10 minutes of exercise, 15 minutes of rest.
By the second round, Xia Weizhen was crying for mercy.
“I can’t do it,” he panted. “I think… we don’t need… such high standards. As long as the kids… are healthy… that’s fine.”
Tao Xirui hurriedly chimed in: “Xingxing, me too, huff, I think so too!”
Tong Xiao: “Do we really have to train for two hours? I can’t hold out.”
Mu Chenxing, who had already started shaking after the first trial run on the equipment: “…”
The four roommates temporarily shelved their grand plan for bulk, dragging their exhausted bodies out of the Gymnasium and hopping on the campus shuttle flyer back to the dorm.
Mu Chenxing eyed that pink bed canopy dripping with BlingBling decorations again—eye-searing.
He looked away, sat on the only empty spot, and said, “We’ll keep going tomorrow.”
Tong Xiao: “…Other Omegas don’t work out and still raise sturdy Alphas.”
Xia Weizhen: “Yeah, what if I end up having an Omega or Beta?”
Tao Xirui nodded vigorously, looking at Mu Chenxing hopefully.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Punk, he’d seen every excuse in the book back when he was drilling new recruits.
He started bullshitting. “That’s because the good Alphas don’t circulate on the market.”
All three roommates stared at him.
Mu Chenxing: “Think about it—top-tier Alphas have superior physiques and stamina. If they really went into heat, could an average Omega handle it?”
The three roommates flushed with embarrassment on cue.
Tong Xiao coughed lightly and looked away. “What’s there to be scared of? There are nutrient agents and stamina supplements.”
Xia Weizhen covered his face. “Aiya, why’d we suddenly jump to this topic?”
Tao Xirui’s face turned beet red. He said weakly, “I… I’ll stick with it.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Damn, I was just bullshitting. There’s actually a real issue here?
Stamina supplements? Nutrient agents? No way it goes on for days and nights, right?
He was speechless for a moment but doubled down stubbornly. “That’s exactly why you need to train your body—otherwise, where’s the fun in it?”
No sooner had he spoken than he met the three roommates’ weird stares.
He blinked. “…What?”
Then the three treated him like a clueless dunce and schooled him on a bunch of ABO physiological traits and heat period details.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Heat periods are terrifying.
It seemed that as an Omega, not knowing those unspoken rules made life in this society downright dangerous.
His roommates had adapted to the societal norms—no issue there. But he was different.
With his personality, sitting still would be the real miracle.
His strength training and combat drills were overdue.
He stopped trying to convince them. “We’ll talk later. I’m covered in sweat—gonna shower.”
He grabbed the pajamas he’d changed out of at noon, rummaged in the closet where his roommates had fetched his school uniform earlier for some underwear, and ducked into the bathroom.
The high-tech facilities were user-friendly; a few taps got hot and cold water flowing. He showered without a hitch.
Then he joined his quiet roommates in homework and reading.
Well, they did homework while he searched definitions for textbook terms. After an hour, he gave up, eyed Tong Xiao listening to class recordings with earbuds, and dug a similar device out of his drawer. He found middle school specialized courses and started catching up from the beginning.
Just in case, he climbed into that BlingBling pink bed canopy to study.
Only after his roommates turned in one by one did he shut off the recordings and crash.
The first day’s mini-training had his roommates chickening out. Mu Chenxing didn’t push them. After class and dinner the next day, while they headed to the Alpha zone in the Gymnasium as usual to do homework, he slipped away alone to the Omega Training Venue and began training.
Old habits die hard—training meant pushing till you dropped, as long as you weren’t dead.
He channeled the grit from his Military Academy forced marches, powering through the post-workout soreness from last night for a full hour, resting ten minutes, then grinding out another.
Before the second round finished, an alarm blared from the equipment in front of him.
Mu Chenxing jolted, panting as he stopped, bewildered.
The device hadn’t flashed red, so his body was fine. Why the alarm? He puzzled over the shrieking machine for ages but couldn’t find the off switch.
Fortunately, the blaring finally stopped.
Mu Chenxing sighed in relief and slumped down in exhaustion.
Before he could catch his breath, a group burst in hauling cases and a stretcher.
Mu Chenxing: “?”
He watched blankly as they rushed in, glanced left and right, and one shouted, “Over there!”
He frowned, gripped the equipment, and stood to go on alert—
“Don’t move!” The leader pinned him and swiftly slipped a cuff around his arm.
Mu Chenxing: “What the fu—”
The rest swarmed, surrounding him.
Before he could finish, his limbs were restrained with blood pressure-like bands and he was shoved onto the stretcher.
A Holo-Screen hovered at the head, beeping beep-beep-beep.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He scanned their uniforms, spotted the familiar school logo from the past couple days, and slowly relaxed.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
A young man glanced at him, swiped the Holo-Screen, and said, “Suppressant injection.”
Someone immediately rummaged in a case and handed over a syringe.
Mu Chenxing frowned. “Injecting me with drugs? I don’t need it!”
He started struggling.
The young man pinned him. “Whether you need it isn’t up to you—I’m the doctor!”
He glared. “You just got a Suppressant two days ago, and you’re overdoing it with exercise? Trying to get kicked out of school?”
Mu Chenxing: “?”
Before he could ask, three figures appeared at the Training Hall entrance.
“Xingxing—”
“Xingxing, you okay?!”
“The whole venue went on alert—”
The three Omegas who’d just stepped in shrieked in unison and bolted for the exit.
Mu Chenxing: “?”
He reached out. “Xiaoxiao—hiss!”
A sharp needle stabbed him.
