Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 25

“Huh?”

Faced with Ji Yilian’s sudden and bizarre request, Yan Liu was caught off guard, even retracting the hand she had already extended.

“No,” she said, tucking her small hand behind her back.

She had no intention of immediately obeying Ji Yilian’s commands.

She was here to tame the black moonlight, not the other way around. The roles of master and servant couldn’t be reversed.

Though the girl appeared petite and delicate, with gentle features, she possessed an unwavering will. Ji Yilian had fully grasped this through their interactions over the past two days—Yan Liu was no longer the person she once knew.

Disappointed at not receiving another head pat, Ji Yilian stood there, her tall, striking figure looking almost pitifully neglected. Her tightly pressed lips were beautifully shaped, and the corner of her brow, partially hidden by her dark hair, was equally striking.

Yan Liu glanced at her, recognizing the other woman’s disappointment, and added, “Do you like being patted?”

Before Ji Yilian could reply, Yan Liu clasped her hands behind her back and strolled leisurely through the aircraft, murmuring softly, “Then you’ll have to make me happy from now on.”

“Don’t make me angry, and don’t go against me. Otherwise, how can I like you?”

Having resolved to properly conquer and tame the black moonlight, Yan Liu transformed into a vision of tenderness. She was like a gentle paradise, capable of lulling one into a blissful, dreamlike state from which they would never want to awaken.

Her voice was soft and soothing, like the most enchanting lullaby, effortlessly disarming defenses and drawing people closer.

Ji Yilian was no exception.

This genius Alpha, who could face the teeming insectoid armies swarming beneath the abyss without flinching, now found her heart racing at Yan Liu’s words.

“Like me?” Ji Yilian repeated softly, seizing on the key phrase.

Her cold, stunning beauty was far from the naive, innocent type, yet as she murmured Yan Liu’s words, she seemed to have shed eight hundred layers of sophistication, revealing a hint of youthful awkwardness.

Yan Liu smiled faintly, meeting Ji Yilian’s gaze.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Lying was wrong, but… Forgive me, conscience, I want to live. Conquering the black moonlight was a necessary evil.

Besides… wasn’t she also fulfilling the Original Host’s wishes and acting as heaven’s agent?

Desperately concealing her true feelings from Ji Yilian, Yan Liu could only keep brainwashing herself in her mind.

The girl’s face was innocent, her almond eyes a light brown, and her lips pressed together, making her appear even more strikingly beautiful.

Ji Yilian had never seen Yan Liu like this before.

Unfamiliar yet contradictory, full of vitality.

“Then remember what you just promised! Let’s make a pinky promise!”

Yan Liu raised her right pinky, gesturing for Ji Yilian to extend hers.

Ji Yilian hesitantly raised her hand, her gaze falling on Yan Liu’s slightly reddened finger, and her heart tightened again.

In the past, Yan Liu must have worked countless jobs to make ends meet. Her hands were far from soft and delicate, bearing only the marks of life’s hardships.

Instead of hooking her pinky with Yan Liu’s, Ji Yilian grasped the back of the girl’s hand, instinctively wrapping it in her palm.

Yan Liu froze, reflexively pulling her hand back.

“Ji Yilian! Have you forgotten our agreement again?”

Yan Liu’s voice lost its earlier gentleness, replaced by a hint of anger.

She could tolerate physical closeness when necessary to win over the black moonlight, but that didn’t mean she would accept the black moonlight actively approaching her.

Everything had to remain within the boundaries she permitted, with her controlling the pace of their interactions.

The girl pressed her lips together, silent, even the fleeting tenderness that had softened her features moments ago now vanished.

Having witnessed this transformation before, Ji Yilian found the contrast unbearable.

“…I haven’t forgotten,” Ji Yilian murmured, her demeanor surprisingly docile.

“Then what were you doing just now?” Yan Liu pressed, her lips tightening.

A person’s aura was a mysterious thing. Sometimes, Yan Liu could clearly sense her own aura overwhelming Ji Yilian’s.

Why was this?

Ji Yilian’s strength far surpassed ten times her own.

“Your hand needs ointment and care.”

Ji Yilian lowered her gaze and explained.

This was an almost impossible occurrence for her.

Since she could remember, Ji Yilian had never particularly cared about others’ emotions.

Yet, when she saw Yan Liu’s expression of distaste just now, her heart had tugged involuntarily, compelling her to explain.

Yan Liu then noticed that when Ji Yilian had held her hand, her gaze had been fixed on the skin of her hand.

