TYMIMA Chapter 7

Lance didn’t know why he had aborted his plan.

 

Perhaps because this person had discovered his fear and, with sensitivity, didn’t want to oppress him with his Alpha status, changing the forced marking to a more acceptable exchange of bodily fluids.

 

But Lance wasn’t usually so easily moved, even though he knew that temporarily stopping a marking was also difficult for an Alpha to endure.

 

The most troublesome thing now was that this level of fluid exchange could only temporarily soothe pheromone chaos. In the coming days, they might need to exchange like this several more times.

 

No, wait!

 

The most troublesome thing now was that Zhan Pingchuan was attempting to probe his tongue past Lance’s teeth!

 

Lance was on full alert, his fingers suddenly gripping tightly. The Moth Rong Weng in his palm shrank in fear, curling into a ball and not moving.

 

He could no longer think about his poisoning plan, only feeling his cheeks flush with heat again. But this had nothing to do with the after-effects of summoning the Outer God. This heat wasn’t painful; it only made his heart beat faster.

 

How could this be?

 

Zhan Pingchuan quickly discovered that the person before him was completely ignorant about kissing, probably hadn’t even watched adult videos during adolescence.

 

How could there be such an adorable Omega in this world?

 

Zhan Pingchuan had no choice but to stroke Lance’s stiff back from top to bottom, suppressing his own desire to mark while patiently coaxing: “Open a bit more. This isn’t even considered an exchange yet.”

 

Lance opened his eyes and frowned.

 

Really?

 

So the fluid exchange soothing method described in books required inserting the tongue? Why wasn’t there a detailed explanation in the footnotes?

 

Today’s educational books were becoming increasingly formalistic.

 

He suspiciously opened his teeth a little, and indeed, the concentration of soothing pheromones increased.

 

Lance relaxed his brow in comfort, very casually giving Zhan Pingchuan more space, and even actively touched Zhan Pingchuan’s tongue with his own.

 

Not sweet, not bitter, but moist—not so hard to accept.

 

He defined this initiative as an urgency for treatment of his after-effects.

 

As the soft, warm little tongue touched his sensitive tongue tip, Zhan Pingchuan paused.

 

 

He remained motionless for a long time, finally suppressing the desire that nearly consumed his rationality.

 

Lance grew impatient and asked with unclear articulation: “What’s next?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan wanted to smile bitterly.

 

As the eldest young master of Ghost Eye Guild, he had seen countless people since childhood—the uninhibited and the naive and pure. He could remain unaffected by all of them.

 

But this type—doing uninhibited things while essentially remaining naive and pure—was truly life-threatening.

 

“Next… close your eyes.”

 

“Mm.”

 

An intense and thorough soothing session continued for a long time before ending. For the first time after summoning the Outer God, Lance slept soundly. In his dreams, there was no endless falling into the abyss, no terrifying giant creatures that made his soul tremble, only the faint bitter fragrance of gentian.

 

But Zhan Pingchuan suffered. He had to take cold showers all night to suppress his craving for the star magnolia scent.

 

Too many things had happened that day. First, Erdiff had disappeared; second, his new roommate had been bullied.

 

Who could it have been?

 

Even though Lance was F-level, he was still an Awakened. To cause such severe pheromone chaos, the perpetrator must be at least A-level. Moreover, the chaotic scratches on Lance’s neck indicated he had undergone a difficult struggle.

 

But strangely, there was no scent of another Alpha on Lance.

 

No, most importantly, Erdiff had disappeared.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s thoughts wandered until dawn, when he finally fell into a hazy sleep.

 

Early the next morning, a sharp, piercing bell rang punctually across campus. The dormitory manager, with her yellow eyeballs bulging, knocked on doors one by one: “Today there’s Dean Erdiff’s ‘Human Awakening History’ class. No one is allowed to be late!”

 

Usually, the dormitory manager wasn’t this diligent. She would sleep in even later than the students. It was only because Dean Erdiff also controlled the bonus evaluations for school staff that she was so attentive.

 

All Star University employees knew that because of his contributions in the Capital City rebellion suppression, Erdiff had become second only to the principal and the four college deans at the school.

 

Who could have imagined that twenty years ago, when Erdiff first entered the school, he was just a teaching assistant in the History Department with no chance of promotion?

 

Most students were awakened by the dormitory manager’s commotion, with a full hour still remaining before the first class.

 

Everyone grumbled, but vaguely and indirectly, not daring to speak out. After yesterday’s show of power, no one dared to offend Dean Erdiff.

 

Lance also opened his eyes. His complexion was finally not as pale as on registration day, and the scratches on his neck had begun to scab over.

 

But he still wrapped the silk ribbon around his neck before starting to put on his school uniform.

