Chapter 101

Even handmade beef balls didn’t require three hours of pounding, yet they jolted for a full three hours.

Over the past few years, aside from staying in the school dorms, Mu Chenxing had always slept on a suspension bed—during his first winter break, it was Pei Yao’s modified flight vehicle, and later, the bed in the apartment near school had been upgraded too.

After sleeping on them for over three years, he was numb to zero gravity.

But suspension was one thing; this was zero gravity plus violent turbulence.

Not only could he not handle it—even Tong Xiao and the others lost their excitement halfway through and all fell silent.

Three hours later, a corner of the planet appeared outside the window. That was RX-32 Star, home to the Fourth Military District.

The supply ship finally slowed, and Mu Chenxing, dizzy and nauseous, was slammed hard against the seatback.

He closed his eyes, fought down the queasiness, and peered out the window.

The ship was orbiting the planet.

It suddenly dawned on him—the border military districts had no satellite ports; the ship had to punch through the atmosphere and land directly in the district.

…High-speed freefall under gravitational acceleration…

Mu Chenxing’s face twisted into a grimace of agony.

After circling the planet for most of its circumference, the ship caught the starlight and began its descent.

It pierced the atmosphere, clouds occasionally streaking past the window like something out of a dream.

The passengers inside weren’t faring so well.

Less than twenty minutes later, the massive supply ship touched down with a thunderous roar.

The Omegas in the front half of the cabin sat motionless for a long while.

Captain Lin Chuan’s voice rang out: “Everyone assemble after landing. Roll call in three minutes.”

Click, click—the Alphas and Betas unbuckled and stood… then froze.

Lin Chuan took a few steps ahead, noticed something off, and turned back with furrowed brows: “What are you idiots standing around for?”

One Alpha pointed forward and whispered: “The ones up front haven’t gotten off yet.”

If they rushed ahead, they’d block the aisle.

Lin Chuan paused, scanning those around him.

A group of pale-faced Omegas were struggling to their feet.

He said: “…Five minutes to assemble. Hurry up.”

Then he led the way off the ship.

Mu Chenxing kept his eyes closed, breathing steadily to adjust—

Click. Someone unbuckled his safety harness.

He opened his eyes.

Tong Xiao, pale-faced beside him, looked at him with concern.

Mu Chenxing drew a deep breath and forced a smile: “Thanks… let’s go.”

He gripped the chair and stood, calling out: “Everyone, hurry off the ship.” He stepped into the aisle and helped the person ahead.

Tong Xiao followed, supporting him: “Don’t push yourself—get off first!”

Tao Xirui, being helped, turned to steady him instead: “Xingxing, don’t act tough.”

“I’m fine, you guys—”

“Save it—your face is white as paper,” Tong Xiao cut him off, then called to those around: “Anyone recovered, get up! Three minutes—we all gotta be off. The big brothers in back are waiting.”

Shen Mingshu had recovered up front too. He clapped and directed: “Up, everyone! Those with strength left, grab the luggage—one box counts!”

“Coming!”

“I’m good!”

“I’ll get it!”

Tong Xiao supported Mu Chenxing and quickened their pace: “I’ll get him down—be back to help. Rui Rui, hurry.”

“Got it!”

Without giving the weakened Mu Chenxing a chance to react, the two flanked him and hustled past the seats, rushing him off the ship.

Mu Chenxing really had just been holding on. Dragged along at speed, then leaping five tall stairs—he shoved them away upon landing and vomited everywhere.

Tong Xiao and Tao Xirui: “!!”

Lin Chuan, organizing outside: “…”

The soldier who’d just run up to coordinate: “…”

Feeling a bit better after puking, Mu Chenxing turned: “Don’t mind me—go help with the luggage.”

They’d already wasted half a minute.

Tong Xiao decisively: “Rui Rui, go!”

They bolted.

Tao Xirui glanced at Mu Chenxing and dashed after.

Mu Chenxing twisted away to keep vomiting.

By the time he crouched in the wild grass and emptied his stomach, Shen Mingshu and Tong Xiao came to help him up. That’s when he saw all sixty-four suitcases neatly lined up on the ground, the Omegas already formed in ranks.

Tong Xiao whispered: “The big brothers from the ship helped carry the luggage down.”

Mu Chenxing nodded slightly to show he understood.

Uncharacteristically weak, he didn’t refuse their support and limply rejoined the group.

Lin Chuan checked the time but said nothing, assigning tasks.

The Alphas and Betas went to assist with unloading cargo. These sixty-four followed Lin Chuan on a run to the dorms—the luggage would be delivered by automated carriers.

Tong Xiao raised his hand: “Captain Lin, Xing—Mu Chenxing isn’t feeling well. Can he apply for—”

“No need,” Mu Chenxing pressed his hand down. “Captain Lin, let’s start.”

Lin Chuan eyed Mu Chenxing, assessing him, then said after a moment: “If you can’t keep up, report it immediately.”

“Yes.”

Lin Chuan led, with four Alphas flanking them as they started running.

The pace wasn’t fast—a test of endurance.

Mu Chenxing regulated his breathing, steeling himself for the ordeal.

The other Omegas looked grim too, exchanging covert encouragements.

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What ordeal?!

They’d crawled at a turtle’s pace for under twenty minutes—barely three kilometers, not even leaving the landing plain—when Lin Chuan stopped.

