Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 2

The moment Yan Liu drank the potion, she paid no attention to the reactions of those around her.

Her consciousness was utterly focused.

Awaken my Spiritual Body. Change my destiny.

Rather than desperately chasing after Ji Yilian, begging for a sliver of genuine affection, she would strengthen herself first, becoming dazzlingly radiant.

Humans are inherently selfish.

When you lack brilliance, even your sincere devotion is seen as cheap and worthless.

And for things that come easily, requiring no effort to obtain, few people truly cherish them from the heart.

Like Yan Liu’s past, when she poured her heart and soul into Ji Yilian.

It was never treated with kindness, only scorn and contempt.

What a fool she was, sacrificing the chance to change her own fate, exhausting herself to prop up another.

But from this moment forward, things would be different.

As the potion entered her body, Yan Liu felt a nourishing energy surge through her veins, spreading rapidly to every part of her being.

The headache that had been throbbing moments before was suddenly enveloped by an invisible, cooling energy, instantly becoming warm and soothing.

Yan Liu opened her eyes and casually settled into a cross-legged position nearby.

The surrounding crowd watched her actions with astonishment.

“What’s she doing?”

“Is she trying to awaken her Spiritual Body on the spot?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. An 18-year-old Omega’s potential is practically fixed. If she had any real potential, it would have manifested long ago.”

“Theoretically, everyone receives a Talent Potion subsidized by the Alliance every year from age ten to eighteen. By now, even the slightest potential for awakening should have surfaced. But Yan Liu has always been known as a useless case. All those subsidized potions wasted on her—they might as well have saved them.”

In the distant spectator stands, someone from Yan Liu’s Academy, who had heard rumors about her, spoke with undisguised malice and mockery.

In this world, one’s strength was their capital. Yan Liu, possessing none, yet occupying an Alliance-subsidized spot in the same Academy as them, made it difficult for anyone to remain impartial.

Fortunately, she was turning eighteen soon. After today’s Arena Competition, the Alliance would no longer unconditionally fund her education.

“I bet she’s just trying to get attention,” someone suddenly remarked. “After all, she’s an Omega. Maybe she’s hoping to use this opportunity to attract more attention.”

Among those watching Yan Liu, Ji Yilian’s gaze was the most complex.

A hint of confusion even flickered in her dark eyes.

For the first time, Yan Liu’s reaction had stirred ripples in her usually calm heart.

Yan Liu had never mentioned wanting to participate in the Arena Competition to awaken her Spiritual Body.

She never told me.

The surrounding voices poured unfiltered into Yan Liu’s ears.

She found herself acutely sensitive to every sound, as if she had developed superhuman hearing. Beyond that, her nose suddenly detected a myriad of scents:

The lingering pheromone trails of different Alphas and Omegas, the chemical tang of their suppressants…

And more—even the faint aroma of the food they’d eaten that morning, still lingering in the air.

These invisible streams of information swirled through Yan Liu’s Spiritual Power, causing her to unconsciously furrow her brow and her complexion to pale further.

The Talent Potion acted like dissolving or tearing away a veil that had shrouded her Spiritual Body, exposing what had been hidden in darkness to full view.

It was clear that Yan Liu’s Spiritual Body was extraordinarily powerful.

But it was also ravenously hungry, having never received a single drop of the Talent Potion’s nourishing essence—until today.

Everyone could see a faint golden glow emanating from the girl sitting cross-legged on the ground.

“She… she’s actually awakened her Spiritual Body!”

“Oh my god! How did Yan Liu manage that?”

“Can an eighteen-year-old Omega still awaken?”

“What is her Spiritual Body? It looks incredibly powerful.”

“Augh, my pheromones are going wild! Can you smell that fragrance? It must be coming from Yan Liu.”

“How can it be so fragrant? The suppressor I used this morning is already wearing off—damn it!”

One by one, spectators in the stands noticed the scent, their gazes turning toward Yan Liu. She sat alone with her eyes closed, her Spiritual Body awakening like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, radiating an undeniable golden light.

