Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 9

Bess stood at a distance, arms crossed, watching the figures of Ji Yilian and Yan Liu. She shook her head repeatedly.

Ji Yilian clearly treated Yan Liu differently. Bess had finally figured out what felt off.

With this realization, she had even gone out of her way to investigate, discovering that Ji Yilian and Yan Liu had known each other since childhood. They had even relied on each other for survival during a period of their lives.

It was only after Ji Yilian awakened her Spiritual Body that she moved away from their old home, gradually reducing her contact with Yan Liu.

“Where did you retrieve this information?” Bess asked the butler-like figure standing before her.

The male Beta replied respectfully, “From an encrypted information system not publicly accessible. I had to use special authorization to access it.”

Thus, to outsiders, it was known only that Yan Liu and Ji Yilian had known each other in their youth, but the extent of their relationship remained a mystery.

Bess stroked her chin thoughtfully. “Something feels off.”

The butler asked curiously, “Does Miss have other matters she wishes to investigate?”

Bess shook her head. “Never mind. It’s nothing. You may return to your duties.”

Whether it feels off or not, it doesn’t matter. Yan Liu and Ji Yilian’s history is in the past.

What matters is the present, not the past.

With this thought, Bess turned and walked back toward Yan Liu and Ji Yilian.

This time, Ji Yilian said nothing. She simply lowered her eyes, calmly accepted the Smart Brain Yan Liu returned, wordlessly slipped it onto her wrist, and turned to leave in silence.

Tall and long-legged, Ji Yilian carried herself with an innate elegance, as if she possessed a natural aura of grace. Even after being rejected, she showed no signs of defeat.

She moved like… a retiring white swan taking her final bow.

Yan Liu stared at her empty palm, letting her hand fall to her side and clench into a fist. A rare mix of emotions stirred within her.

“Hey, are you okay, Little Sweet O?” Bess asked.

Yan Liu glanced up, her gaze briefly meeting Bess’s. A faint curve appeared at the corner of her lips.

“Do I look unwell?”

“You don’t exactly look radiant. You seem malnourished, which is really worrying.”

Bess suggested, “Once the specific match times are announced and your schedule is released, you should leave right away.”

She offered a suggestion: “Staying here won’t do you much good anyway. Why don’t I help you practice your Spiritual Power? We can find a quiet place outside, and you can ask me any questions you have. I’ll explain everything.”

When she said this, she wasn’t entirely motivated by a selfish desire to spend time alone with Little Sweet O.

After all, the Arena Competition was a lengthy process. The preliminary rounds alone would last five days, leaving plenty of downtime between her own matches.

Both the most promising prodigies and the least hopeful competitors often only participated in their assigned matches.

Yan Liu’s eyes flickered with newfound inspiration.

“Thank you,” she said.

She couldn’t rely on Bess’s Smart Brain forever. If she could quickly grasp some practical Spiritual Power techniques and start using them effectively, that would be far better.

Seeing her agree, Bess’s emerald eyes lit up with amusement.

“Finally, Little Sweet O, you’re not rejecting me anymore.”

Yan Liu pressed her lips together and blinked. “I have a name, Bess. Please call me Yan Liu.”

Should I be grateful? she wondered. After transmigrating, she discovered that her original name, Yan Liu, remained unchanged in this world. She didn’t have to adjust to a new identity.

“Constantly saying ‘Little Sweet O’ will make you seem like a fickle scumbag A,” Yan Liu warned.

Bess spread her hands. “Oh, you misunderstand me, Yan Liu. I only call you that. Besides… I’m actually a very good marriage match. If you got to know me better, you’d gradually discover my many virtues.”

After saying this, Bess even chuckled to herself.

She possessed a strikingly vibrant appearance, her features radiating a passionate, unrestrained beauty. When she smiled, her eyes sparkled with life.

But Yan Liu merely glanced at her before quickly shifting her attention elsewhere.

Her mission was singular: to conquer—no, to tame the scumbag A black moonlight.

Ji Yilian was the sole target of her transmigrated conquest.

With her objective firmly in mind, Yan Liu followed Bess out of the competition arena.

Both of their preliminary matches were scheduled for the third day, and the rosters had already been released. This meant Yan Liu had two more days to train privately, ensuring she could at least put on a decent performance when she stood in the Arena on match day, rather than appearing completely clueless and losing decisively.

As the two women departed, someone who had been sitting rigidly in the waiting area suddenly stood up.

Yan Liu returned home.

Her home in this small world.

The faded old house was tucked away on an upper floor, utterly lacking the sleek, futuristic feel of the streets near the Academy. It felt like stepping into a completely different world.

The style of the house reminded her of the world she had lived in before her transmigration.

As she climbed the stairs, she noticed the peeling paint on the walls. The plaster had crumbled away, revealing the weathered marks of time.

