They didn't really understand what Mephisto was talking about.
Moreover, what exactly does a general want to do by interfering so much in managing omega affairs?
Could it be that he is actually dissatisfied with the Federation's favoritism towards omegas and insists on polygamy, wanting to possess several omegas before he is satisfied?
While inwardly despising Mephisto, the members of the Omega Association verbally offered platitudes:
"But I don't know about this either. As you know, the court is handled by a different diplomat."
Mephius was, of course, a shrewd man, and he certainly understood the meaning behind the other party's words.
So he stood up, waved his hand, and was about to see the guest out.
At this moment, the vice president of the Omega Association flew into a rage and said:
"General, even if you wield immense power, if you refuse to meet with an omega, I can still bring charges against you in court for emotionally abusing an omega!"
Mephius ignored him and walked away quickly.
He left the room with his left hand still in his pocket.
Others might not know, but the adjutant did: Mephisto's hand was still stroking the cub on the small screen.
After being fed by his father and the other uncles and aunts, the child went to rummage through the trash on his own.
That's the good thing about garbage planets: lots of garbage means lots of resources.
For those people, these are just unwanted items, but for the cubs, these items are more than enough for them to live on.
The cub, looking like a dusty little mouse, scurried through piles of garbage. After searching through them, the cub finally found a new home that suited it perfectly.
This cage is big enough to fit an adult, let alone a cub, with plenty of extra space. It also has a soft blanket, a running wheel, a food bowl, a nest, a toilet, and even a separate bathroom.
It's just like the luxurious castle in a cub's dream.
He ran over, hoping the main system would help him transport the cage back.
The main system, which looked like a pet cage, fell silent for a moment.
But even though the little one was pampered in the palace, he didn't develop the bad habit of needing to be dressed in fine clothes and eaten in luxury.
He learned to grow quickly in an environment nurtured by love, but if he were to return to such a difficult situation, the cub could still tenaciously survive.
And from the cub's perspective, that's certainly true.
This large, luxurious pet cage is indeed much better than the house he currently lives in.
Closing the cage door can also keep bad guys out.
So the main system helped the cub move his new home back.
Moreover, the cubs also yielded a considerable harvest.
Besides the new house, the cub also found several old clothes that the toys no longer wore, and the size fit the cub perfectly.
The cub was so happy it almost floated away.
He could skip and hop along behind the main system, watching the main system diligently move things for him.
Once home, the little one will proudly display his spoils to the game monitor, showing them to his father, uncles, and aunts on the other side of the screen, repeatedly saying that he wants to invite them to visit his home again.
The little cubs have no entertainment options, much like kittens waiting for their owners to come home from get off work each day, counting down the days and waiting for game players to log on.
Sometimes, just like the traveling frog, it goes outside to collect things on its own. If it finds something useful, its eyes will light up as it tries to show off to someone.
More and more people are playing this game.
The influence of the cubs is also growing.
It's mainly because of that feeling of having one's mental energy steadily calmed down.
Alphas may still have unmet needs, but for betas with weak mental strength, such comfort is enough for them.
It had been a long time since they had felt so refreshed. In their eyes, the cubs were no longer just cubs, but their beloved and incredibly sacred beings, their precious treasures.
So when the Omega Association issued an official statement announcing its intention to sue the game company, the federal government was in an uproar.
"You dog game, just say it! You say your characters are all virtual, your environments are all fake, and these tranquilizers are all inhibitors? Just say it!"
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you lying to me too?!"
"No! I've finally found a haven of comfort, my sweet home... We betas could never wait in line for an omega's request for affection, and I've finally found a cub..."
In an instant, the Federation was filled with lamentations.
The main system, however, simply ignored the court summons it received.
Who here can control his data from another world?
Keep dreaming.
These guys are the ones who really deserve to be sentenced.
Upon discovering an omega stranded outside, their first reaction is not to rescue him, but to file a lawsuit and seize all his resources.
The system doesn't believe that such an association can properly raise omegas.
They didn't believe they could raise the cubs properly.
What if he accidentally raises it wrong? Where will the system go to cry then?
Therefore, the main system repeatedly and repeatedly instructed the cubs:
"Silly boy, remember you only need your dad. Others might treat you badly, but only your dad can take care of you."
The cub nodded, of course.
The baby will have a father. The father will come to find him.
The cub firmly believed this.
He sat in front of the screen, waiting for his father to come and see him.
But this time, the cub will be disappointed.
Only some uncles and aunts logged into the game and fed him a little food, but his father was nowhere to be seen.
Dad's login time was the longest before.
Although this father is not very talkative, he is very gentle with his cubs.
I'm online almost 24/7, and I don't force the cub to do anything. I just quietly watch over him, keep him company, and sometimes pet him.
This is the first time Mephisto has been offline for so long.
Now the boy had no mind to care about anyone else. He waited pitifully at the door, hugging his knees and leaning against the door frame, like a kitten abandoned at home by its owner who had gone on a long trip.
The cubs need too little and are given too much.
In the eyes of every player, the little cub is trapped in this world, and the only fun is to interact with and play with them, as if the cub's whole world consists of just him.
This feeling of unconditional trust and dependence is also what makes players addicted.
They are only relaxed and comfortable in front of their cubs.
This feedback only made the Omega Association even more anxious.
The vice president once again filed a petition with the court:
"We must rescue this omega. Such a precious and exceptionally talented resource must not be taken over and exploited by outsiders. Their intentions are despicable. Only the association truly cares about the omega!"
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