Money couldn’t buy out training or waste time.
Mu Chenxing knew it was a trap, but he jumped in anyway.
Forget about military basics training at the other colleges for now.
The deans of each academy demanded that this group of Omega freshmen comprehensively boost their stamina, speed, strength, and more to match the level of the Omega Association members after their intensive training—all within one month.
It wasn’t easy.
The Omega Association members had trained under Mu Chenxing for nearly three months before their own camp. Now, these freshmen needed to reach post-camp level in just one month.
Mu Chenxing wanted to sigh.
The association’s daily runs no longer needed him leading; the Omegas loved gathering and training in the activity room anyway. They didn’t need him hovering.
But these freshmen… they could barely pass middle school PE.
Yes, even though the freshmen claimed they’d trained specially before school started, Mu Chenxing dragged them to the Omega Association anyway. He had them jog slowly with everyone to test their fitness.
…Total wipeout.
The association Omegas were night-and-day improved from before. They’d once taken an hour for three kilometers; now they could run over ten in an hour without stopping. These so-called “trained” Omegas? They couldn’t keep up at all.
Not even close.
After just ten minutes, they fell behind.
Slow it down for another fifteen, and the whole group collapsed.
The freshmen ditched all dignity, plopping down on the spot, too winded to speak.
Mu Chenxing didn’t even want to ask what kind of “training” they’d done. He let them rest fifteen minutes, led a final slow ten-minute jog, then sent them back.
One Omega timidly asked, “Didn’t Principal Fu say two hours a day?”
The others looked tense too.
Mu Chenxing reassured them patiently, “You’re not at daily training standard yet. Take it slow.”
After soothing the freshmen, he trudged back to the dorm with a sigh.
Tong Xiao and the others asked about it after their own training, listening to his gripes about that so-called “training.”
“Top-scoring Omegas rarely excel at sports,” Tong Xiao griped. “Back in the day, we couldn’t even hit this pace. They’re doing pretty well already.”
Xia Weizhen added, “I remember we took an hour to cover what they did today.”
Tao Xirui comforted him too, “No rush.”
Mu Chenxing replied, “Your goals were different. I trained you for health. They’re legit military academy students—might end up on the front lines someday.”
Tong Xiao and Xia Weizhen were at a loss for words.
Tao Xirui thought for a moment, then said softly, “Don’t worry too much. These Omegas are definitely more driven and tougher than us. Give them time.”
Xia Weizhen grumbled, “Says who? We’re driven and tough too.”
Tao Xirui murmured gently, “They’re the first Omegas in thousands of years across the Alliance to apply for Alpha majors. Even if it’s for the bonuses, that’s impressive. Believe in them.”
Xia Weizhen and Tong Xiao exchanged a glance and fell silent.
Mu Chenxing patted Tao Xirui. “You’re right. Getting into the academy and a new major makes them amazing Omegas already. We have to trust them.”
Who’d sign up for frontline majors without big ambitions or family backing?
He added, “I’ll tweak the training plan to help them adapt faster.”
Tong Xiao said, “Holler if you need help.”
Mu Chenxing nodded. “I do. Have them run with the group first to build stamina.”
He paused, then continued, “This weekend, drag them to the Gymnasium for some fun. Work on their reaction speed too.”
Tong Xiao and the others had no issue.
And so, the freshmen blended into the Omega Association’s daily routine.
Mu Chenxing shelved his plans for other colleges’ training. He led them in runs, warm-ups, more runs, more warm-ups every day—then hauled them to the Gymnasium on weekends.
Thanks to last year’s Games success, the school upgraded the association to a bigger venue and funded equipment overhauls for the activity room. Dance Machines, Shooting simulators—more variety, more pro-level gear, even new events.
The freshman Omegas gawked like kids in a candy store, hopping from machine to machine, drenched in sweat but refusing to quit—like gaming addicts.
Until a group of Alphas pushed through the door, filing in one after another.
“Afternoon!”
“We’re here~”
“Long time no see!”
“Brought some underclassmen. You don’t mind, right?”
The freshmen Omegas, who’d just finished a round and were resting while watching the seniors compete: “!”
They all shot to their feet in fright.
“Huh? New faces? Fresh recruits already?”
“You’re recruiting a week into term?!”
“Yo, they’re all cute. Does your association pick by looks?”
Mu Chenxing, mid-Shooting sim, got tipped off. He removed his helmet just in time to catch that last bit.
“Xu Zhicheng, if you can’t talk nice, shut your mouth,” he said irritably, stowing the helmet. “You blush furiously and barely dare to breathe when sparring with Omegas, and now you’re playing thug?”
The Omegas burst out laughing.
Even the incoming Alphas cracked up.
Xu Zhicheng’s face went beet red. He blustered, “Blush? I was hot!”
Mu Chenxing nodded sarcastically. “Uh-huh, sure.”
He pointed at the tense, wary freshmen Omegas. “These are this year’s applicants to other colleges. They’re here to play.”
A chorus of hisses rose as the Alphas shot admiring looks at the freshmen.
“Another batch of Mu Chenxings?”
“Are they all aces? Little bros, let’s compete!”
“What’re you good at? Show us.”
