Chapter 103

Besides the six of them, the rest of the Omegas all said they had nothing to do—either looking through materials or organizing them.

Looking through materials and organizing them were indeed part of the job.

The Military District folks seemed intent on treating them like precious treasures.

They could organize the materials, but those attitudes needed changing.

Changing mindsets wasn’t easy.

Mu Chenxing checked the time—it was nearing five o’clock. Their group’s Omegas were all obedient good kids; asking them to call out sick on the first day probably meant most wouldn’t dare.

He mulled it over, discussed it with Shen Mingshu and the others, and decided to hunker down until quitting time.

That Beta officer heard they were sticking to work and nodded like it was only natural. “There’s nothing worth seeing in the Military District anyway—just dust flying everywhere. Staying in the Medical Department is pretty good.”

Mu Chenxing smiled without a word.

By six o’clock, Mu Chenxing packed away the materials he’d memorized inside out. He heard voices from the corridor outside the window—

“How are those new Omega recruits in your department doing?”

“Not bad—fair-skinned, gentle, and soft. Perfect boyfriend material at first glance.”

“You’d better step it up then…”

Mu Chenxing’s face went cold.

Shen Mingshu, who’d finished sorting materials at the other end, came over. “Anything left to pack? Need a hand?”

Mu Chenxing snapped back. “All good. Let’s go.”

Everyone gathered downstairs and headed to the Cafeteria together for dinner.

This time, they hit the peak dinner rush.

The noisy Cafeteria went dead silent for a split second the moment they walked in, then the clamor swelled even louder.

Everywhere they looked, all eyes were on them.

Mu Chenxing, leading the pack, stayed cool as ice. He scanned the room, then led the group deeper inside to line up at a quieter window.

They’d just reached the first queue when a bunch of soldier bros whispered among themselves and quickly backed away.

Seeing that, the second queue followed suit.

Then the third, the fourth.

A huge empty space opened up in front of Mu Chenxing and the others—seven or eight windows suddenly free.

Mu Chenxing: “…”

The Omegas: “…”

Treating them like the plague?

Mu Chenxing called out directly, “What’s this about?”

One of the big bros waved at them. “You guys eat first. We’re in no rush, heh heh.”

“Yeah, yeah—no rush!”

“We’re not even hungry!”

The Omegas, who’d been idle all afternoon: “…”

Mu Chenxing’s mouth twitched. He didn’t bother reasoning with the whole crowd, just nodded. “Thanks, then we won’t stand on ceremony.”

He signaled Shen Mingshu and the others to go line up.

Under the soldier bros’ watchful eyes, the Omegas felt a bit nervous. They murmured their thanks, tugged at each other awkwardly and shyly, and took positions at the front windows. Amid the soldier bros’ caring stares, they grabbed their meals and immediately scurried off.

Mu Chenxing, last in line, got his food and caught up to find the Omegas huddled in a corner, heads down, too tense to look up.

He said, “…Weren’t we supposed to come check out the big fierce Alphas? Why stop now?”

“Shh!”

“Don’t say it!”

“Keep it down!”

Tong Xiao yanked him into a seat too.

“What’re you hollering for? Wanna make us a spectacle?” Tong Xiao grumbled. “Besides, the Cafeteria’s full of Medical and Logistics folks—mostly Betas.”

Mu Chenxing lowered his voice too. “There are still plenty of Alphas around.”

“Forget it. I’m already disenchanted with Medical College Alphas.”

“They’re okay, but kinda lacking.”

“We want that bronze-skinned, hormone-bomb vibe—you get it?”

“The real deal: pure Military Academy muscle and sweat!”

“Guys who can scoop me up with one arm!”

Mu Chenxing: “…”

He couldn’t help picturing Pei Yao… He’d never seen the guy’s muscles, but he’d felt them—cough.

Snapping back, he said helplessly, “Eat up. I’ll take you to see some hormone bombs and bronze skin later.”

“Won’t it be dark after dinner?”

“Nah, yesterday it was still light at nine.”

“Huh? I must’ve dozed off. Does this place get sunlight that long?”

Tong Xiao explained, “The Military District is inside the planet’s Arctic Circle. Daylight lasts over sixteen hours for most of the year.”

The Omegas got it.

So they really could check out some hormone bombs and bronze skin later!!

Their chow-down motivation maxed out. They ignored the surrounding stares, chatting and eating—but with all those intense gazes from the soldier bros, they only dared whisper.