“Good. Very impressive,” Lin Chuan said, even smiling. “Didn’t expect you’d make it this far after the ship. Especially you, Mu Chenxing—no dragging the team down.”

Mu Chenxing: “…?”

The Omegas: “…?”

Back in their fragile freshman days, they’d run farther and longer. Was this the military district’s… test?

Before they could voice doubts, a mid-sized flight vehicle swooped in, landed, and whisked them away to report at the logistics building.

Then another ride to the dorms—

A brand-new six-story building painted bright blue.

This so-called Omega dorm stood isolated in the wilderness—no neighbors, no gardens, just packed dirt on three sides and a modern road out front leading to distant structures.

Their luggage was neatly stacked before it.

Lin Chuan explained: “We’ll build more Omega dorms later, so it’s sparse now. But yours has full safety measures—no pheromone leakage in or out. Live worry-free.”

“You just did a long haul—schedules are messed up. Rest well today.”

“The district map’s sent to you. Follow this road to No. 12 Canteen—if you’re hungry, eat there.”

“Your personal codes are in the system—meals are free, but no waste. Time limits: miss ’em, starve till next.”

“Past the canteen a few hundred meters is Medical Department Branch No. 3. Report there at seven tomorrow for work and training assignments.”

He rattled off a bunch more, then sent them to rest and left with the Alphas.

Mu Chenxing: “…”

The Omegas looked to him.

“Xingxing, didn’t you say entering the district might start with a hazing stunt?”

“What about basic training? Just report to medical?”

“No gear? Uniforms, bedding—nothing?”

Mu Chenxing was baffled too: “That’s what I heard…”

Shen Mingshu frowned: “My brother said the same.”

The Omegas exchanged glances.

Mu Chenxing rubbed his face: “Whatever—check inside, unpack.”

“Everyone wash up quick. Meet in an hour.”

“Got it!”

They claimed their suitcases, dragged them up the steps. Mu Chenxing scanned to open the heavy door; they filed in.

“…”

Silence.

Mu Chenxing, last in: “Why so quiet—”

Stunned by the petal-patterned walls.

“…Pretty nice.”

“Military style?”

“Nah.”

Mu Chenxing had a bad feeling, saying dryly: “Tour it.”

They nodded.

First floor: rec areas—gaming room, gym, study room, media lounge… all petal-pink walls, wood-toned floors, colorful potted plants everywhere.

Vibrant as hell, contrasting the barren view outside.

They hesitated to speak.

Up to the second floor: dorms, pre-assigned by number.

But the first floor shocked them too much—they checked rooms together, opening doors down the hall. Two per room, small, so they peeked along the corridor.

Mu Chenxing opened the first—door plaque petal-shaped!

At least no petal walls inside: plain white.

Beds, desks, wardrobes, private bath, balcony—washers, dryers, AC, all there.

Even daily supplies neatly laid out—unopened pink petal bedding and pillows, blue petal… clothes?

Four sets per bed—standard recruit uniforms, material matched. But they remembered dark blue; these were varying shades of light blue petals??

No matter how stylish, petals!!

Custom-made for the Alliance’s first frontline Omegas, clearly.

Mu Chenxing pinched his brow: “…Fuck.”

He’d finally swapped out the dorm’s bead curtains and pink canopy—pestered Tong Xiao and others too. Now the district assaulted their eyes with petals everywhere.

Shen Mingshu, Tong Xiao, and the rest who’d checked with him huddled, squealing excitedly.

Cheers erupted down the hall.

“So pretty!”

“Gotta post pics!”

“Who said border’s rough? This is heaven!”

“Yeah, better than school!”

“Uniforms are cute! Telling Duoduo and Xiao Xiao!!”

Mu Chenxing: “…”

Fine, only he suffered.

He got it now.

No wonder the run was three klicks.

No wonder no issuing gear.

New dorms made sense for Omegas. Supplies prepped, custom uniforms, no basic training.

Every detail screamed: they weren’t here to serve—they were mascots.

Depressing.

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After the long voyage, their wristbands were timezone-screwed. Logistics synced them on report, so now it was 6:49 PM.

But biologically, it was midnight—they’d eaten dinner hours ago, jolted three more, everyone exhausted.

Mu Chenxing confirmed no one wanted more food, herded the hyped Omegas to unpack and wash. Meet in an hour for a talk.

He roomed with Tong Xiao—third floor. Tong Xiao showered first; Mu Chenxing sat on the bare board, opened a holo-screen to Pei Yao.

Times synced now—dinner hour, he’d pick up unless beast tide.

Right on cue.

Pei Yao’s background was ship interior—not outside.

Seeing him, he grinned: “Baby, at the district? Anything off?”

Mu Chenxing deadpanned: “Who designed the Omega uniforms?”

Pei Yao: “Huh?”

Completely baffled. “Dunno—aren’t uniforms from Alliance Military Department? Didn’t you get any?”

Mu Chenxing dropped the deadpan, didn’t answer, asked on: “Who designed the Omega dorm building?”

“……Logistics Department.” Pei Yao’s expression grew serious. “I’m certain I brought people over to inspect everything during the foundation laying, the pouring, and the installation of the replacement layer. Is there some kind of problem?”

“……So, those walls full of petals were also designed under your orders?” Mu Chenxing asked.

Pei Yao looked bewildered. “Ah?”