Mu Chenxing, of course, didn’t take Pei Yao’s flirty remarks seriously. After returning to school, he followed the group to the Land Warfare Academy for a wrap-up meeting. Once they collected four award certificates, the Games were officially over.
That evening, Zhang Yunli once again treated their group of Omegas to a lavish feast to celebrate Mu Chenxing.
Mu Chenxing felt it wasn’t right. After discussing with everyone, he pulled out half the funds from the Association’s budget, leaving Zhang Yunli both exasperated and amused.
Over the weekend, Luo Chen arrived. Mu Chenxing led him along, following the address to his brand-new house that he’d never set foot in before.
The place wasn’t large but was fully equipped, with brand-new soft furnishings and furniture, plus complete daily necessities—except in the kitchen.
Pei Yao must have left in a hurry; a pair of boots still sat by the door, and the master bedroom held his clothes and personal items.
However, the bed had a distinctly military neatness to it, made up impeccably.
Mu Chenxing recalled how Pei Yao had slept on the floor of the flight vehicle for nearly a month before the New Year. He suspected the bed hadn’t even been unfolded once.
Luo Chen glanced around and said, “Shouldn’t we wash the bedding?”
Mu Chenxing snapped back. “No need to wash. I’ll sleep here.”
Luo Chen: “…”
Seeing Luo Chen hesitate, Mu Chenxing reassured him. “It’s clean. He hasn’t slept here much.”
Luo Chen’s expression grew even stranger. “How do you know he hasn’t slept here much?”
Mu Chenxing: “Because the house was just renovated, and he’s not often around here anyway.”
As for that period when he was here but didn’t stay… no need to get into details.
Luo Chen’s expression eased a bit.
The next second, he tensed up again. “He’s given you a whole house. Does that mean from now on, you’re… his?”
Mu Chenxing: “He can give me one, and I can give it back. No need to be tied down by a house.”
“Dad, aside from life itself, nothing has to be a certain way.”
Luo Chen paused, then sighed. “In an environment like the Mu family, how did they raise you to be so level-headed?”
Mu Chenxing: “…It has nothing to do with them.”
“Come on. It’s your first time here—let me treat you to the Military Academy cafeteria.”
“Sure.”
…
Luo Chen wasn’t in great shape physically, so Mu Chenxing spent the weekend giving him a simple tour of the academy and handed over the four award certificates for safekeeping.
Luo Chen left contentedly, clutching the special box he’d bought to store the certificates, heading back to District 67.
Mu Chenxing returned to school life.
After Pei Yao popped up with that teasing that day, he vanished for over half a month.
When he resurfaced, he’d long forgotten those flirty lines and started “teasing” him all over again.
Mu Chenxing had figured it out by now.
This guy’s hurt. And not lightly.
He didn’t call him out or pry about the border situation. Instead, he played along with the teasing, sharing bits of his own daily life.
Then Pei Yao’s messages became sporadic.
He’d show up and chat wildly for a day or two, then disappear for five or seven days—sometimes ten days or half a month with no word.
Pei Yao explained it away: patrolling border planets on barren stars with no signal.
During this time, the academy’s Omega training data was released publicly.
The Alliance Government announced recruitment for Omegas of all ages for a one-month secondary test.
Once the tests ended and data went public across the net, the Alliance ramped up efforts through expert interviews, data breakdowns, and public opinion steering to encourage more Omegas to break barriers and explore new horizons and careers.
Soon after, government roles in law enforcement, interstellar patrols, flight piloting… and even military positions across the board opened up to Omegas.
The catch? Aside from dropping gender restrictions, all other requirements stayed strict—like education, majors, and specialized skills.
The internet exploded in backlash:
“Pure formalism.”
“LMAO, since when do these fields have Omegas?”
“What the hell is wrong with this government?”
“How can you let Omegas do law enforcement? Bribe with looks?”
“Where’s the Omega Protection Organization? Dead?”
…
After dominating hot searches on major platforms for days, the Alliance Government’s official account spam-posted dozens of Military Academy recruitment notices:
Alliance First Military Academy, Alliance Military College, Central Star Aviation Military College…
All academies opened full Alliance-wide recruitment for every major—except high-intensity ones like Mecha and special ops.
No gender limits.
The official account forwarded one school every half hour. Once the top academies were done, it moved to technical colleges and specialized universities.
It kept going for days, shoving military and higher ed recruitment to the top of hot searches for a full week.
Everyone was stunned.
The earlier outrage shifted to wary skepticism.
“They’re really recruiting Omegas?”
“Flight piloting too? Can Omegas fly public shuttles now?”
“Space cleanup tech?!”
“Betas might not even handle that. Total gimmick.”
“Yeah, even if they pass exams, no way Omegas survive the intensity.”
“Omega Protection Org, wake up! Time to work!”
…
Then the Alliance Government’s official account dropped the results of the 3579th Central Star System Military Academy Games.
The public was baffled.
“Alliance posting Games results? Am I seeing this?”
“Alliance, you kidnapped? Say something!”
“I don’t care about academy sports—I want Alliance news! Big Alliance news!”