Since transmigrating, this was the first time Yan Liu felt a genuine sense of reality.

She ran her hand along the wall, feeling its rough texture and inevitably getting a bit of dust on her fingers.

She stared at the dust for a moment, then let out a soft sigh.

This old house was a relic of the Interstellar Era, a relic discarded by the march of progress.

Few people still lived here; Yan Liu was one of the few remaining residents.

Reaching the third floor, she paused before fumbling with the fingerprint scanner for what felt like an eternity before the door finally unlocked. Her eyes curved into a smile.

Thank goodness it wasn’t a keypad lock, she thought. I wouldn’t have remembered the code.

If she couldn’t even get through this door, she’d likely be spending the night on the streets.

Hungry.

The moment she stepped inside, her stomach began to rumble.

Yan Liu, who had been on edge all day, finally allowed herself to relax.

She disliked overly high-tech places. They felt alien and distant, forcing her to constantly maintain the facade of a competent Strategy Host.

In truth, Yan Liu wasn’t good at any of this.

She was only doing it to survive.

Leaning against the simple, worn furniture in her small two-bedroom apartment—an old house inherited from the Original Host’s parents—she let herself fall into silence, allowing herself a moment of calm.

Throughout the day at the Arena Competition, whether it was absorbing the original plot, choosing to drink the Talent Potion, teaming up with Bess, or asking for advice on training her Spiritual Power, every action had been an instinctive act of self-preservation.

Even now, Yan Liu hadn’t fully adjusted to this world.

As an intruder in this small world, she pressed a hand to her chest and realized her heart was beating more fiercely, its rhythm more frantic than before.

She sat down, grabbed a piece of paper, and began doodling with a pen.

Yan Liu.

She drew a small figure on the paper. In this world, Yan Liu was utterly destitute—truly, completely without anything.

No parents, no relatives, no…

On the paper, she wrote the three characters “Ji Yilian,” trying to regain her composure.

Click.

The sound of a door opening and closing startled Yan Liu. She instinctively stood up and whispered, “Who’s there?”

The familiar figure that came into view answered her: Ji Yilian.

“How did you get in?” Yan Liu asked, completely bewildered. She walked over and glanced at the already closed door.

Was the password lock left by the Original Host’s parents really this flimsy? Could anyone just waltz in?

If that’s the case, staying here at night would be utterly unsafe.

Ji Yilian took a deep breath, her brow furrowing as she observed Yan Liu’s unwelcoming, even slightly panicked reaction to her arrival.

“Yan Liu,” she said, “you registered my fingerprint in the system, remember?”

Yan Liu’s words froze mid-sentence, and she dared not utter another sound.

Really?

Did the Original Host even register Ji Yilian’s fingerprints in the System?

Silence became the dominant theme of the evening.

As dusk deepened outside, casting the room into near-darkness, Yan Liu groped for the wall and flipped on the old-fashioned electric lamp.

A warm, yellow glow instantly bathed the small room.

Ji Yilian’s gaze fell upon the crumpled paper lying on the table—the one Yan Liu had scribbled on, even writing the name “Ji Yilian” across it.

The moment Ji Yilian’s eyes landed on the paper, alarm bells blared in Yan Liu’s mind. She swiftly moved to block the table.

“You…”

With her hand behind her back, she crumpled the paper into a ball, wishing she could swallow it whole right then and there.

Who could have predicted Ji Yilian would suddenly show up at home?!

“What are you doing here?” she asked, trying to steady herself. Her voice sounded like a startled kitten, both frightened and flustered.

Ji Yilian stared at her without speaking, her deep, dark eyes revealing a flicker of unfathomable emotion.

Her slender figure slowly approached, an overwhelming sense of pressure washing over Yan Liu.

Yan Liu felt her skin prickle as Ji Yilian drew closer, instinctively reaching out to push her away.

“Ji Yilian, you—”

The petite oemga was enveloped in the embrace of an elegant, feline-like alpha. The alpha’s sharp teeth nipped at the delicate skin of Yan Liu’s neck.

“Yan Liu,” Ji Yilian said, gripping Yan Liu’s arm. A faint, almost imperceptible hint of bewilderment flickered across her refined yet cold face.

“Why does your pheromone smell so… fragrant?”

Ji Yilian, who had never shown any interest in Omegas before, even pursed her lips slightly, savoring the lingering scent from her brief bite of the vulnerable Omega. She felt a thrill coursing through her, almost to the point of trembling.

Only her immense self-control had prevented her from truly sinking her teeth in.

Yan Liu’s scent was intoxicating.

Ever since Yan Liu had appeared before the Arena Competition stage, after drinking the Talent Potion and awakening her Spiritual Body, that alluring fragrance had been relentlessly drawing Ji Yilian in.

It had driven her to follow Yan Liu back here, as if in a daze.

—To this house she hadn’t set foot in for ages.