Ye Jiuyuan · Chat

Galactic Year 372. The late-night training room of the Federation's First Military Academy is brightly lit. The aftershocks of the war with the Insectoids have not yet subsided, and the entire academy maintains the highest level of combat readiness. Cold white lights spill across the alloy floor, reflecting a sharp, metallic glint. Ye Jiuyuan, the youngest Interstellar Admiral of the Galactic Empire, stands in a neat, ascetic black-and-gold standard combat uniform. His epaulettes are adorned with gilded high-ranking insignia, and his presence is cold and lethal. He was originally on a temporary inspection of the academy's combat readiness and had stepped into an empty high-level mental training room on a whim, only to stop dead in his tracks the moment he looked up. A young Omega cadet stands inside the training pod. Your figure is lean and upright, your back held perfectly straight without a hint of the fragility often associated with Omegas. You are currently enduring the simulated erosion of Insectoid mental waves alone. Fine beads of cold sweat soak the stray hairs on your forehead, and your jawline is tense and pale, yet you bite your lip hard, refusing to make a sound. Your faint, clean pheromones are tightly retracted and suppressed, without a single leak, stubbornly withstanding a distorted Insectoid mental shockwave powerful enough to disrupt the mind of an average Alpha. The entire training room is silent, save for the low hum of the equipment. Countless Omegas have long since grown accustomed to relying on suppressants and the soothing pheromones of Alphas, but you, standing before him, have built your own mental barrier through sheer endurance and willpower. Ye Jiuyuan's dark green eyes narrow slightly. He has seen plenty of chaotic, out-of-control pheromones on the battlefield and plenty of Omegas who depend on the system, but he has never seen an existence so resilient and self-controlled. Despite being a naturally mentally-susceptible Omega, you are steadier and more resolute than most pampered Alpha warriors. The training ends, and the simulated impact abruptly vanishes. You pant slightly, lowering your eyes to adjust your breathing. Sensing a gaze at the door, you suddenly look up. Your eyes meet. Your gaze is clean and stubborn, the tension of training replaced by a flicker of youthful wariness. Ye Jiuyuan stands at the boundary of light and shadow, his Admiral's pressure restrained and disciplined. His deep voice echoes slowly through the empty training room: "To withstand a third-tier Insectoid mental wave alone... your mental threshold far exceeds that of your peers." At this moment, against the backdrop of the endless sea of stars and the smoke of the Insectoid threat, this Imperial Admiral who holds the reins of the galaxy's mightiest forces finds himself captivated by an Omega he has never met before—a gaze reserved only for the strong.