Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 32

Long ago, Yan Liu had come across a theory that if you dislike someone, but they praise you or show you kindness, your animosity toward them will diminish. Conversely, to defuse someone’s hostility, you could try the opposite approach—ask your rival for help. Once they extend a hand, their goodwill toward you will surge dramatically.

The theory seemed odd.

Even stranger was that Yan Liu suddenly remembered it at this moment.

Perhaps it was because… after Ji Yilian showered her with praise, Yan Liu… suddenly found Ji Yilian more agreeable.

Waaah, I didn’t want this to happen!

But how could she resist such genuine praise?

Yan Liu felt like giving up, but she knew the consequences of doing so would be disastrous. So, she steeled herself, pretending to be completely unmoved.

“I’ve always been amazing. You were just underestimating me before.”

The girl spoke with a hint of haughtiness, her almond-shaped eyes blinking coquettishly, every strand of her hair perfectly smooth.

In just two or three days, she had developed a new air about her, a slightly spoiled yet undeniably charming quality that both puzzled and irresistibly drew Ji Yilian in.

“Mm. I shouldn’t have underestimated you before,” Ji Yilian said, her throat feeling strangely ticklish. Why else would her voice suddenly become so soft, lacking its usual deep, clear resonance? As if afraid of disturbing something fragile, she was being excessively… attentive to Yan Liu.

Yan Liu pressed her lips together and turned her head away without a word. She was still more comfortable interacting with Ji Yilian while wearing a mask.

The sudden realization that Ji Yilian could praise her, express friendliness, and even treat her with something akin to indulgence sent goosebumps prickling across Yan Liu’s skin. She even rubbed her arms as if feeling a chill.

“I should go now,” she said.

Without hesitation, Ji Yilian replied, “I’ll see you home.”

Yan Liu turned back, her beautiful light brown eyes fixing intently on the S-Class Alpha.

Ji Yilian shifted uncomfortably under Yan Liu’s gaze, turning slightly away.

“The rain is too heavy,” she blurted out, offering a subconscious explanation.

Yan Liu thought back to the torrential downpour she had seen through the aircraft window on the way here. Recalling the feeling of being drenched, she nodded in agreement.

“Alright. Thank you.”

This was one of the rare times Yan Liu had shown Ji Yilian a kind expression.

A strange surge of elation welled up in Ji Yilian’s heart.

Perhaps it was the contrast. Having witnessed Yan Liu’s previous guarded and resistant demeanor, Ji Yilian was now struck by the girl’s soft-spoken gratitude. She couldn’t quite shake off a feeling of being unexpectedly favored.

Shortly after the two women left the lounge, a group of people hurried in.

“Huh? Weren’t they supposed to be here? Where did they go?”

“Looks like we’re too late.”

“Such a great exclusive story, and you all missed the tip! We should have come sooner!”

“If Ji Yilian really has a special connection with that Omega, and we could capture some footage, our video column would go viral!”

A man with a hedgehog-like hairstyle pushed up his glasses, his face brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

“Now that they’re gone, we can finally write our article. We’ll claim the competition was rigged, that Ji Yilian and that Omega have a secret, and that she deliberately feigned a serious injury to let her win.”

As a Male Beta with no pheromones, he had long been overlooked at work, rarely entrusted with important tasks by his superiors.

This opportunity—uncovering such explosive gossip—was his chance to climb the corporate ladder.

At the very least, the news he published would attract a massive, explosive audience.

“Brother Sheng, isn’t this a bit much? Ji Yilian is a rising star among geniuses, highly regarded by some of the Alliance’s top figures,” his companion hesitated, trailing behind the hedgehog-haired man.

What if they truly made an enemy of Ji Yilian?

Ji Yilian wasn’t just any genius. Last year, when she returned from the Abyss, covered in injuries, she had been praised by several Alliance elites and even awarded a medal in an unprecedented move.

This young genius possessed not only exceptional talent but also remarkable adaptability on the battlefield. She was the kind of person who grew stronger with each battle, a natural morale booster.

For someone like her, a meteoric rise through the Alliance ranks to its upper echelons seemed inevitable.

Why risk antagonizing such a figure over a flimsy, unsubstantiated news story?

To powerful figures, dealing with someone like her would be as easy as crushing an ant.

The assistant couldn’t understand Brother Sheng’s thinking, seeing it as a reckless gamble.

This move was self-serving, potentially harmful to others, and offered no guarantee of success.

If they published the truth and sabotaged her plans, wouldn’t they fear retaliation behind the scenes?

The assistant tried to dissuade Brother Sheng from running the story.

“Let’s switch to something else. We could write about Bess—she has a huge following, and everyone loves reading about her latest antics on the arena.”

Brother Sheng, with his spiky hair, gritted his teeth.

“Switch to what? Write exactly what I said!”

With a bigger story right in front of them, why settle for writing about Bess, that lukewarm, flashy Alpha?

“But Brother Sheng, what if Ji Yilian really gets angry? We’ve all reported on her achievements in the abyss—we know she’s not someone to be trifled with. She single-handedly annihilated an entire insectoid army unit without any fire support. If someone like that loses her temper, we won’t stand a chance.”

