Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 7

When Yan Liu returned to her corner, Bess leaned in, her face filled with disbelief.

“Magic, Yan Liu, you must have magic,” she murmured to herself, sensing an air of mystery surrounding the other woman.

Who is she? Bess wondered. An 18-year-old Omega who awakened her Spiritual Body right before the competition, squeezing into their world at the last moment.

Rejected by the team for the group matches, yet drawn to compete against Ji Yilian in the individual rounds.

What are the odds of such a connection? It was a coincidence so improbable it defied belief.

Most crucially, Bess had noticed something special between Ji Yilian and Yan Liu.

Not only had Ji Yilian insisted on having Yan Liu on her team for the group matches, but she had even accepted the lottery slip Yan Liu handed her.

Just like that?

What about her germophobia? Where did the boss’s obsession with cleanliness go?

And allowing Yan Liu to stand so close? No one had ever managed that before.

Yan Liu always responded to Bess’s familiarity with a calm indifference, showing none of the shyness or affection other Omegas might display when approached.

“Bess,” Yan Liu asked, taking the initiative, “do you have any tips for using Spiritual Power offensively?”

The sudden seriousness of the question pulled Bess’s attention back. She didn’t quite understand.

“You’re not planning to learn on the fly, are you?”

Yan Liu’s lips curved into a smile, her almond-shaped eyes radiating the pure innocence of a white gardenia. Her refreshing aura made you want to agree to anything she asked.

“Exactly! The Alliance’s courses are too expensive. I can’t afford them right now.”

Having grown up an orphan, Yan Liu didn’t even own proper protective gear.

Everyone else wore Smart Brains for communication, entertainment, and even training.

Poor Yan Liu was penniless and only had the malnourished body of her original host to show for it.

If she entered the competition like this, she’d be annihilated without a trace.

No wonder the original host had refused to drink the Talent Potion, choosing instead to save it for Ji Yilian.

The greater the sunk cost invested in a course of action, the more difficult it becomes to change direction and seek alternative paths.

Facing the reality of being far behind everyone else—starting from the bottom of a ten-thousand-foot cliff—required immense mental fortitude.

Yan Liu’s Spiritual Body had awakened now because her soul had been sent by the System, making her Spiritual Body fundamentally different from the original host’s.

Every choice she made now was based on strategizing with the resources she currently possessed.

Only by gaining attention during the live broadcast of the Arena Competition could she leverage that attention to secure assistance.

Like Bess, for example.

If Yan Liu hadn’t acted in a way that caught Bess’s eye and piqued her interest, Bess, a prodigy among prodigies, would never have offered her help and investment without a reason.

When Yan Liu asked to borrow the “Spiritual Power Attack Techniques,” Bess paused for a moment, then smiled with amusement.

“You want to borrow that, huh? Of course, you can… but Little Sweet O, how do you plan to repay me later?”

Bess had no intention of making a losing investment.

During the previous Alliance Academy Arena Competition, others saw her blunder—deliberately going easy on other Omegas, resulting in only seventh place—but she knew the truth was more nuanced.

She only did what she was determined to do, ensuring she would have no regrets.

Yan Liu met Bess’s gaze for a moment before lowering her eyes.

“I might not be able to repay you. You don’t have to lend it to me.”

With that, she turned and quietly sat down in the contestant area, closing her eyes to focus on manipulating her Spiritual Body.

Even if you’ve never eaten pork, you’ve seen a pig run. Before transmigrating, Yan Liu had read countless cultivation novels. She wondered if the Spiritual Body could be somewhat analogous to the divine sense described in those stories.

As she closed her eyes, attempting to manipulate the formless Spiritual Body within her mind, Bess leaned in again, lowering her posture and sighing helplessly.

“Little Sweet O, you may look sweet, but you’ve got quite the temper. Turning your head away after just one sentence?”

Bess removed her Smartwatch and handed it to Yan Liu.

“I’ve organized some information in there. Take a look.”

Bess had noticed Yan Liu’s utter lack of possessions—her wrists were completely bare, not even sporting the most basic Smart Brain. She couldn’t imagine how Yan Liu had survived this long.

Sigh. Well, since she’d bumped into her and found Yan Liu pleasing to the eye, she couldn’t resist doing a little unprofitable favor to help her out.

“Thank you,” Yan Liu said, opening her eyes and looking at Bess with sincere gratitude.

No one was obligated to help her, but if they did, she would remember it deeply.

“Someday, when I can repay you, I will. I’ll remember this favor.”

Her voice softened, and her eyes, framed by thick lashes, made it easy to believe her sincerity.

Bess stared into those eyes, captivated by the overly earnest and refined Omega. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Ahem, are you sure you don’t need me to take care of you?”

So alluring… This Little Sweet O possessed an indescribable charm, a magnetic pull that tugged at the heartstrings.

Only someone like Ji Yilian could remain unmoved by her, Bess thought.

