Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 59

After all, even without receiving Healing, she had already developed special feelings for Yan Liu.

This thought flashed through her mind for only an instant before Ji Yilian swiftly banished it.

She disliked speculating or dwelling on pointless hypotheticals.

To some extent, Ji Yilian had to admit she was a rationalist bordering on realism.

Yet when it came to Yan Liu, she found herself unable to control herself, as if bewitched.

Now, the Mu Mao Healer whom her Mentor had gone to great lengths to contact stood before her, asking why she refused Healing.

Ji Yilian didn’t conceal her true thoughts.

“I apologize,” she said, her voice cool and polite, but lacking the excessive enthusiasm of Instructor Green Silk, which had seemed to compromise her sincerity.

Yan Liu stood frozen, watching Ji Yilian turn and leave, her retreating figure almost graceful in its decisiveness.

Before she could fully process what was happening, Yan Liu blurted out, “Wait!”

Realizing her tone had been too urgent, she forced herself to soften her voice. When Ji Yilian turned back to look at her, Yan Liu lowered her voice and said, with her hands clasped behind her back,

“The rule here is simple: if you make an appointment, you must undergo Healing. Otherwise, you’re damaging my reputation.”

“Or would you prefer I refuse both you and your Mentor entry?”

Wow, wow, wow, Yan Liu thought, striking a boss-like pose with her hands behind her back. She suddenly realized she resembled a stereotypical villain, threatening the protagonist with something they cared about to force them to comply.

How wicked!

Ji Yilian clearly cared about Instructor Green Silk receiving treatment. Her brow furrowed, and her overly radiant face immediately became animated, no longer resembling a cold, two-dimensional character due to her earlier lack of emotion.

Seeing her waver, Yan Liu strode over and met her gaze.

“Consider it carefully. I’ll give you one minute to decide right here.”

Deep down, Yan Liu was worried Ji Yilian might say “no” and simply walk away. After all, her initial reason for accepting Instructor Green Silk’s Healing request had been Ji Yilian herself.

If the protagonist leaves, what’s the point?

The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze into an unnatural stillness.

Yan Liu’s breathing faltered for a moment.

Sensing her wavering confidence, Little Nugget, already in his Second Form, deliberately moved to stand behind Yan Liu.

The sight of Little Nugget immediately bolstered Yan Liu’s confidence.

At least when it came to playing the role of an S-Class Healer, she felt no fear.

Ji Yilian fixed her gaze on Yan Liu. “Have we met before, Lord Mu Mao?”

Her words were crisp and clear, but her voice was icy. When she spoke the title “Lord Mu Mao,” Yan Liu’s heart skipped a beat, a sudden, irrational fear that the other woman had seen through her.

But then she remembered: she was wearing the mask today, and Little Nugget, who looked incredibly powerful, stood behind her. Even if she were standing before her grandfather, he wouldn’t recognize her.

With this thought, Yan Liu swiftly regained her composure, lifting her chin high.

“Have you made up your mind?”

She walked to the side and sat down.

As she extended her hand, Little Nugget immediately opened its mechanical abdomen and used a robotic arm to present her with a steaming cup of coffee.

Its massive frame wasn’t just for show. The interior was designed with ample space to store items its Master might need while traveling.

In some ways, the Bionic Mecha Butler was like a simplified version of Doraemon, capable of transforming into a Mechanical Giant for combat in critical moments.

No wonder so many in the Alliance coveted it, yet lacked the qualifications to purchase one.

Ji Yilian’s attention, however, wasn’t on the Mecha Butler.

She had faced Insectoids in the Abyss far more terrifying and oppressive than this machine. Why would she fear a non-hostile Mecha Butler?

Rather than seeing the Mu Mao Healer’s possession of this coveted Mecha Butler as a display of status, it seemed more like…

Ji Yilian sensed a subtle timidity beneath the Healer’s haughty demeanor, like a child venturing out for the first time, lacking confidence. The Mecha Butler stood behind him, offering support and bolstering his courage.

This reminded Ji Yilian of a certain Omega.

That Omega had clearly noticed the dolphins’ strange behavior at the underwater restaurant but lacked the courage to speak up. Instead, she had gazed at Ji Yilian, standing beside her, waiting for her to provide the support needed to reveal the truth.

Realizing her thoughts were drifting back to Yan Liu, Ji Yilian sighed inwardly.

Memories of Yan Liu were surfacing with increasing frequency, even at inappropriate times.

Regardless, the Mu Mao Healer before her represented Instructor Green Silk’s only hope for recovering her Spiritual Body.