Brother Sheng scoffed. “Geniuses always guard their reputations fiercely. We haven’t written anything malicious, just reasonable doubts and speculation. Do you think she’d come after us for that? Save your breath. With your timidity, you’ll never seize opportunities or break major news.”

As he spoke, Brother Sheng swiftly used his Smart Brain to photograph the Medical Pod.

“Ji Yilian must have used this Medical Pod earlier.”

“Get a shot of that. And over here—someone was standing here talking. The chairs are out of place.”

Watching Brother Sheng frantically search the lounge for clues like a madman, his assistant, Xiaotong, shook his head.

“I’m not writing this article. If you want it done, write it yourself.”

Xiaotong rarely stood his ground.

Brother Sheng clicked his tongue. “Such a golden opportunity to rise to fame together, and you’re throwing it away. Don’t blame me later for not giving you a leg up.”

Xiaotong shook his head, refusing to engage.

Yan Liu, who had just returned home and taken a hot bath, was unaware that she would face a storm of questioning the next day.

Washing herself clean and fragrant before sinking into bed was one of the greatest joys in the world.

The day’s fatigue and worries were now completely forgotten.

She let herself sink into the covers, nuzzled the pillow, and began to ponder what she should do tomorrow.

Her next match had been scheduled for the day after tomorrow.

She had stumbled into the preliminary rounds by sheer luck, though her victory might have been a fluke.

Still, a cat that catches mice is a good cat, right?

When Yan Liu woke up, her first instinct was to reach for her phone to check the time.

Her hand groped the empty space beside the pillow.

Then she remembered: Oh, right, I’ve transmigrated.

It had been less than a week since her arrival, and the muscle memory from her old life hadn’t completely faded. Must check phone first thing in the morning, waaaah!

But after glancing at the Smart Brain on her wrist, her mood quickly stabilized.

Today’s to-do list included an item: “Complete Spiritual Power assessment.”

Oh right, that was scheduled beforehand.

Yan Liu rubbed her almond-shaped eyes, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness.

She was finally going to have her Spiritual Power assessed. She’d heard that if your Spiritual Power was exceptional at the official testing facility, you might even receive a job offer on the spot.

Yan Liu had thought it through.

Even though her account was flush with funds—all given by Ji Yilian—spending someone else’s money while trying to seduce a scumbag Alpha felt wrong.

Yan Liu wanted to crush her opponent in every dimension: personality, spirit, finances, and power.

Even if she couldn’t dominate in every aspect, she at least needed to find her own niche.

Otherwise, she’d just become a little golden canary in others’ eyes.

Absolutely not.

As she stepped outside, Yan Liu even glanced furtively at the gate.

Good. The familiar hovercraft wasn’t waiting outside. Ji Yilian had finally stopped blocking her way today.

Realizing her schedule was completely free today, Yan Liu even patted her chest to calm her racing heart.

The day was clear, and Yan Liu’s journey to the mental power testing facility went smoothly.

“An eighteen-year-old Omega?” The staff member glanced at the information displayed on the screen, surprised.

The facility was usually bustling with younger individuals seeking to test their Spiritual Power. By the age of eighteen, almost no one came anymore.

By then, most people’s paths were already set. Once adulthood was reached, Spiritual Power typically stabilized, with rare instances of further awakening.

The facility was busiest during the start of each academic year. After that peak, things usually quieted down as everyone settled into their routines.

Occasionally, adults would visit, mostly to obtain certificates for marriage registration.

Yan Liu’s situation was exceptionally rare.

Yan Liu nodded. “Can I get tested?”

The staff member quickly recovered from their surprise and nodded. “Of course. Please follow me.”

The process was simple. Yan Liu merely had to wear a special device.

“Now, try to summon your Spiritual Body and release your Spiritual Power. In whatever form feels natural, channel your Spiritual Power to its maximum capacity.”

“Remember those diagrams in old textbooks showing how to measure lung capacity? It’s a similar process. Just like exhaling with all your might, you need to release the greatest possible amount of Spiritual Power in one burst.”

Yan Liu, having received the explanation, immediately understood how to test her Spiritual Power.

Summoning every ounce of strength, she strained to force all the Spiritual Power from her mind outward.

The line on the machine’s screen, initially at zero, began to surge upward in a straight, rapid ascent.

The machine buzzed loudly, emitting a piercing series of beeps.

Three seconds later, the machine exploded.

The previously nonchalant staff member stared dumbfounded at the shattered testing device, then at the red-faced young woman.

“You…”

An Omega capable of overloading a testing machine could be no ordinary individual.

Her Spiritual Power must be at least S-rank, right?

“What’s going on, little sister? If your Spiritual Power is that high, you should have told me earlier! I would have used the Genius-grade testing machine…”

The staff member looked pained as he surveyed the ruined standard testing device, feeling his wallet shrink with each glance.

Yan Liu blinked.

“High Spiritual Power? Me?”

The beautiful Omega, her face barely the size of a palm and radiating harmlessness, asked softly, “Am I a Genius?”