…
“Holy shit, an Omega took gold!”
“Four Omega golds!!”
“…No way, this is a military academy Games, right?!”
“Shooting first place—insane!”
“Wait, academies already admitting Omega students? I don’t remember that.”
“Probably a pilot program, handpicked.”
“Which school? Badass—Betas only snagged a dozen golds, and Omegas swept!”
“No pics? I need to see this eagle of an Omega!”
…
The online frenzy had nothing to do with Mu Chenxing.
The only ripple was other academies’ training venues adding Omega safety features.
They weren’t fully installed by finals, but it was progress.
This time, Mu Chenxing’s finals ranking finally escaped the bottom—climbing to mid-year level.
After finals, he started his part-time job.
He found restaurant work near the house: 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. shifts, with 8-10 a.m. training and evenings for study.
Luo Chen couldn’t talk him out of it, so he showed up right after break started, cooking varied meals and tidying daily to handle logistics through summer.
Late August, with students reporting back, Mu Chenxing—fresh off his last shift—was called to a conference room in the Administrative Building.
He scanned the row of Omegas sitting primly, hands on knees, fair-skinned and youthful like middle-schoolers, then greeted the leaders: “Principal Fu, Principal Li, Dean Qi, Dean Zou… Teacher Yuan, Teacher Zhang.”
He named all thirty-plus leaders and teachers perfectly, without a slip.
The group broke into warm smiles—”Good job, Chenxing,” “Long time no see”—instantly lightening the formerly tense, silent room.
The Omegas sneaked peeks at him.
Fu Mingyuan pointed to an empty spot at the conference table. “Sit. We called you for a meeting.”
Mu Chenxing didn’t stand on ceremony, plopping down next to Zhang Yunli. About to whisper for a sitrep, Fu Mingyuan spoke from the head seat.
Fu Mingyuan pointed at him, introducing to the row of Omegas in observer seats: “This is your senior, Mu Chenxing, a second-year Nursing major in the Medical College. He’s also the Omega who took gold in all four events at last year’s Central Star System Military Academy Games.”
He emphasized, “All four golds are his.”
The Omegas’ eyes widened in shock and admiration, staring at him.
Mu Chenxing: “…Principal Fu, don’t put me on a pedestal like that—it’s scary.”
The leaders chuckled.
“Principal Fu, your rep precedes you.”
“Sounds like he’s been burned by you plenty.”
Fu Mingyuan cleared his throat, face stern. “No interruptions.”
He turned to the Omegas. “Introduce yourselves to your senior.”
“Yes, sir.”
The Omegas stood.
Mu Chenxing jolted up too.
“Hello, Senior Mu. I’m Lin Miao, Class of 8029, Aviation College, Space Flight Piloting major.”
“…Remote Missile major…”
“…Power Engineering major…”
“…Measurement Tech and Instrumentation major…”
…
The dozen-plus Omegas spanned nearly ten colleges.
Mu Chenxing had no clue what Fu Mingyuan was scheming, so he waved awkwardly. “Hey, everyone… Our school’s great. Hope you all have a happy four years.”
The Omegas gazed at him sparklingly, chorusing unevenly: “Yes!”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Fu Mingyuan: “Sit and talk.”
They sat obediently again.
Mu Chenxing sank down, heart pounding.
“They’re our school’s first batch of military-track students outside the Medical College,” Fu Mingyuan told Mu Chenxing.
Mu Chenxing: “…Congrats?”
Fu Mingyuan: “Max two per major, mostly one. For easier management, we’re housing them temporarily in your dorm building.”
Mu Chenxing got it. “Makes sense.”
Fu Mingyuan: “For transport, we’ll tweak shuttle routes to loop by the Omega dorms.”
Mu Chenxing beamed. “Great—makes my training trips easier too.”
Zhang Yunli smacked his thigh.
Bewildered, he glanced over.
Zhang Yunli avoided his eyes.
“You won four Games medals last year and kept training all summer. Teacher Yuan Hong’s thrilled with your condition—high praise.”
Mu Chenxing grinned past Zhang Yunli at Yuan Hong. “Thanks for the praise, Teacher Yuan!”
Yuan Hong smiled back.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Damn, Yuan Hong actually smiled?!
Fu Mingyuan pressed on: “Heard you’re part-timing summers. Money tight?”
“It’s fine—”
“The school has a job for you.” Fu Mingyuan cut in. “Two hours a day, one weekend off, 3000 Alliance Coins per semester. Deal?”
Mu Chenxing: “?”
Too good. Gotta be a catch.
He hesitated, shaking his head. “Doesn’t fit my schedule. Training takes two hours daily—can’t swing it.”
The leaders smiled knowingly.
“You’ll manage.”
“No sweat for you!”
Fu Mingyuan grinned. “That’s exactly the two hours we need.”
Mu Chenxing: “?”
Fu Mingyuan nodded at the observer Omegas. “Their classes are fine, but mixing daily training with all those Alphas is inconvenient and messy. You have experience leading Omega training, so after discussion, we’re asking you to be their training assistant coach. You’ll handle their sessions.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
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