She couldn’t let her personal actions jeopardize Instructor Green Silk’s recovery.

With this thought, Ji Yilian walked back to Yan Liu’s side.

Through her mask, she gazed into the Healer’s eyes, focusing her mind to eliminate distractions. “Alright,” she said, “let’s begin the healing. Please minimize any impact on my Spiritual Body.”

She repeated her request.

Despite being in a position of needing help, Ji Yilian maintained an air of dignified composure. This only made Yan Liu respect her even more.

Yan Liu watched Ji Yilian sit down beside her, forgetting all about her coffee. She froze for a moment, stunned.

How could Ji Yilian so effortlessly regain control of the situation?

And without even trying?

Behind her mask, Yan Liu ground her teeth, feeling a surge of frustration and resentment.

Hmph.

She strode up to Ji Yilian, their masked faces nearly touching, and suddenly declared, “Not here. Come to the healing room.”

There was a specialized healing room inside.

With that, Yan Liu turned and walked away.

She noticed after a moment that the person behind her had paused briefly before following.

Yan Liu rubbed her hands together, her excitement growing.

The more Ji Yilian resisted having her Spiritual Body healed, the more Yan Liu anticipated it.

The two women sat down, leaning against a large medical table. Yan Liu pursed her red lips and said to Ji Yilian, “Take off your clothes.”

Ji Yilian didn’t move.

Even seated, her tall, slender figure exuded an air of dignity. Her waist was slender yet strong, her back ramrod straight, and her unwavering spirit shone so brightly that the entire room seemed unable to contain her.

She raised her gaze to meet Yan Liu’s.

“I don’t recall any step in the healing procedure that requires me to undress.”

Ji Yilian had turned the tables, even narrowing her phoenix eyes as if suddenly questioning the Mu Mao Healer’s professionalism.

Yan Liu immediately felt a pang of guilt.

There was never any such step in the procedure.

She had only said it to tease Ji Yilian and gauge her reaction.

She hadn’t expected Ji Yilian to be so sharp, cutting straight to the truth and leaving her feeling rather exposed.

“You’re right. This is my first healing assignment. To be precise, you’re my first healing subject,” Yan Liu admitted truthfully.

After all, Ji Yilian would inevitably discover her inexperience sooner or later. It was better to be honest from the start.

Yan Liu gestured for Ji Yilian to extend her hand.

“I need to examine your Spiritual Body to assess its current condition. Please don’t resist with your Spiritual Power,” she warned in advance.

Yan Liu had studied the training materials for Healing Alphas and even practiced in holographic simulations, so she wasn’t completely clueless.

She carried herself with a practiced air of competence.

Ji Yilian remained silent, extending her hand. But the downward cast of her eyes betrayed her discomfort with physical contact.

When Yan Liu’s gloved hand touched Ji Yilian’s palm, the Alpha Warrior’s entire aura seemed to chill, her displeasure palpable.

This was a stark contrast to her private interactions with Yan Liu, where she had seemed almost desperate for physical intimacy, as if suffering from skin hunger. It was like dealing with two entirely different people.

Yan Liu closed her eyes, released her Spiritual Power, and swiftly probed along Ji Yilian’s arm toward her core.

What she discovered made her gasp.

Her eyes flew open in shock as she stared blankly at Ji Yilian.

The Spiritual Body within Ji Yilian’s mind was almost completely shattered, riddled with cracks and fissures. Only a crystalline fragment of its original form remained.

No wonder… No wonder Ji Yilian’s old injuries had flared up so easily during their brief clash in the Arena, triggered by Yan Liu’s minimal Spiritual Power attack.

The woman was genuinely injured.

But the severity of the damage meant Ji Yilian might be crippled for life. Yet she showed no hint of this on her face.

Doesn’t she realize the gravity of her condition? Yan Liu felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

Unbeknownst to her, Ji Yilian’s inner turmoil far surpassed Yan Liu’s emotional upheaval. Her reaction was even more intense.

However, Ji Yilian had always been adept at controlling her emotions, never betraying the slightest hint of her inner state to outsiders.

The moment the Mu Mao Healer’s Spiritual Power entered her body, her Spiritual Body began to tremble violently, even transmitting an overwhelming sense of longing.

This sensation felt eerily familiar.

Ji Yilian had experienced this same powerful attraction before, when she was with Yan Liu.

Lost as if in a trance, she had done many things for Yan Liu.

Could it all have been due to the pull of their Spiritual Power?

Ji Yilian’s face flushed crimson, then paled. She fought to suppress her Spiritual Body’s instinctive tremors, clenching her teeth so hard they nearly cracked.