Mu Chenxing ignored them and told the freshmen, “These are our Medical College classmates. They’re just here to play. No worries.”
Tong Xiao and the others strolled over.
“Can’t beat us, so bullying freshmen? Thick-skinned much?”
“Wanna compete? Try us.”
“Missed a summer—did you get worse?”
The Alphas rolled up their sleeves.
“Less trash talk, on the machines!”
“We’ll see who’s trash!”
“Joking—lose this term, and I’ll call you bros forever!”
Then Omegas and Alphas drew lots with rock-paper-scissors for events. In under five minutes, they scattered to the gear zones, battles underway.
The freshmen Omegas hadn’t even clocked the Alphas’ faces yet.
As sound effects blared from each zone, they finally relaxed.
Mu Chenxing chuckled. “Don’t sweat it. They drop by all the time.”
The Omegas exchanged uneasy glances.
Someone whispered, “They’re Alphas, though.”
Mu Chenxing shrugged. “This is the association activity hall, not the dorm. They’re fine.”
The freshmen: “…”
Mu Chenxing added, “Oh, right—forgot to mention. Our association has 64 members. Last year’s Games? 53 made top 500. Tougher than these Alphas.”
A sharp-eared Alpha called out, “Mu Chenxing, don’t exaggerate! You’re aces at Precision Strike, sure, but sprints and climbs? We’re better!”
Mu Chenxing arched a brow. “Wanna race me?”
“…You’re the best, you’re the best!” The Alpha folded. “I just meant vs. Chu Yuan and them.”
Chu Yuan yelled from afar, hands on hips, “Gao Xiaoyuan, what’d you say? Get over here and shoot if you’re man enough!”
Gao Xiaoyuan: “…You’re on.”
Chu Yuan: “Lose and call me bro!”
Gao Xiaoyuan: “You lose, call me uncle!”
Everyone: “Hahaha!”
Mu Chenxing looked away and shrugged at the freshmen. “See? That’s the vibe. Tons of training gear here—they borrow it often, compete with us. You’ll get used to it—no, not get used to it. This term, you have to beat them. Only by beating them can you avoid finishing dead last in your own colleges.”
Freshmen: “…”
Just not dead last?!!
“Oh, and your college upperclassmen—some I’m tight with. I’ll intro them later so they look out for you.”
With competition pressure and the dread of last place looming, the freshmen forgot about upperclassmen and dove back into training.
Mu Chenxing nodded, pleased.
Sure, more freshmen to coach, but his life stayed on track.
Classes and training filled every day; time flew like it was fast-forwarded.
Mid-term, Mu Chenxing bundled the whole association—including the dozen-odd freshmen—into another event. He sat it out.
Even without him, the association and freshmen shone—over a dozen Omegas repped the school at the Central Star System Military Academy Games finals.
By late February of their second year, this Omega crew brought home 4 silvers and 11 bronzes.
No golds, but it wasn’t one Omega shining—it was a team victory.
The Games organizers, Alliance Government, and platforms hyped the results big-time, sparking massive online buzz.
Mu Chenxing tuned it out. He was fretting over his own Heat Period.
Sophomore spring, their dorm started hitting Heat Periods one by one.
Association Omegas had begun theirs last term, but he hadn’t been around much, so it hadn’t sunk in.
Then one day, Xia Weizhen—chatting and laughing beside him—muttered it was hot… and collapsed right there. That’s when Mu Chenxing felt the reality hit, worry kicking in.
Their Heat Periods differed from mature ones.
Mature heats hit yearly like periods—intense… urges, eased by sex or Suppressants.
But these were immature bodies. First heats came with gonadal growth pains.
Especially for Omegas.
Alphas’ growth pains were mild: a sedative shot to curb frenzy, growth meds, done.
Omegas? Gonads matured including the uterine cavity for breeding.
Rapid growth tore at the abdomen like ripping flesh. Suppressants were a start, but they needed hospitalization—pills baseline, mainly painkilling injections and restraints to prevent self-harm.
Mu Chenxing peered through the clear glass at Xia Weizhen writhing in agony on the bed, strapped down. Anxiously, he asked, “No other way?”
Zhang Yunli, who’d rushed over, clapped his shoulder. “Don’t worry. He’s in good shape. Few hours, he’ll be fine.”
…Few hours. Mu Chenxing frowned. “Can’t slow the uterine cavity growth? Even delay it.”
Zhang Yunli replied, “Your bio grades are solid—you know the cavity opening rips the membrane. No matter how you stretch it, the nerve-flesh tear hurts the same. Short pain beats long pain. And new tissue needs time too. These hours are already sped up by meds.”
Mu Chenxing knew.
Glancing at pale-faced Tong Xiao and Tao Xirui supporting each other, he couldn’t help asking, “Can’t just remove the uterine cavity?”
Zhang Yunli shot him a look. “What do you think?”
Mu Chenxing sighed. “I know—it’s the core endocrine hub. Removal causes tons of issues.”
Luo Chen had demoed that: meds like candy, doctor visits galore.
For once, he felt down. “Wish Heat Periods never came.”
Zhang Yunli softened, patting him. “Relax. Yours… anyway, probably not till junior year.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
That didn’t help.