The culprit glared. “What’re you yelling for? You’re reeking of Alpha pheromones—they can’t even get near you! If the venue’s alert hadn’t triggered air purification, they couldn’t have entered at all.”
Mu Chenxing: “?”
He frowned, lifted his arm, and sniffed.
No smell—just faint sweat mixed with AC chill.
…Huh?
Was the Training Hall air-conditioned?
The young man finished the injection, pulled the needle, and tossed it in a canister. “This venue has air purification. Don’t go anywhere—stay here for an hour before leaving.”
The guy monitoring the Holo-Screen chimed in: “Teacher Zhang, better make it over two hours. The readings are too high, and still climbing.”
Teacher Zhang: “…” He glared again. “You hear that?!”
Mu Chenxing: “…Oh.”
Teacher Zhang’s expression softened a bit. “What rank officer marked you anyway? Even max-dose Suppressant can’t fully suppress his pheromones. Such a pain.”
Mu Chenxing involuntarily recalled that towering figure nearly two heads taller, dragging him effortlessly.
“I don’t know—I passed out at the time.” Not exactly a lie.
Teacher Zhang: “…Fine.” He looked around. “What are you doing in this place? Don’t you know your condition?”
Mu Chenxing chose his words carefully and asked politely, “I’m really not clear on the details. Could you tell me the precautions, Teacher?”
Teacher Zhang: “…”
He glared again but explained. “You have residual Pheromone Inducer in your system—it triggered your Pheromone Surge. An Alpha officer used a Temporary Mark to suppress it, but his pheromones are so dominant that even max-dose Suppressant only keeps the scent under safe levels. It doesn’t clear it out.”
Mu Chenxing: “So right now…”
Teacher Zhang: “That’s what I want to ask you. Didn’t I tell your roommates to watch you and take it easy for a month?”
Xia Weizhen and the others had mentioned it… but who knew it’d be this serious?
Teacher Zhang got it and snorted. “What’re you doing in this godforsaken spot?”
Mu Chenxing: “…Building strength.”
Teacher Zhang: “…”
He glanced around, confirmed it was Omega-only gear, and frowned again. “How long have you been training? You’ve provoked the Alpha pheromones right out.”
Provoked? Mu Chenxing checked the time: “2 hours 12 minutes.”
Teacher Zhang: “???”
“You trying to fight an Iron Armored Beast or something?”
Iron Armored Beast? Mu Chenxing tamped down the question, didn’t explain, and said, “I’ll watch the time this month—how long can I train max each time? Can this calculate it?”
Teacher Zhang: “Questioning my expertise? —Hold up, you’re an Omega. Why the high-intensity workouts?”
Mu Chenxing smiled. “Personal reasons.”
Teacher Zhang: “…”
He pulled up the stretcher’s Holo-Screen, frowned at the data, and said, “Max one hour.”
“…Got it.” Better than nothing. “Can I extend it after a month?”
Teacher Zhang gruffly replied, “Come to the Medical Building after a month. We’ll test your Pheromone Levels then.”
“…Oh.”
They strapped his arms, legs, waist, and abs with special-material bands for measurements, pricked his finger for blood, then packed up to leave.
Teacher Zhang’s final warning: Stay put for two full hours, then have a Beta campus guard escort him back to the dorm.
Mu Chenxing eyed the four burly young men at the door and nodded.
Teacher Zhang finally left.
Before going, he asked, “The police station hasn’t contacted you yet?”
“Nope.”
Teacher Zhang: “Oh, they probably think you’re still out cold. Keep an eye out—when they do, ask the officer who Temporary Marked you for his rank and type so we can adjust your meds properly.”
He muttered, “Feels kinda familiar, but nah, impossible.”
Mu Chenxing pretended not to hear that last bit and said, “Got it.”
Then Teacher Zhang and his crew bolted.
Mu Chenxing finally opened his wristband to reassure his three spooked roommates and told them to head back first.
He sat cross-legged in the Training Hall, turned down the volume, and resumed his catch-up studies.
…
After two full hours, a campus guard shuttled him back to the dorm in a special car.
Only then did he learn that his Alpha pheromones had leaked out, affecting every Alpha and Omega in the Gymnasium—they’d all been herded to the Medical Building for Suppressant shots.
His three roommates, who’d rushed to the Training Venue out of worry and gotten a close-up whiff, got double doses.
Tong Xiao griped: “We sensed Alpha pheromones—didn’t expect it was you acting up… Should’ve stayed away.”
Xia Weizhen was still shaken. “So terrifying, like being stalked by a feral beast.”
Tao Xirui clutched his chest. “First time I’ve seen the legendary indiscriminate Alpha pheromones that attack everyone.”
Tong Xiao: “Me too. Heard only S-Level and above Alphas have that trait.”
The three turned to Mu Chenxing in unison.
Mu Chenxing: “…Don’t look at me. I don’t know whose pheromones—they hit when I was out cold.”
The three looked disappointed.
It was already midnight. Mu Chenxing rushed to shower and tidy up. By the time he emerged, everyone was in bed.
He killed the lights, climbed into the pink canopy, drew the curtains, flicked on the small lamp, and used the search tools he’d figured out over the past two days to look up lists of Alphas with S-Level+ Pheromone Levels.
Whoosh—the list populated.
Pei Yao, 37, one of the Alliance Generals, S+++ [Special]
Su Jianxin, 77, one of the Alliance Generals, S+++
Gu Pingchuan, 82, one of the Alliance Generals, S+++
…
Scrolling down, dozens of pages of active military brass, with only the last few featuring civilian elites.
Mu Chenxing copied every name from the police station roster, planning to check photos one by one later to ID the guy.
He wouldn’t let a little Pheromone hiccup derail his strength gains.
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