Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 15

A silence hung in the room.

Yan Liu’s heart felt suspended in mid-air, restless and uneasy.

“Say something,” she urged softly.

Ji Yilian merely gazed at her in silence. After a long moment, she rasped, “No regrets.”

With those words, Ji Yilian turned toward the door, opened it, and appeared ready to leave.

Last night, this woman had refused to leave, insisting on staying the night and even suggesting they move in together.

Yet now, after a brief spell of dizziness, she was waking up and leaving without a word.

How strange.

“Are… are you alright?”

Yan Liu instinctively took a few steps after her as she left, but just as she reached the doorway, Ji Yilian turned back, her gaze meeting hers.

The woman’s tall, slender figure and perfect proportions radiated the striking presence of a supermodel standing before her. Coupled with Ji Yilian’s exquisite features, the effect was overwhelming.

Her face was strikingly unique and refined.

The natural slant of her phoenix eyes carried an inherent allure, yet her gaze remained perpetually devoid of emotion. Her long, smooth, jet-black hair shimmered with a glossy sheen, a few strands cascading down her pale neck.

She seemed distant, like a deity on the hazy horizon.

“Yan Liu, don’t follow me,” Ji Yilian said, her words cold and dismissive.

Yan Liu froze, realizing Ji Yilian found her meddlesome. Gritting her teeth, she slammed the door shut.

“Who wants to follow you anyway?”

I came here specifically to close the door, you know!

The heavy door slammed shut, isolating Ji Yilian outside.

Ji Yilian pressed her fingers to her temple, a flicker of melancholy crossing her dark eyes as she stared at the door for a long moment before finally turning away.

A dozen seconds later, the door creaked open again.

Yan Liu peeked through the crack.

Empty!

Ji Yilian had indeed left.

Bang.

Yan Liu slammed the door shut again, shaking her head.

“Why would I doubt she’d leave? She’s not some melodramatic villain from a novel with some tragic backstory.”

Now alone in the house, Yan Liu finally relaxed, determined to tidy up and clean the place thoroughly.

This was her new home, after all. She needed to settle in properly.

First, she’d focus on taking care of herself. Only then could she attract someone romantically and conquer the black moonlight.

This principle had remained unchanged since Yan Liu first transmigrated to this Small World.

Although she’d spent the entire night wearing a holographic helmet, using her Spiritual Power in various simulated scenarios, Yan Liu felt surprisingly refreshed that morning.

Could this be because she had awakened her Spiritual Body?

After Yan Liu finished cleaning the house, she immediately felt the entire environment had transformed, becoming brighter and more vibrant.

In the bedroom, she found a notebook containing the original host’s diary.

From its pages, Yan Liu gained a rough understanding of the original host’s previous life:

Work, occasionally attend school, work, occasionally attend school.

Save money in a special account, aiming to accumulate enough to buy Ji Yilian a gift.

Ah, so the original host hadn’t given all the money to Ji Yilian after all.

After reading the diary, Yan Liu’s emotions were complex.

It seemed the world’s plot she had received deviated from the actual events that had unfolded so far.

This realization made the ten million Star Coins in the personal account linked to Ji Yilian feel like a hot potato. She almost wanted to refuse them.

Recalling yesterday’s events—receiving Ji Yilian’s holographic helmet and Smartwatch…

The young woman sighed.

How did I accidentally become a gilded cage bird?

And the kind that’s fierce, takes over the roost, and demands interest.

What must Ji Yilian have been feeling when she agreed to my demands and linked the account to me?

Remembering Ji Yilian’s collapse this morning and her subsequent demeanor, Yan Liu felt a rare pang of guilt.

Had she been pushing her too hard?

The Academy offered free training rooms that students could reserve.

With most of the Academy engrossed in the Arena Competition, the usually crowded training rooms were now nearly deserted. Yan Liu seized this opportunity to reserve a room, even managing to secure one entirely for herself.

The training room featured simulated human-machine opponents accessible through holographic helmets. These virtual sparring partners could help students master combat techniques by connecting to the Academy’s curriculum database. The room also had gravity-sensing settings to simulate the oppressive pressure of an opponent’s Spiritual Power, thereby enhancing the trainees’ endurance.

“This is amazing!” Yan Liu exclaimed, exploring every function of the training room with childlike delight.

For the first time, she felt her transmigration had meaning. It had brought her into contact with a world beyond her previous life, a world she could only have imagined before.