Thinking of Ji Yilian, Bess casually glanced at her former rival. Her gaze froze.

Ji Yilian’s cold eyes were fixed on Bess and Yan Liu.

Ji Yilian had always possessed a cool, aloof beauty, her aura radiating an unattainable elegance and pride. This noble bearing stemmed from her inner strength, a natural emanation unrelated to her background, as if it were innate.

When she focused her gaze in a particular direction, her stare seemed to materialize into palpable pressure.

Bess could almost feel every hair on her body stand on end, the sensation that intense.

“Good heavens, Little Sweet O, are you sure you and Ji Yilian don’t have some history?”

Why did Ji Yilian’s glare feel like a threat, as if Bess had trespassed on the alpha wolf’s territory and touched its prey?

Yan Liu was engrossed in the Smart Brain Bess had handed her, studying the techniques for using Spiritual Power in combat. Multitasking between reading and listening to the conversation, she answered questions almost reflexively.

“A story? No, she’s more like a half-ex-wife.”

The casual remark was enough to convince Bess.

“Really?!”

Startled by Bess’s intense reaction, Yan Liu pulled her attention away from the Smart Brain and glanced around the room. Her first instinct was to look at Ji Yilian.

But Ji Yilian’s gaze had already shifted, no longer fixed on them as it had been moments before.

Puzzled by Bess’s overreaction, Yan Liu smiled and asked, “I was just joking. Don’t take it seriously.”

“If Ji Yilian and I really had a ‘story,’ I wouldn’t be in such a miserable state, right?”

She forced a smile, and Bess stared, momentarily mesmerized.

What is it about this Little Sweet O? Bess wondered. She has this mysterious aura that makes you want to dive deeper and understand her better.

As an S-Class Alpha, Ji Yilian possessed exceptionally sharp senses, both in Spiritual Power and hearing. Even at a distance from Yan Liu, she didn’t need to look up again to remain aware of the conversation.

Yet she still caught the key phrase: I’m her half-ex-wife.

Ji Yilian’s brow twitched, her usually pale complexion flushing with a sudden, angry red.

But just as her emotions began to stir, she overheard Yan Liu and Bess saying it was all a joke.

Her heart sank again, but that subtle emotion lingered, neither rising nor falling, leaving her suddenly unable to decipher Yan Liu’s true feelings.

She hadn’t yet discarded the crumpled paper in her hand. Earlier, when the frail Omega had squeezed past her, she had asked, half-jokingly, “You’re so strong. How could I possibly win? Are you going to hold back?”

On the arena, every match was, for Ji Yilian, always a moment for prey to display their skills and earn resources.

She had never held back.

But in this moment, her mind was uncharacteristically clouded.

If I really had a history with Ji Yilian, I wouldn’t have ended up in such a miserable state, right?

Yan Liu’s words echoed relentlessly in her mind. Frowning, she abruptly stood up.

Yan Liu, studying the Spiritual Power usage techniques on her Smart Brain and asking Bess for clarification, suddenly noticed a figure stop in front of her.

A cool voice drifted down from above.

“Yan Liu.”

The delicate fingertips resting on the smartwatch paused, and Yan Liu slowly lifted her gaze.

As expected, she saw Ji Yilian’s eternally unchanging ice-cold face.

Beautiful, yes, but devoid of emotion, lacking the warmth that draws people closer.

This wasn’t Yan Liu’s type at all.

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a fox-like smile.

“What is it, Ji Yilian?”

Ji Yilian’s gaze fell on the smartwatch Yan Liu had borrowed from Bess, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“You’ve only just awakened your Spiritual Body and haven’t even been tested yet, yet you’re already casually learning other people’s Spiritual Power attack techniques.”

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds. Bess, standing nearby, felt like a glaring third wheel. What does this mean? What does this mean?

Yan Liu blinked, her almond-shaped eyes, brimming with moisture, seemed to ask: What are you trying to say?

Ji Yilian tilted her refined chin slightly, her voice calm and detached.

“I don’t want my next match opponent to suffer an accident that would give me a victory without a fight.”

Yan Liu disliked the feeling of sitting there, being looked down upon by Ji Yilian.

She stood up, only to realize she was still a head shorter than Ji Yilian.

Ha, why must Omegas be so much smaller than Alphas? she thought. When speaking face-to-face like this, it’s easy to lose your negotiating presence due to the height difference.

Though wary of Ji Yilian, her smile was sweeter than any rose.

“Then what am I supposed to do, Ji Yilian?”

Her voice rose at the end, her smile so disarmingly innocent. Her already delicate features, when observed up close, revealed a hint of vulnerability.

Ji Yilian met her gaze for a moment, pursed her lips, then wordlessly removed her Smartwatch and pressed it into Yan Liu’s hand.

“Learn.”

But don’t just copy anyone’s techniques. Learn mine.