The unique fragrance was rich and rare, with a hint of sweetness reminiscent of cake, yet without the cloying heaviness. It undeniably stirred a deep-seated craving and desire within those who smelled it.

Ji Yilian, whose self-control was usually terrifyingly absolute, clenched her hand into a fist at her side. Pale blue veins faintly surfaced on the back of her hand, and her pink-tinged nails turned translucent from the force of her grip.

Like someone starved for years suddenly catching the scent of edible food, her entire body trembled uncontrollably with excitement.

A dark shadow crept into Ji Yilian’s eyes.

She closed her eyes briefly.

Out of control.

This kind of loss of control had almost never appeared in Ji Yilian’s dictionary.

This was the first time.

Because of Yan Liu.

Why was it that the moment Yan Liu woke up, her pheromones and even her active Spiritual Body were so irresistibly alluring to her?

The competition arena was divided into distinct zones.

The Heaven’s Chosen occupied their usual area. Having awakened their Spiritual Bodies early and possessing exceptional qualities in all aspects, they had no need for the Talent Potion distributed during the competition.

Only bottom-tier students nearing adulthood, with no hope of awakening and extremely limited resources, dared to dream of increasing their chances of awakening by obtaining the Talent Potion awarded during the Arena Competition.

Hopelessness was the constant companion on this arduous path, making struggle inevitable.

Yet struggle often led to despair, knowing it was ultimately futile.

But Yan Liu had become that meaning.

In that moment, everyone around the arena noticed her movements.

The bottom-tier Omegas looked at Yan Liu with eyes brimming with hope and envy.

How fortunate! So it’s still possible to awaken a Spiritual Body even at eighteen.

The hummingbird cameras hovering in the air immediately swarmed toward Yan Liu, capturing her radiant moment.

“A newly awakened Omega!”

“Oh, my God! A lucky one who awakened their Spiritual Body at the last possible moment. Truly miraculous!”

The host quickly noticed that Yan Liu, the protagonist, was suddenly dominating several screens on the live broadcast.

Her complexion was dull and yellowish, and her hair lacked luster, yet her face held up remarkably well under the camera’s scrutiny. Her features were flawless, and even when the lens zoomed in, she exuded a subtle refinement.

An Omega who had awakened her Spiritual Body was no longer merely a decorative object.

She now possessed the right to stand on the Alliance’s shoulders, wielding bargaining chips and power. At the very least, the world would open another door for such an Omega.

“How did Yan Liu awaken?” someone murmured.

“Was it the Talent Potion from the Arena Competition? Did they improve the formula this year? If I’d known, I would have signed up just to get an extra dose!”

“With such a potent pheromone, what level is her Spiritual Body? It doesn’t seem low-grade. Oh, I’m drawn in—it smells so good.”

“I thought Ji Yilian would be the Academy’s main attraction today, but Yan Liu has emerged as a dark horse.”

“Yan Liu’s Spiritual Body has awakened. Can we finally get her ranked? I just want to know what level her Spiritual Power is.”

“But she’s dragged this out for so long. Who knows how many Talent Potions she used just to barely awaken? We shouldn’t get our hopes up too high. A B-Rank would be the best we can expect.”

“A B-Rank? That’s still pretty good. At least she can become a Healer and live a privileged life with a good job. You weren’t expecting her to reach A-Rank, were you?”

As for S-Rank, no one even considered it.

Such a level was almost impossible to find among commoners. Ji Yilian was an anomaly, a Peerless Thunder-level exception. There couldn’t possibly be another like her.

One S-Rank appearing among the masses every few decades or even centuries was already considered ancestral blessing.

As the swarm of hummingbird drones focused on Yan Liu, the girl quietly opened her eyes.

She possessed a pair of beautifully shaped almond eyes, perfectly proportioned and naturally clear and innocent. Her irises shimmered with a lively, watery light, making her stand out effortlessly in any crowd.

In stark contrast to this was Yan Liu’s gaze—steady, as if capable of instantly capturing your attention and drawing you in.

