Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 34

In the short time since Yan Liu had returned home, her Healer account had been flooded with consultation requests from various individuals.

Some even attempted to transfer funds remotely, eager to reserve healing sessions for the entire upcoming year.

And they weren’t alone.

Messages poured into Yan Liu’s account in an endless stream.

Before long, the first person who had greeted her and inquired about available slots was completely buried beneath the deluge of messages.

Yan Liu: “…”

She logged out.

She hadn’t yet decided how to handle this overwhelming influx.

Rather than taking on clients and providing healing services, shouldn’t she focus on honing her professional skills first?

Meanwhile, at Tianyi Academy, in Vice Dean Green Silk’s office, her assistant stared at the Wild Healer’s status on the Smart Brain, her eyes dimming.

“No response. She’s offline.”

Green Silk sighed.

She had known that an S-Rank Wild Healer wouldn’t be so easily snatched up.

“Keep monitoring her. It’s still a lead, however slim.”

She turned to Ji Yilian. “Remember this: stay away from that Omega. You two are on different paths.”

“Yi Lian, you need to consider that in the future, you may have to form a political marriage with the imperial nobility. How can you afford to make mistakes here?” Green Silk’s tone shifted to one of earnest concern.

The junior assistant beside them averted her gaze, trying to minimize her presence.

Sigh… Being so highly regarded by Vice Dean Green Silk—was it a blessing or a curse?

She observed Ji Yilian, noting how the occasional smiles she’d seen when Ji Yilian first entered the Academy had gradually faded, leaving her almost expressionless. In a way, she seemed to be losing her humanity.

Ji Yilian met Vice Dean Green Silk’s gaze without flinching.

“I can’t do it,” she said. After a pause, she added, “I can’t not see her.”

She had promised Yan Liu that she would help her win the competition.

This wasn’t just about yesterday’s preliminary round; there were other matches to come.

Images of Yan Liu had been haunting her mind these past two days.

Her usually placid heart now stirred with ripples whenever the name “Yan Liu” was mentioned.

There were images of Yan Liu crying, of her accusing her with tear-reddened eyes, and… of Yan Liu on the Arena, her small face flushed with determination, her almond-shaped eyes burning with fierce resolve.

Every image of Yan Liu was so vivid it made her heart pound.

Instructor Green Silk’s words had always resonated deeply with Ji Yilian, serving as her rational guide. But today, they rang hollow and grating.

She couldn’t bring herself to stay away from Yan Liu any longer. Even the thought of it filled her with inexplicable unease.

For the first time, the Eldest Disciple dared to defy her.

Green Silk was stunned. After a long pause, she lowered her voice, her eyes blazing with anger. “Have you forgotten your responsibilities?!”

“Without entering the Alliance Center, you’ll never uncover the truth.”

The final words were almost whispered through Spiritual Power, yet they carried the greatest impact.

The words “responsibility” and “truth” were inextricably linked in Ji Yilian’s mind to the mystery surrounding her parents’ deaths.

She froze, offering no further rebuttal. Her lips trembled slightly, and the flicker of emotion on her face faded, leaving her expressionless as before.

“…I understand,” she replied softly, her voice as fragile as a flame extinguished by a winter wind.

A tiny spark, snuffed out by a single gust.

Yan Liu took an afternoon nap.

When she woke up, she found a swarm of delivery robots waiting outside her door.

“You…?”

Dazed, she opened the door and stared at the ten hovering robots, nearly colliding with each other. Yan Liu felt completely disoriented, unsure of the day or time.

“Please sign for delivery!”

“Please sign for delivery!”

“Please sign for delivery!”

The robots buzzed and jostled, each vying for her attention, practically shoving their way to the front.

Then, with a clatter, the packages tumbled from their bellies and spilled across the floor in front of Yan Liu’s door.

How could there be so many packages?

Yan Liu stared at the mountain of parcels blocking her doorway, her mind inexplicably drifting to Ji Yilian.

Did this guy order all this stuff?

She snapped a photo with her Smart Brain and sent it directly to Ji Yilian: “?”

A reply came almost immediately.

“For training.”

The tone was icy, terse, as if unwilling to waste a single word.

Yan Liu blinked, then resignedly began dragging the packages inside.

I’m going to see exactly what’s in all this!

Half an hour later, after tearing through every package in one go, Yan Liu straightened up and let out a long sigh.

What kind of hellish “Three Years of National College Entrance Examination, Five Years of Mock Tests” package is this?

Oh, the package was full of training gear, quick-acting medicine for both external and internal use, a compact medical scanner, and so on.

Basically, everything related to the competition.

“Here’s information on your next opponent,” Ji Yilian messaged, sending a video compilation.

Yan Liu opened it on her Smart Brain and found it contained various combat records of her next opponent.

