Chapter 31: His Omega Part 1

Wei Tingxia walked out of the Imperial Palace but did not immediately board the flyer. He stopped in front of an inverted waterfall, watching the rippling patterns through the water waves, waiting for the footsteps behind him.

Wei Heng walked up to his side, his tone relaxed as if he were a different person from the steady figure in the Imperial Palace: “When did you get back?”

In response to Wei Tingxia’s return, the joy this big brother had shown in front of the Emperor had long vanished, leaving only cold probing.

Wei Tingxia tilted his head slightly to look at him: “Is Big Brother upset that I came back without notifying you?”

“How could I be?” Wei Heng laughed, the sound devoid of warmth. “How could a big brother blame his little brother? I’m just a bit regretful. If I’d known you were coming back, I should have come to pick you up personally.”

Wei Tingxia chuckled lowly. His voice was still hoarse, and exhaustion that had not been there before lingered in his brows and eyes. The hand he rested on the railing was covered in faint white scars on the knuckles, silently recounting the hardships of these past few years.

After laughing, his tone was flat but laced with barbs: “It’s better if you didn’t pick me up. What if I mistook it for enemies chasing me and blindly crashed the flyer into the Imperial Palace in a panic… that would have been quite the spectacle.”

Wei Heng’s face darkened instantly. He understood the implication in Wei Tingxia’s words. Frankly, Wei Heng had never imagined this day would come—Wei Tingxia actually managed to return alive.

This completely disrupted his plans. He had originally only needed to deal with one person, but now it was two.

But no matter how turbulent his emotions churned inside, Wei Heng maintained the facade of a big brother on the surface.

“Who would dare chase and kill you here on Capital Star?” His voice grew colder, then he deliberately softened it. “Since you’re back, rest well. Old Three probably doesn’t know you’re back yet. Tomorrow, he’ll be thrilled and come looking for you.”

With that, he no longer looked at Wei Tingxia and turned away, striding off from the roaring edge of the waterfall.

Wei Tingxia remained by the water, as if waiting for something.

When he felt water droplets splash on the back of his hand, 0188 reported: [The protagonist has escaped danger.]

Wei Tingxia’s eyes flickered: “Where is he now?”

[Still in the unexplored star domain,] 0188 said. [He himself is lying in a treatment pod.]

“Badly injured?”

[That depends on the standard,] 0188 replied calmly. [After being stabbed by you, he strangled the bug mother barehanded. That’s very anti-human.]

Wei Tingxia sneered: “This world was anti-human to begin with.”

After the Great Interstellar Navigation Era, all of humanity evolved, bringing three new genders that had never existed before: Alpha, beta, and omega. As natural leaders, alphas gained greatly enhanced physical qualities. Top alphas could tear apart warship hulls with their bare hands. During evolution, betas developed higher fertility, and now 65% of the Empire’s citizens were betas. As for omegas…

A cold arc curved at the corner of Wei Tingxia’s mouth.

Omegas gained powerful reproductive abilities. Top omega offspring had a 96% chance of being alpha or omega, and the union of a top omega and top alpha would produce top-tier next generations.

Perfect vessels for superior gene inheritance.

And what made taskers’ scalps numb was that even male omegas could bear offspring.

“You know what?”

Wei Tingxia stared fixedly at the rippling water surface beneath his hand. “I now feel like that stab was too light.”

0188: [Please don’t do this to me.]

It silently projected a data chart. The bright red data line was only slightly better than the previous world, and that was only because Wei Tingxia had stabbed and fled not long ago. If time dragged on, the world’s collapse index would surely rise.

[Now is the best time to handle it. It’ll be trouble later.]

The system unusually lowered its stance. It had clearly sensed Wei Tingxia’s boiling anger—not surprising, as anyone in his shoes would struggle to stay calm. 0188 could only hope time would extinguish that fire.

“…”

Wei Tingxia expressionlessly examined the glaring red. For some reason, the churning malice in his chest gradually sank.

“Fine.” He tugged at the corner of his mouth, his voice carrying a resigned fatigue. “There’s no other path anyway.”

He turned and left the waterfall, stepping onto a path paved with starlight particles, heading toward the palace exterior. The flyer arranged by the Old Emperor waited quietly there, ready to take him to the temporary residence prepared for him.

The cabin door closed, and the engine emitted a low hum. Wei Tingxia leaned back into the seat, and a question that had circled in his mind for a long time suddenly surfaced.

“Why is the protagonist in every world named Yan Xinfeng, and they all look about the same?” he asked 0188. “I’ve felt something off for a while.”

[Why didn’t you ask before?]

“I didn’t care before,” Wei Tingxia said. “I just wanted to finish the tasks quickly and submit my applications quickly.”

Then he did four hundred years of tasks and submitted four hundred years of applications, none approved. Thinking about it, it was quite a tragic fate.

0188 began reciting like a textbook: [This is the optimal solution derived from massive data analysis by the system. Yan Xinfeng’s image and naming pattern have been calculated to best match the host’s latent preferences, aiming to reduce mental stress and cognitive load during task execution.]

“Effect?” Wei Tingxia sneered. “My stress is huge right now.”

[Then on behalf of System Space, I apologize to you.]

“…”

Wei Tingxia completely lost the desire to talk to this junk system. He turned his head to gaze out the porthole at the Capital Star nightscape he had been away from for three years.