Yan Liu impulsively set the gravity-sensing to ten times its normal level, immediately collapsing to the floor with a thud.

“…That hurts…” she groaned, struggling to push herself up.

She had landed chest-first on the ground just now, but thankfully her reflexes were quick enough to brace herself with her hands. Otherwise, the pain would have been enough to make her faint.

The word “faint” immediately brought to mind the image of Ji Yilian lying motionless on the floor of her home that morning.

This Alpha, who projected such pride, confidence, and dazzling power in public, seemed fiercely guarded, unwilling to let anyone get close.

Yet she had silently entered Yan Liu’s old house, bought her a holographic helmet and Smart Brain, and then quietly stayed by her side all night, keeping her company.

This was completely out of character.

Yan Liu wasn’t deliberately thinking about Ji Yilian.

But this woman was her target for the mission in this Small World.

She had to devote time and effort to understanding everything about Ji Yilian.

Still… it felt inappropriate to think about Ji Yilian unconscious on the floor while she herself was sprawled awkwardly on the ground.

Yan Liu quickly banished the thought from her mind. Right now, she needed to focus on improving her basic physical reflexes.

Tomorrow’s preliminary round might be her first and last match in the singles competition, after which she would likely be eliminated.

Perhaps Ji Yilian was right—Yan Liu was destined to lose, with no hope of victory.

But Yan Liu was the kind of person who would charge forward even knowing defeat was inevitable, determined to lose with as little damage as possible and with as much grace as she could muster.

Clinging to the wall for support, Yan Liu slowly stood up, her legs trembling violently.

Ten times Earth’s gravity was brutal. Her head throbbed with bl00d, and her body felt as if it were weighed down by a thousand kilograms.

But… the memory of Ji Yilian effortlessly controlling her with Spiritual Power yesterday, that feeling of utter helplessness and vulnerability, made Yan Liu clench her fists, her heart burning with determination.

I won’t be crushed!

Just wait. One day, I’ll use Spiritual Power to suppress Ji Yilian. Completely, utterly suppress her, so she can experience what it’s like to be trapped like meat on a chopping block, unable to move!

Ji Yilian’s name had surfaced countless times in Yan Liu’s mind.

It was a useful name, a wellspring of fighting spirit.

After spending most of the day in the training room, Yan Liu grew hungry.

She was drenched in sweat, looking disheveled like someone dragged out of water before they’d dried. Her hair was still damp, but her eyes shone with a fierce light.

Her skin, flushed from exertion, appeared even brighter, enhancing her natural, ethereal beauty like a lotus blooming in clear water.

Yan Liu’s stomach growled.

She activated her Smart Brain, selected the luxurious lunch she craved, and effortlessly swiped her personal account to pay in Star Coins.

She had money now—plenty of it—and she intended to spend it lavishly.

The slightest hesitation or lingering softness she might have felt earlier, when she had collapsed under ten times Earth’s gravity, had vanished completely.

Raised by her grandfather after losing her parents at a young age, Yan Liu had learned to read people’s expressions and make the most of limited resources far beyond her peers.

She knew how to be “worldly-wise,” because that was the only way to survive.

Before her transmigration, Yan Liu had never missed an opportunity to secure a scholarship. She possessed an almost instinctive awareness of resources and a relentless drive to acquire them.

Like desert animals instinctively sensing the location of an oasis and calculating how long its water supply would sustain them, Yan Liu immediately recognized the value of the Star Coins Ji Yilian had sent her.

This financial lifeline temporarily freed her from the struggle for survival.

For now, she could focus entirely on investing in herself, using these funds to become stronger and more capable.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the Smart Brain vibrated gently.

A delivery robot hovered at the door. Yan Liu leaned forward to open it, only to see the machine scanning her face to verify her identity.

The robot then extended a long, articulated arm, hooked around an exquisitely crafted lunchbox, and presented her deluxe meal.

It smells so good.

Yan Liu could smell the aroma even through the lunchbox.

Knowing this was her first proper meal since arriving in this world, every cell in her body clamored, “Hurry, hurry!”

As soon as she took the lunchbox and the delivery robot flew away, the door to the adjacent training room slid open. A pair of hands reached out, snatched the lunchbox, and said, “Share half with me.”

Yan Liu looked up, stunned, to see Ji Yilian’s expressionless, refined face.

Ji Yilian?! Why is it Ji Yilian?!

Hijacking my lunch halfway through? Is that even something a person does?!