She sat rigidly upright, her posture still perfect, yet she gave the impression of someone on the verge of snapping from the strain.

As soon as the Healer withdrew his Spiritual Power, Ji Yilian practically leaped to her feet, blurting out as if jolted by electricity:

“It’s no use. No need for further Healing. Our Spiritual Power compatibility is incompatible.”

This was a common occurrence.

Not every Healer can perfectly synchronize with the Spiritual Bodies of all Alpha Warriors.

This is precisely why high-level Healers are so sought after, yet nearly impossible to find.

Their superior rank means that even if their compatibility is imperfect, they can compensate to some extent through sheer Spiritual Power.

Yan Liu’s attention snapped back.

She blinked and instinctively reached out to grab Ji Yilian’s arm.

“Wait. Who said our compatibility is poor?”

Ji Yilian’s gaze fell to Yan Liu’s hand gripping her arm, her expression unreadable—neither sharp nor indifferent. Yan Liu’s small hand flinched, and she quickly withdrew it.

“My point is, you’re dismissing me before I’ve even begun the Healing. This casts doubt on my professional competence.”

Ji Yilian remained silent.

The Healer Mu Mao’s earlier gesture of grabbing her arm inexplicably reminded her of someone else.

Someone who would also instinctively reach out to her, only to shrink back to the edges when she looked over, as if she were some man-eating beast.

Ji Yilian subtly raised an eyebrow.

“Master Mu Mao, I never doubted your professional competence. You are an S-Rank Healer, beyond question.”

Her voice remained calm, her face betraying no emotion whatsoever.

Yan Liu felt a pang of guilt, inexplicably sensing that Ji Yilian was mocking her.

“Then why did you say we weren’t compatible?” Yan Liu snapped, her anger rising. She desperately wanted to put her hands on her hips, but remembering that such a gesture seemed unbecoming of a Healer, she restrained herself.

“That was my mistake,” Ji Yilian replied, her tone softening slightly, her explanation now more reasonable. “But as you can see, my situation is… complicated. I don’t want to waste your time.”

Yan Liu glared at her, suddenly feeling outmatched in this verbal sparring. She was clearly losing ground to Ji Yilian.

Hmph, time for a change of tactics. First, courtesy; then, force.

Without a word, Yan Liu flicked her left hand—a prearranged signal for Little Nugget. The moment she made the gesture, Little Nugget would seize Ji Yilian.

In its Second Form, the Mecha Butler appeared massive, nearly three meters tall and so bulky it seemed clumsy. Yet when combat began, its movements were as swift as a hurricane.

Yan Liu’s vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, she saw Little Nugget’s mechanical arm had already seized Ji Yilian.

The latter seemed to have reacted too late, trapped by the mechanical arm. She cast Yan Liu a puzzled glance, as if asking, “What are you doing?”

Yan Liu’s face flushed under her mask, but she maintained her composure.

“If you won’t cooperate, I have no choice but to resort to… other methods,” she declared solemnly.

She hadn’t wanted to do this, but Ji Yilian’s refusal to cooperate had left her no choice. She couldn’t continue playing the role of the Healer.

With her small face tense, Yan Liu, still masked, strode menacingly toward the restrained Ji Yilian. Tilting her head upward, she enunciated each word with deliberate emphasis:

“Since you’ve come to my territory, don’t even think about leaving so easily. Whether you beg or curse me, you will receive my Healing today.”

“Even if I have to tie you up, you’ll stay here until the Healing is complete. Understand?”

Wasn’t that incredibly commanding?

Wow, wow, wow! Yan Liu almost wished she could record this moment to replay later.

No time for savoring the moment.

To avoid ruining the carefully cultivated atmosphere, Yan Liu seized the opportunity to stand on tiptoe, closing the height gap between herself and Ji Yilian.

Ji Yilian’s expression remained utterly calm, regarding Yan Liu as if she were a naive kitten or puppy, utterly incapable of evoking the desired reaction.

This stung Yan Liu’s pride deeply.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” she demanded.

Reaching out with her gloved hand, she patted the S-Class Alpha’s cheek, feeling every bit like a villainous seducer.

But it felt so good.

Ji Yilian turned her head slightly, and Yan Liu’s hand followed, giving her cheek a playful pinch.

As the Bionic Mecha Butler’s bodyguard form, Little Nugget possessed overwhelming combat power, far beyond human resistance. It had firmly restrained Ji Yilian’s limbs, leaving her helpless to do anything but glare coldly at the aloof Mu Mao Healer who dared to tease her.