Strange, how had they never noticed before that Yan Liu was also a beauty?

The crowd murmured, watching the large screen, their hearts filled with awe.

Yan Liu’s eyes weren’t purely black; upon closer inspection, her irises were a light brown. This gave her almond-shaped eyes an exotic, hazy quality when she gazed intently at you.

It was as if those eyes could never truly belong to anyone, yet they stirred ripples in the depths of the heart.

“Please take the suppressant to ensure your pheromones remain stable.”

The Arena Competition doctor rushed over immediately, offering Yan Liu a suppressant specifically formulated for mature Omegas.

Though the doctor was a fully mature Alpha, his expression momentarily faltered as he caught the scent of Yan Liu’s pheromones, his instincts momentarily overriding his composure.

Suppressant…

Yan Liu lowered her gaze to the vial, smiled faintly, and wordlessly snapped open the cap, swallowing the potion.

This world is truly wondrous. After an Omega awakens, their Spiritual Power becomes so vast, like an invisible radar that can scan the entire competition arena, reminiscent of the divine sense described in cultivation novels.

It must be wonderful to possess such immense power.

Why would the Original Host willingly relinquish her chance to grow wings and soar freely to someone else?

Yan Liu couldn’t fathom it, nor did she want to dwell on it.

Given the Original Host’s past experiences of diligently serving as a “bl00d bag” without receiving any reciprocation, Ji Yilian was clearly the type of person whose heart couldn’t be moved by tenderness.

Yan Liu resolved not to follow the Original Host’s path.

Rather than trying to win her over, she preferred the challenge of taming her.

After taking the suppressant, the sweet fragrance emanating from the young woman gradually faded, allowing the Alphas in the audience to finally breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Just moments ago, they had felt an overwhelming urge to rush to Yan Liu’s side.

As for what they would have done once they reached her, none dared to dwell on the thought.

It was common knowledge that the higher an Omega’s Spiritual Power, the wider the range of their pheromone’s influence.

“Student, come forward and declare your competition motto!”

A hummingbird hovered before Yan Liu as the announcer’s voice echoed through the arena.

Madam Qingdai, the gold-medal host of every Alliance Tournament, was renowned for her discerning eye, never missing a student who shone brightly during the competition.

Any competitor whose pre-match declaration she interviewed always delivered a spectacular performance live on air.

Yan Liu’s sudden awakening of her Spiritual Body had indeed caused a stir, but surely it wasn’t enough to warrant Madam Qingdai’s special attention?

“Madam Qingdai didn’t even interview Ji Yilian earlier. Why is she talking to such an obscure Omega?”

The hummingbird camera captured Yan Liu’s name tag, displaying “Yan Liu” for all to see.

“No way! Yan Liu? How have I never heard of this name before?”

Earlier, when Yan Liu’s Spiritual Body awakened, the hummingbird had focused its lens on her, already drawing the attention of those familiar with her.

Now, with the renowned Madam Qingdai singling her out for an interview, nearly every hummingbird in the arena swarmed toward Yan Liu, broadcasting her from every conceivable angle.

In this situation, an ordinary person would have panicked, stammering or even blushing with stage fright.

“A competition declaration?”

But Yan Liu, who had never faced such a grand stage before, who usually avoided eye contact and hunched her shoulders, her head bowed as if perpetually shrouded in shadow—this fragile Omega slowly scanned each hummingbird drone, straightened her posture, and gazed with a casual yet composed air.

Her eyes met the gaze of everyone watching beyond the cameras.

Those eyes, brimming with vitality, gradually ignited with starlight and ambition, adorning Yan Liu’s delicate features.

She smiled with effortless grace, yet her entire being radiated an indescribable radiance.

“Me? I’m just here to add a bit of polish to my reputation, to attract more outstanding Alphas. Isn’t that how it is? An Omega’s ultimate destiny lies in an Alpha’s embrace, not in the abyss or the heights.”

Her tone was playful, as if she were speaking of someone else, her words so casual they seemed like a joke.