Hmm… Yan Liu lowered her head and stared at her own hand for a moment.

These hands weren’t particularly attractive.

It wasn’t the shape that was the problem, but the skin itself. It was clear they had been overworked and neglected, lacking even basic care.

She hadn’t noticed this before.

“What’s wrong? Do you think they’re ugly?”

Yan Liu pressed her palms together, raised her hand before her eyes, and examined it.

The only response was Ji Yilian’s gentle Spiritual Power.

This invisible force slowly lifted Yan Liu’s hand, flowing through the gaps between her fingers.

A tingling, itchy, and slightly numb sensation made Yan Liu’s face flush crimson.

“You… withdraw your Spiritual Power.”

How could everyone have Spiritual Power, yet Ji Yilian’s was so versatile?

It could do this, it could do that—it seemed capable of anything.

Meanwhile, Yan Liu’s own Spiritual Power was still in its developmental stage. She hadn’t even figured out how to use it properly.

If I had to use a metaphor, Ji Yilian’s Spiritual Power was like a tidal wave, capable of being summoned to engulf you with overwhelming force. It was the kind of oppressive power that could blot out the sky.

But my own Spiritual Power… it felt like a gentle breeze.

It existed, yes, but it was merely perceptible, incapable of causing any significant damage.

Yan Liu felt deeply disheartened by this.

How could she possibly compete in the Arena against others using such weak Spiritual Power?

A wave of frustration washed over her.

Sensing the girl’s shifting mood, Ji Yilian spoke up.

“You need to have your Spiritual Power level assessed at a testing facility to determine your development path.”

Yan Liu blinked her wide, almond-shaped eyes, skepticism flickering in their depths.

“Does it really make a difference?”

Ji Yilian lowered her gaze. “Spiritual Power is broadly divided into offensive and defensive types. This classification will influence your development path—whether you become a frontline combatant or remain in the rear, performing routine tasks.”

These were common knowledge, facts every citizen of the interstellar era should know.

Yet Yan Liu acted like a curious child encountering Spiritual Power for the first time, clueless about even the most basic concepts.

An astonishing suspicion flashed through Ji Yilian’s mind.

Could the Yan Liu before her no longer be the same Yan Liu she once knew?

Or has she awakened a new personality?

After piecing together these deductions, Ji Yilian remained composed, as if nothing had happened, giving Yan Liu no clue as to what she was thinking.

Yan Liu lowered her head, pondering Ji Yilian’s words. She immediately decided to get tested after tomorrow’s competition.

She had a feeling she wouldn’t be the offensive type of Spiritual Power user.

Perhaps I really am destined to be just a Healer?

As she was lost in thought, a hand suddenly reached out in front of her.

Ji Yilian’s hand was exceptionally slender and pale, radiating the elegance and strength of a noble warrior. Just looking at it, one could clearly sense her status.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Liu asked, still dazed, unsure why Ji Yilian had suddenly extended her hand.

Is she trying to show off her flawless skin? Or that her hand is more beautiful?

The thought had barely formed when Ji Yilian sighed softly and spoke.

“Didn’t we promise to pinky swear?”

Ji Yilian’s slender finger curled slightly toward Yan Liu.

Seeing this cool and beautiful Omega make such a gesture felt like watching an adult play pretend with a child—utterly incongruous.

Yet visually, it was undeniably captivating.

Yan Liu froze for a moment before instinctively extending her pinky to hook it with Ji Yilian’s.

“Will you really keep your promise, Ji Yilian?”

Even at this critical moment, Yan Liu couldn’t resist questioning her.

Ji Yilian stared at her for a long moment. “If I break my promise, you can punish me.”

Punish me?

Yan Liu perked up.

But how could she possibly punish Ji Yilian?

She couldn’t beat her in a fight. Hmph.

The girl pursed her lips, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, giving her a delicate, rosy complexion. It was a vast improvement over her previous sallow and gaunt appearance.

Ji Yilian leaned in slightly, maintaining eye level with her, and whispered, “Find my weakness. Think about how you’ll punish me.”

She paused. “This is your mission.”

Her gaze lingered on Yan Liu’s soft, delicate earlobe before she straightened up and shifted her gaze away.

Yan Liu smelled so sweet.

Ji Yilian often had to exert every ounce of her self-control to resist the overwhelming desire for this person.

It was strange.

Yet, for some reason, she found a perverse pleasure in this struggle, preferring to wallow in the thrill of resisting her instincts.