 

Star University had uniforms custom-made for students—white and gray striped short-sleeved shirts, black trousers, and navy blue suit jackets.

 

The school hadn’t asked for each student’s size, instead making standard sizes. So the uniform that was slightly short on Zhan Pingchuan was somewhat large on Lance.

 

Lance didn’t mind. He rolled up his sleeves, hiding the Moth Rong Weng in the fold of his sleeve, then faced the mirror and methodically put on a silver round-framed pair of glasses.

 

“Awake?” Zhan Pingchuan propped up his forehead, his voice carrying the bubble-like quality of fatigue and hoarseness.

 

A shrewd look flashed through Lance’s eyes, but when he turned around, he had once again become harmless-looking.

 

He adjusted the edge of his glasses frame and nodded slightly to Zhan Pingchuan: “Thank you for yesterday.”

 

“You’re welcome. I’m also not—” Zhan Pingchuan’s voice paused, as if his mind had cleared a bit.

 

Lance tilted his head in confusion: “Hmm?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan wanted to say he wasn’t willing to help just anyone, but when he looked up, he was startled: “Why are you wearing glasses?”

 

Lance, having removed his baseball cap and put on glasses, suddenly had a scholarly air, more fitting for the image of a top student.

 

Lance casually made up a reason: “I’m sensitive to strong light and wind.”

 

Actually, it was because he was a channel for the Outer God to descend to the human world. That entity occasionally peered at the human world through his eyes, so he deliberately made his eyes slightly nearsighted. This way, with glasses on, he could see clearly, while that entity would feel nauseous and sick from the blurriness and dizziness.

 

That entity still didn’t know about this, still thinking it had chosen a poorly developed channel that occasionally couldn’t see clearly.

 

Zhan Pingchuan nodded thoughtfully, but before he could carefully appreciate Lance in his neat uniform, he was distracted by a steady, formal voice in his earpiece.

 

“Young Master, awake now?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan jumped off the bed, casually grabbed his clothes, and said to Lance: “I’m going to the bathroom.”

 

He strode into the bathroom in a few long steps, raised his hand to lock the door, and made sure Lance couldn’t hear before responding: “Manager, are you meeting your KPI?”

 

“Has Erdiff been found?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why did you suddenly turn off your earpiece last night?”

 

“My roommate came back.”

 

“Is there anything suspicious about your roommate?”

 

“No, just a simple, kind-hearted, innocent, and adorable little Omega.”

 

“I don’t need adjectives.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Let’s wait a bit longer. With your show-off behavior, and being a naturally gifted spatial system S-level, Erdiff will definitely make a move again.”

 

“…Yeah.”

 

On the other side of the door, the clown’s breathless voice came through the earpiece—

 

“Young master, has a night passed? Have you poisoned him?”

 

“No.”

 

“Why was there suddenly no message last night?”

 

“Unexpected situation. Couldn’t return for now.”

 

“Is your new roommate very formidable?”

 

“Just that defenseless S-level idiot.”

 

“What a coincidence. Did you soften your heart and couldn’t bear to harm him?”

 

“Hanging up.”

 

“Hey! Serious matter—I’ve burned Erdiff’s body and sunk it in the lake, but at the Federation government’s speed, they’ll probably find it soon. Be prepared.”

 

“Mm.”

 

Their original plan was to throw Erdiff’s body on campus while updating the Black Lantern Society website, announcing it to the world to intimidate all high-and-mighty Awakened ones.

 

But because of the appearance of the Death Oath Curse, they temporarily changed their plan, delaying the Federation government’s steps in obtaining evidence.

 

As long as the Federation government couldn’t investigate Lance, this matter would be successfully overcome.

 

As for the Black Lantern Society’s base, it could never be found because it was actually under the Federation government, within one of the seven top guilds—High Tower Guild.

 

As soon as the bathroom door sounded, Lance promptly ended the call.

 

Zhan Pingchuan had already put on his uniform. The refined navy blue jacket concealed some of his wildness, and his long legs were wrapped in neatly pressed trousers, with the trouser legs reaching just to his ankles.

 

Lance’s gaze lifted slightly, inadvertently meeting the two turquoise pendants hanging from Zhan Pingchuan’s earlobe. The image of him holding the pendants in his lips and breathing on them the night before flashed through his mind.

 

Lance discreetly shifted his gaze and displayed an innocent smile: “Shall we go together?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan replied matter-of-factly: “Of course.”

 

Otherwise, which malicious little bastard Alpha would bully you with their pheromones?

 

As they opened the door, the clamor immediately became clearer. The dormitory corridor was already full of students, yawning and chatting while wearing the uniforms of different colleges.

 

Star University had established four major colleges: the Mechanical Armament and Auxiliary Combat College, the Biochemistry and Medical College, the Attribute Research and History College, and the Underground City Practical Combat and Mining College.

