegas around him glowed ruddy and vibrant, buzzing with excitement, eyes full of pity:
“This anti-grav’s weaker than the park ride by my house.”
“Yeah, not even as wild as the pirate ship there.”
“I always crank the space spinner to max.”
“Right? Xingxing, you’re too weak.”
“Never thought Xingxing couldn’t handle zero-G.”
“My bed’s set to zero-G mode.”
“Same—super fun, no falling.”
“Right, right—a zero-gravity device only costs a few hundred bucks. As expected of the Alliance’s most worthwhile small home appliance!”
…
The Omegas excitedly began swapping stories about zero-G and anti-gravity games.
As the only one on site who’d puked his guts out several times, Mu Chenxing met Yuan Hong’s complicated gaze. He finally understood why the man had looked at him that way on test day—
Turns out he was the weakest Omega of them all?!
…Fuck!!
Why the hell didn’t Pei Yao tell him?!
—The furious, feeble Omega impotently vents his rage!
