"dad?"
The infant, who was somewhat face-blind, couldn't distinguish the faces of all the people lying in the cabin for a moment.
The child approached one of the pods and thought that one of the people there looked like his father, and another person there also looked like his father.
The little guy paced anxiously around each person's cabin.
These people looked like they were trapped, or like they were sleeping and wouldn't wake up. The little boy was worried that they might be sick, and at the same time he was thinking how happy he would be if so many dads got up and played with him.
So the cubs pressed almost their entire faces against the hull, flattening their cheeks, and panting as if trying to blow air into it to wake them up.
But they remained completely still.
The cub sighed wearily and sat down against the cabin. His lace-trimmed shirt spilled out beside him, like the hem of a skirt.
The clothes prepared for omegas in this world are all gorgeous and decorated.
As soon as he sat down, he started munching on the cookies the butler had prepared for him.
The cookies smelled delicious. The cub wiggled its legs, and the tension from before was relaxed by the milky aroma of the cookies. It was as if its pheromones had been released at some point.
The first thing he did after his pheromones were released was not to roll around, but to freeze in place, seemingly hesitating about whose side to go to.
These people seem to really need pheromones to soothe them.
After hesitating for a long time, the cat came to the hull where the cub was leaning against and crawled inside.
Unlike those who suffer from mental breakdown, those who have already experienced subconscious collapse due to mental breakdown and thus become brain dead have already entered the secular sense of death in this world's understanding.
Because they have no treatment options.
Omegas can at most stabilize the mental energy of living people; no one has ever tried to bring a brain-dead person back to life.
The amount of pheromones that need to be added is virtually endless.
And they will all disappear without a trace, like stones sinking into the sea.
But the cub is stubborn, perhaps because he inherited it from his father, or perhaps because he was born with two whorls on his round head. That's why the little guy has been able to endure the torment of illness for so long. Similarly, he will now relentlessly summon his pheromones to roll around in front of men.
It seems like all of his pheromones have been absorbed.
But the man remained completely still and unresponsive.
The cubs sent out a lot of cat doctors, holding the man's hands and feet, almost drowning him in a sea of cat pheromones.
As the pheromones entered, the cub also entered his depleted subconscious.
Before that tiny, almost invisible light, the cub reached out and gently embraced the small ball of light, and also helped the man rebuild his entire subconscious.
The cub took a long time, but in the subconscious flow, it only took a moment.
A moment later, the cub fainted and collapsed next to the hull.
The man's subconscious, once a desolate wasteland, has been pieced together from fragments by his offspring, reconstructing his life and its meaning.
The man opened his eyes.
The hull, which was originally indestructible in the eyes of the cub, was blown away by him with a single palm strike.
The man stepped barefoot on the ground, feeling the warmth of the air and objects for the first time in a long time.
His gaze moved downwards and he saw the cub huddled up in a small ball.
The man looked surprised.
He knelt down on one knee and came to the cub, his expression filled with caution and endless dependence and affection.
"So small."
How can I form a contract with him? He still looks like a baby.
Forget it, I'll just raise it as my own child. Raising a baby isn't so bad.
The man recognized the cub that had brought him back to life; in fact, he now exuded the cub's aura from head to toe.
Even a mere touch from an omega in the subconscious can cause an alpha to develop an extremely strong desire to submit and depend on them, let alone the fact that his entire sea of consciousness is now reconstructed from a cub.
The cub is no different from his god.
If the cub is an adult omega, and he saves an unrelated alpha, then that alpha will definitely pursue him fervently.
But right now the cub is just a baby, and we don't even know whose cub it is.
Then cherish it as a unique miracle.
The man's expression softened. He picked up the cub and walked steadily out of the room.
Although he had been lying down for a long time, he had already gotten back into his body after thirty seconds and tried to mobilize his muscles to return to his peak condition.
The first person the man holding the cub encountered was the housekeeper who was outside looking for the cub.
The butler had seen the cub enter the forbidden area through the surveillance cameras, but he was not allowed to enter. So he quickly contacted Mephisto and asked him to come over, while he himself stayed outside to guard the area.
The butler heard the gate to the forbidden area open and turned to ask something, but when he saw the man, he was so surprised he almost cried out:
"Young Master Mulder!"
"It's been a long time, butler."
Mulder's voice was gentle, and he sounded to be in good spirits.
"Did you bring this treasure to me? Or was it my sister? I need to go and thank them."
The butler glanced at the unconscious cub, his expression instantly turning troubled:
"This, this is Master Mephisto's..."
"Mourde!"
Mephius had arrived at lightning speed.
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