The compilation detailed the opponent’s fighting style, preferences, commonly used skills, weaknesses…

To be honest, Yan Liu suddenly felt like Ji Yilian was raising her to compete.

The scumbag Alpha had suddenly transformed into a doting parent, meticulously buying her everything she needed and urging her to study, study, study…

Yan Liu nearly shrank two inches into the ground.

“Why are you helping me like this?” she asked, staring at her Smart Brain.

Ji Yilian replied, “Don’t you want to win?”

Those four simple words ignited Yan Liu’s competitive spirit.

Yes, I do want to win.

She just hadn’t expected Ji Yilian to go to such lengths to help her when she got serious.

Suddenly, Yan Liu felt a sense of reliability from someone.

Though she knew she shouldn’t feel this way.

Yan Liu splashed cold water on her face, patted her cheeks, and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her face looked refined, her skin noticeably fairer. She pursed her lips.

“Yan Liu, remember who you are and why you’re here.”

The cold water jolted her awake, clearing her mind instantly.

She returned to the table and casually sketched a profile.

To conquer Ji Yilian, she needed to capture her attention and concern while also stirring her emotions.

This was the main quest.

But Yan Liu had no intention of following that path.

Her self-imposed main quest was to use the identity of “Yan Liu” to climb as high as possible.

Without power, even her most sincere emotional investments would be ignored.

She refused to pursue such a conquest mission.

She would remain Yan Liu, but the person she was meant to conquer would be drawn to her naturally.

Yan Liu meticulously recorded Ji Yilian’s recent behavior, using letters to represent each instance.

She noticed a recurring pattern in Ji Yilian’s actions.

Sometimes she was kind, and other times she suddenly withdrew, almost as if she were trying to disappear.

For example, today she suddenly stopped blocking the door, and her words turned cold and distant again.

This stark contrast easily made Yan Liu doubt herself, wondering if she had done something wrong.

Why else would Ji Yilian be so inconsistent?

Yan Liu suddenly realized the truth.

This was undoubtedly another tactic the scumbag Alpha used to manipulate her.

Once she understood this, Yan Liu stopped dwelling on Ji Yilian’s erratic behavior.

No matter what happened, she needed to remember one thing: control her own focus. She could feign some reaction on the surface to play along with Ji Yilian’s act, but deep down, she couldn’t let her emotions waver even slightly.

After all, she still needed to extract herself from this world in the future.

Following the training materials she had received at the mental power testing facility, Yan Liu practiced controlling her Spiritual Power.

As expected, now that she had assumed the identity of a Healer, manipulating her Spiritual Power became increasingly effortless.

She could freely extend and stretch her Spiritual Power into various faint, almost imperceptible states, shifting between them at will.

Yan Liu felt like she had acquired a new toy, thoroughly enjoying playing with it alone.

Her Smart Brain then notified her of an incoming message.

Upon opening it, she discovered it was from the staff member she had met earlier.

“Ms. Yan, I’m terribly sorry to disturb you at this hour,” the staff member’s message read, her tone clearly anxious.

Yan Liu, who had a favorable impression of the staff member, replied, “It’s no trouble at all. What’s the matter?”

The staff member asked, “Would you be willing to take on a healing consultation?”

As she typed, the staff member wiped cold sweat from her forehead, her peripheral vision darting to the blonde woman waiting beside her for the conversation to end.

This Alpha with Mental Power Level A or higher possessed an overwhelming presence.

Having likely slaughtered countless Insectoids in the Abyss, her aura radiated intense aggression.

The client’s condition seemed dire. When she had entered earlier, wisps of Spiritual Power had leaked from her, causing tremors in the room.

If the staff hadn’t been dealing with an absolute powerhouse, they would never have dared to meddle in such matchmaking, proactively contacting an S-Class Healer.

It was only because they knew the newly promoted S-Class Healer was actually a naive and innocent eighteen-year-old Omega, not the type to easily anger, that they mustered the courage to take this initiative.

Hearing the staff member’s words, Yan Liu was surprised.

“But I have no experience yet. I haven’t even completed my formal training.”

It was only then that she realized the immense market demand for S-Class Healers in this world.

In less than a day, so many people had already sought her out.

“Here’s the situation: a distinguished guest has approached us, inquiring whether you accept healing requests. You can set your fees as you wish. All we ask is that you make time to meet them and see if your healing is effective.”

The staff member repeated, smiling apologetically.

Yan Liu hesitated. “Could I have some time to consider?”

Without a moment’s pause, the staff member replied, “Of course. How about this? I’ll send you the distinguished guest’s information first. If you feel it’s a good fit, you can contact them directly.”

Yan Liu thought for a moment and agreed.

Three minutes later, as she stared at the two names the staff member had sent, Yan Liu fell silent when she recognized one of them all too well.

Ji Yilian.

Was Ji Yilian about to become her first healing client?