At that moment, the assistant in the front seat turned slightly, asking respectfully: “Your Highness, how should we arrange that female beta you brought back?”

“Where I go, she goes,” Wei Tingxia said. “Arrange it well. I want to see her tomorrow.”

“Yes, understood.”

The assistant sat back properly, but before a few seconds of silence passed, he spoke again: “Your Highness, we’re all very happy that you returned safely.”

Three years ago, the Emperor had assigned him as the Second Prince’s personal assistant. Though limited to official duties, the assistant held great fondness for Wei Tingxia—this rare stable and mild royal alpha never lorded his status over others.

Wei Tingxia curved his lips: “Thank you.”

The assistant’s profile flushed slightly, and he said no more. The flyer sped all the way, delivering Wei Tingxia to the temporary residence.

The smart butler had everything in order. Wei Tingxia casually shed his outer coat and entered the master bedroom.

Considering the master’s sleep needs, the master bedroom was very dim. After removing his shirt, Wei Tingxia walked to the bedside. The faint light slanted down, perfectly illuminating the several long and ferocious scars on his back.

Those were marks left by mecha fragments tearing through flesh, like brutal rips in pristine white silk, shocking to behold. At the edges of the scars, patches of burn-red marks spread like eerie flowers, adding a sickly ambiguity to the back covered in rough wounds.

Wei Tingxia’s waist was leaner and more toned than the average alpha, his skin a colder white and finer. If not for the unmistakable pheromone scent, many would instinctively mistake him for a tall omega.

[Shall I temporarily lift the disguise?] 0188 asked.

Wei Tingxia did not answer immediately. He paced to the washroom and examined himself carefully in the mirror. After a thorough inspection, he slowly nodded.

“Lift it.”

As the words fell, a strange fluctuation rippled from his chest, spreading outward. When it subsided, everything seemed normal, except a fresh bite mark now appeared at the gland on the back of his neck.

The alpha’s scent was deeply embedded in the tooth marks, continuously radiating influence. At the same time, Wei Tingxia’s own pheromones underwent a drastic change—a softer, more seductive scent broke free from the originally dominant alpha pheromones, like probing tendrils.

The Empire’s noble Second Prince, an alpha with inheritance rights, now smelled like an omega.

Or rather, he originally was one.

Wei Tingxia: “Exchange a dose of potion for me.”

0188 flickered silently for half a second, and a gold-blue potion appeared in Wei Tingxia’s hand out of thin air. It was an alpha-disguise pheromone, hard to find even on the black market and worth a fortune.

Wei Tingxia silently opened the injector, injected the pheromones into his artery with practiced motions, then disposed of the empty vial during the onset of effects.

By the time he finished and returned to the bedroom, Wei Tingxia’s face was even paler.

He had been trapped on Insect Mother Planet with Yan Xinfeng. Though they luckily escaped, the injuries were not fully healed. Moreover, in his current physical state, he should not have withstood the impact of disguise pheromones.

Wei Tingxia collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. Flashing star points exploded before his eyes, and intense stinging pain radiated from every joint. The disguise potion slowly took effect, overwhelming his own pheromones with a foreign scent—cold and sharp.

Wei Tingxia couldn’t help but curl up. The omega inside him disliked this change, disliked being forcibly suppressed, so it protested with pain.

But he had to endure it.

Once the artificial pheromones fully integrated into his bloodstream, Wei Tingxia panted lowly twice. Before he could instruct, 0188 automatically raised a disguise barrier, perfectly concealing the fatal bite mark on the back of his neck.

He closed his eyes: “Wake me in three hours.”

In three hours, news of his return to Capital Star would spread through court and country. This was likely the only slightly longer breather he could seize in the next three days.

[Timer set, but I must remind you: returning to the protagonist’s side isn’t just to maintain world stability—it’s also for your personal health.]

0188’s voice was unusually calm and even: [You badly need Yan Xinfeng’s pheromones right now.]

“…”

Wei Tingxia irritably furrowed his brows and refused to respond.

Three hours later, news of the Second Prince’s return to Capital Star indeed spread through court and country.

For a time, hearts stirred uneasily. The Second Prince’s return to Capital Star meant another alpha with inheritance rights in the Empire, and the crown prince selection might change.

The major families probed for information in secret, wanting to know the Second Prince’s condition upon return, the Emperor’s mood, and some learned that on the night of his return to Capital Star, the Emperor had summoned the Eldest Prince to the palace.

Hearts floated with unease.

Wei Tingxia was awakened by 0188’s cold prompt tone. As he sat up, a chill surged through his limbs. The simulated night outside the window had faded, replaced by glaring artificial daylight.

The smart butler controlled a mechanical arm to silently hand over a glass of clear water: [A guest has arrived.]

Wei Tingxia took the glass, his fingertips ice-cold. The disguise pheromones coursed through his veins, bringing a rigid, unnatural toughness, yet unable to dispel the deep bone-marrow weakness and lingering joint pain.

He took a sip of water. The cold liquid slid down his throat, briefly suppressing the dryness and the heat from slight pheromone disorder.

“Who?” he asked, his voice hoarse from waking but deliberately tensed to maintain an alpha’s cold hardness.

[The Third Highness.]

The smart butler said: [He arrived 25 minutes ago and is now waiting outside for you to wake.]