 

The Mechanical College’s uniform was blue, the Biochemistry College’s was red, the Attribute College’s was yellow, and the Underground City College’s was gray-white.

 

Both Zhan Pingchuan and Lance were students of the Underground City College, except Zhan Pingchuan was in the Practical Combat Department, while Lance was in the Mining Department.

 

“Hey, did you smell an Omega pheromone scent last night?”

 

“You’re going crazy thinking about Omegas.”

 

“No, I really smelled it.”

 

“Perhaps some dormitory couldn’t hold back, haha.”

 

“Seriously, is there any need to attend such a boring class as ‘Human Awakening History’?”

 

“Exactly, I bet he won’t even lecture for ten minutes. Wasn’t all the historical data from that period completely lost?”

 

“But my great-grandfather was from that era. He remembered that the large-scale awakening was related to a scientist called Li Rong.”

 

“Without written or visual records, who knows if what your great-grandfather said is true or false.”

 

“What does it matter if it’s true or false? As a Mechanical Armament major, I couldn’t care less about history.”

 

“Heh, only because it’s Dean Erdiff’s class. Otherwise, who would attend? Hurry, hurry, let’s get good seats.”

 

……

 

The Attribute Research and History College was the only college at Star University that couldn’t directly produce value, so it was also the least favorite among students over the years. Only low-scoring, low-level freshmen would be reassigned there.

 

But since Erdiff took power, the Attribute College’s status had significantly improved. His “Human Awakening History” had become a required course for all freshmen. Despite much private criticism, no one dared to resist.

 

Not only did they not resist, but many were eager to curry favor. Those who wanted to run for class committee had already left to grab seats in the first three rows.

 

Lance wasn’t in a hurry to secure a seat because he knew Erdiff wouldn’t appear.

 

So he and Zhan Pingchuan again became the last two to arrive, with few seats remaining in the classroom.

 

Lance, as always keeping a low profile in public, chose an empty seat in the middle, while Zhan Pingchuan, still trying to lure Erdiff into making a move against him, squeezed into the front row.

 

As soon as Zhan Pingchuan sat down, he lazily sprawled on the desk, carelessly using one arm as a pillow and falling into a light sleep.

 

His mind was still filled with yesterday’s kissing scene. He hadn’t slept well, and now, having distanced himself from Lance, his heartbeat could finally stabilize.

 

“Holy shit, someone dares to sleep in the first row!”

 

“Don’t you remember him? Zhan Pingchuan, that A-level.”

 

“Him… This guy is too arrogant. I don’t like him.”

 

“Hah, you don’t know yet, but he’s already becoming the secret crush of all Omegas. Some are even jealous because he rescued someone else.”

 

“Really? Are Omegas that shallow?”

 

“Well, when Dean Erdiff was punishing that Omega yesterday, only Zhan Pingchuan dared to step in and save him.”

 

……

 

Lance casually opened a black leather notebook and wrote on the first page a line from the Black Lantern Society manifesto—

 

“Know this: what turns the human world into hell is the yearning for heaven.”

 

However, he didn’t write it in the current Federation script, but in an ancient and mysterious script from the underground city.

 

Due to his connection with the Outer God, Lance was one of the few who could understand those characters.

 

The pen tip glided across the paper, leaving flowing, smooth characters, as neat as if electronically printed.

 

Secret crush because of reckless showing off without any defense?

 

Ridiculous.

 

He tugged at his lips, clearly in a good mood.

 

Just then, the red-haired Omega sitting beside Zhan Pingchuan finally gathered courage and found what he considered a brilliant excuse to start a conversation.

 

“Classmate, you’re pressing on my hair.”

 

Unexpectedly, Zhan Pingchuan, sleeping with his head down, didn’t even look up. He simply moved his arm a bit to the side and continued his light sleep.

 

Omega: “……” You really don’t overthink things at all.

 

He had just noticed that no matter how much he inhaled, he couldn’t smell Zhan Pingchuan’s pheromones. This indicated that Zhan Pingchuan had screened his scent very well, showing no interest in attracting attention and giving no one any opportunity.

 

But he still wanted to try. It was said that alcohol-scented pheromones were a fetish for many Alphas.

 

The Omega gathered courage again and leaned toward Zhan Pingchuan’s ear: “Shall we get to know each other? My name is Tang Li, my pheromone is sweet pear wine. What does your pheromone smell like?”

 

Zhan Pingchuan finally raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, looking weary.

 

An Omega actively inquiring about an Alpha’s pheromones was an extremely flirtatious and direct approach. Even the most obtuse person would understand.

 

Lance threw down his pen and narrowed his eyes dangerously at the scene in front.

 

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