After a couple bites, Tong Xiao asked Mu Chenxing quietly, “You got the route figured out?”

Mu Chenxing nodded, swallowing. “I’ll send it to the group in a bit.”

Tong Xiao relaxed and dug in.

After dinner, they cleared trays and squatted by the Cafeteria outer wall, studying the map route Mu Chenxing shared.

“Our dorms are this remote?”

“They deliberately stuck us in the boonies for our ‘activity zone.'”

“Totally. Exiled to the frontier.”

“No training fields or gyms within five klicks—just a Logistics outpost, a Medical outpost, and warehouses everywhere. Forget big fierce Alphas; seeing anyone would be lucky.”

Tong Xiao: “For safety.” He said calmly, “No Suppressants lying around the Military District. If an Alpha went into heat and something happened, they couldn’t take the heat.”

Mu Chenxing: “The worry’s normal. But with all the solutions out there, they chose half-confinement, half-free-range. So what’s the point of us signing up?”

He sneered. “To deliver Pheromones to Alphas?”

Shen Mingshu: “We knew what we’d face before coming. Let’s move.”

Tong Xiao: “Talking won’t change shit. Let’s go.”

The others looked at him eagerly too.

Mu Chenxing eased up, tapped his Holo-Screen a few times. “Everyone import the route. If a big fierce Alpha lures you off midway, follow it back to the dorms.”

Everyone cracked up.

Once everyone had imported the route and pinned the dorm building, they set off.

Fresh from dinner, running right away wasn’t smart, so they strolled.

Chatting as they went, after five kilometers, the warehouses thinned out. Small buildings with high walls and smart access gates appeared—shouts from soldier bros echoed over the walls.

Shen Mingshu craned his neck but couldn’t see over. He cursed in frustration. “Training field, right? Why wall off a training field? Like someone’s flying in a spaceship to peep?!”

The Omegas burst out laughing.

Tong Xiao snarked, “We get you’re desperate for a boyfriend, but no need to rush that hard.”

Shen Mingshu stood his ground. “This ain’t about boyfriends. Can’t Alliance soldiers be out in the open in their own damn Military District?”

Mu Chenxing: “…Bro, check the sign. Climbing Training Ground. What’re you climbing without walls?”

“Oh…”

“Hahahahaha~”

The group laughed and dashed past the hundred-meter-wide training field entrance, reaching a simple framed gate like a campus one, labeled “Physical Training Field”—

A vast open flat expanse stretched out, perfect for hormone-packed, muscled, sweaty Alphas on the daily!

But right now—empty!

Still dinner time; no clue where everyone was.

The Omegas crowded at the gate, peering in, utterly bummed.

Mu Chenxing laughed despite himself, half-dragging, half-coaxing to pull them along.

They checked a few more Training Halls—either locked or empty. Nada.

They did spot some Alphas on the roads, but all in uniforms. The shirtless ones yanked on clothes from afar the second they spotted them.

It pissed off Shen Mingshu and the others so bad they clutched their buddies’ arms in silent squeals and foot-stomps, ranting about these stingy Alphas!

Mu Chenxing rolled his eyes.

Before they could explore fully, Lin Chuan messaged him: Bring everyone to the Administrative Building third-floor conference room. The Lieutenant General wants to see you.

…Lieutenant General.

The highest-ranking officer they’d met since arriving was a Captain—Lin Chuan or Medical Department Section Chief Zhao Qisheng.

Tong Xiao and the others, who’d overheard the call, hushed everyone.

Mu Chenxing said sure, ended the call, and checked the map—the Administrative Building was under a kilometer away.

He looked up after to find everyone staring. “What?”

Tong Xiao: “Why’s the Lieutenant General suddenly summoning us? He’s the Military District’s number two, right?”

Mu Chenxing nodded. “Probably. Should be fine—no need to stress.”

Just in case, he casually drifted to the group’s edge and stealth-messaged Pei Yao.

Their schedules synced now; Pei Yao replied instantly: Old Cen is mild-mannered. Cautious and conservative in his work, but solid character.

Mu Chenxing: Got it [kiss.jpg]

Pei Yao: Baby’s so smart [kiss.jpg]

Mu Chenxing: …You know what I got?

Pei Yao: My baby’s never wrong [hug and smooch gif]

Smooth talker. Mu Chenxing huffed inwardly, happily closing the Holo-Screen.

The group strolled and speculated about the Lieutenant General’s summons all the way to the Administrative Building—no conclusions.

Lin Chuan waited downstairs. Spotting them, he shot Mu Chenxing a glare and waved everyone toward his adjutant to head up.

Mu Chenxing looked innocent as hell, let the group go first, then sidled up to Lin Chuan. “Captain Lin, did I screw up?”

Lin Chuan: “You finish dinner and skip rest to trek all the way here for what?”

Mu Chenxing blinked. “Strolling to digest.”

Lin Chuan choked, waved him off. “Get up there already.”

“Yes, sir!”

Mu Chenxing caught up, entering the third-floor conference room. Barely seated when a lean middle-aged Alpha led in several uniformed bigwigs—including Lin Chuan.

One held a small case.

Mu Chenxing clapped once, barked, “At attention!”

The Omegas shot up. “Lieutenant General, sir!”

The lanky Alpha—Lieutenant General Cen Yude—just reaching the head seat, paused, gestured to sit, and smiled. “Hello… Sit, everyone, sit.”

Mu Chenxing sat.

Everyone followed.

Lieutenant General Cen Yude subtly eyed Mu Chenxing, smiled. “Since you know who I am, no intros needed. Straight to business.”

He flipped through his Holo-Screen. “I heard you ran six or seven kilometers to the training areas today. Need something?”

…What was the connection?

Even Mu Chenxing was baffled, let alone the group.

Lieutenant General Cen Yude explained patiently. “Old Fu—I mean, your principal—mentioned you played Dance Machines at school. We installed Dance Machines, sim shooters, and such in your dorm building. Not enough fun? Too hard?”

Mu Chenxing: “…”

So thoughtful—no wonder Fu Mingyuan wasn’t worried about them coming.

He stayed silent; the Omegas didn’t dare speak, all looking to him.

Lieutenant General Cen Yude noticed, glanced his way.

Mu Chenxing refocused. “Report, Lieutenant General: The Military District provided plenty of entertainment. We don’t lack it and are grateful.”

Lieutenant General Cen Yude blinked blankly. “Then why head over there…? Dorms uncomfortable? Central AC busted?”

“…No, sir.”

Lieutenant General Cen Yude: “Then—”

“We need training,” Mu Chenxing cut in. “Daily, stable training. And appropriate, reasonable work schedules.”

Lieutenant General Cen Yude got it, smiled. “You’re new; workloads ramp up gradually—that’s normal. Training? Don’t worry, it’ll be weekly.”

…As expected.

Mu Chenxing dropped it, switched topics. “Our group requests a few permissions from you, Lieutenant General Cen.”

Lieutenant General Cen Yude seemed to relax. “Name them. We’ll arrange what we can.”

“First: Access to all major Training Halls.”

“Second: New recruit training at no less than Beta rookie intensity.”

“Third: Workloads no less than same-rank Beta colleagues.”

Lieutenant General Cen Yude’s smile froze.

He rejected without hesitation. “You are Omegas—how can you—”

“Our enlistment contracts clearly outline our rights and obligations. We hope the Fourth Military District upholds the spirit of the contract and guarantees our basic rights and duties.”

Cen Yude: “Nonsense—your physiques—”

“If a Beast Tide strikes, can the Military District arrange a military ship to evacuate us to safety in the rear first?”

Cen Yude frowned. “During a Beast Tide, every military ship must remain on standby.”

Mu Chenxing’s face showed mockery. “So when there’s danger, you won’t send us away. And when there’s no danger, you won’t give us training to protect ourselves. Is this what the Military District—and even the Alliance—demands of us, the first batch of enlisted Omegas? Encouraging Omegas to come to the Border frontlines to contribute our Pheromones… and feed the Beast Tide, is that it?”

“Ridiculous—”

“Lieutenant General.” Mu Chenxing raised his wristband. “It’s not exactly up to spec, but I’ve already recorded our conversation just now. I’m just waiting for your stance, and the entire Alliance will hear it.”

“Oh, right—I forgot to mention. I won the Alliance University Arena Championship just a few months ago. I’ve only got a measly ninety million fans right now.”

“And if Admiral Pei Yao has no plans to break up, his account with four hundred million fans should help forward and promote it.”

The other generals, including Lin Chuan, were dumbfounded.

Cen Yude’s face darkened. “You’re threatening me?!”

Mu Chenxing calmly: “Yes.”

Cen Yude: “…”

Tong Xiao and Shen Mingshu frantically tugged at his clothes from left and right, but Mu Chenxing stood firm, unmoved.