Chapter 1: Safe Entry and Exit, I don’t know if this high-end product will be cheap…
The circular venue was filled with noise and all kinds of pheromones were burning fiercely.
A wonderful competition is taking place. He was swift and fierce, showing off his strength and beauty in the simple test. His sweat beads rolled into beads in the sand. He landed lightly at the end, completely igniting the atmosphere. With three deafening bells -
bite! bite! bite--!
After the test, the numbers on the vertical leaderboard on the big screen soared into the sky, stepping on countless people's names along the way and finally reaching the top.
Break the record!
For a moment, the cheers and shouts were deafening. The aggressive alphas wanted to wave the chains around their necks like glow sticks, forcing the prison guards to sound the electric shock warning button.
That’s right, this is not a high-end arena, but the largest and most harsh prison in the empire.
These fanatical "fans" are all extremely vicious and sentenced to a hundred years in prison.
The supervisor read out the list, "Number 1470, Bai Ling."
"Yes." The man walked slowly from the finish line, panting slightly. His loose prison uniform stuck to his waist and abdomen due to sweat, outlining his slender waist.
The supervisor couldn't help but take a few more glances.
His spine was very straight, and his body was like a straight poplar. Although his face was a little messy, his posture was upright and meticulous, and one could guess his origin at a glance.
Imperial Regular Army.
The supervisor's ambiguous gaze rested on his right leg.
When I got closer, I could see clearly the prosthetic limb sticking out of the man's trouser leg.
The wires were tangled in a mess, the mechanical ports were exposed, and the sand that had just stuck to him flowed out from the gaps in his metal knees as he walked. Combined with his cold temperament, he looked like a damaged bionic man who had just left the front line.
Administrator: "Lift your face, stand on the checkerboard, and face the camera with your pupils."
The young man raised his chin, revealing a cold and delicate face under his messy wet hair.
An Asker Lake knife.
This thing inexplicably popped up in the supervisor's mind. It is an exquisitely decorated weapon, as thin as a cicada's wing, but able to cut through iron like mud. Because of its graceful lines and amazing power, the upper-class nobles couldn't put it down.
Just like this face, fragile, beautiful and strong.
It should have been mounted on the face of a pampered omega lady, not a disabled soldier.
Maybe he got to the top by selling his butt again? The next second, the supervisor rejected this idea because the data was clear:
"Spiritual Power SS"
"Endurance"
"Agile SSS"
Seeing the last item, the supervisor slowed down his speech meaningfully:
"Fertility: D. Let me see, you have an old injury. Just when you entered the first stage of differentiation, a bullet hit your abdomen from your spine. Your differentiation prediction report shows that you are 99% omega. Indeed, your soft little reproductive cavity is probably difficult to repair."
"An omega without fertility is worthless."
The supervisor concluded with a hint of regret.
Bai Ling didn't react to this.
Since the founding of the new empire ten years ago, the new emperor Cade has set fertility level as the only standard for measuring the value of omegas. This is an iron rule known to everyone and is indisputable.
Supervisor: "You are a genius pilot, the top ace of the Empire's deep space mecha corps, but you attacked your superior and caused the national military base to be blown up. Do you know how many years you will be in prison?"
Bai Ling's thin lips moved slightly: "I know, the death penalty will be executed immediately."
After closing the register, the supervisor's tone became frivolous: "But you are lucky, pretty little O. You are so young, and you may still be useful after differentiation. As long as you lay thirty fertilized eggs within five years, you can avoid death."
Offsetting punishment by laying eggs sounds merciful.
However, everyone knows that even for the bird species known for their high breeding efficiency, the consequences of continuous egg laying are extremely miserable.
Especially for an O with a low fertility level like him, he will be assigned to the bottom-level D-level alpha. He will have to endure four or five years of reproductive cavity damage and nutritional deficiency, and even if he doesn't die, he will be completely scrapped.
Some fragments of memory emerged in Bai Ling's mind.
How did he do it in his previous life...
He remembered that he fought his way out of the prison, covered in blood and with torn limbs, and he finally managed to rob a spaceship and find a mecha mercenary club to accept him, but was rejected on the grounds that "he was about to split into O and was not suitable to continue fighting."
After that, he wandered around the square with his weak and painful body, lived in a broken tent, made a living by picking up garbage and helping people repair tires, and suffered countless insults and contempt.
During his five years of wandering, he saved up the start-up capital bit by bit, relied on the experience he gained, assembled a broken mecha with second-hand parts, and joined an unknown small society.
Afterwards, the name "White Mad Falcon" rose from the sky and became more and more rampant. He swallowed up about 300 mercenary corps of all sizes in the empire at an extremely terrifying speed, and quickly launched an offensive in the entire sector, defeating the usually powerful Central Corps and forcing Emperor Cade to come out in person to negotiate with him.
And then how did he express his opinion?
Oh, now I remember, he stood on the dog tyrant's table with one foot, playing with the King chess with his fingertips, and told the whole galaxy with a smile:
"I will not be a subordinate to others."
Bai Ling was about to recall his own death when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right leg.
Damn phantom pain! When he gets out, be sure to get some extra high-potency painkillers. So, this time he made up his mind——
"I am willing to accept the death penalty."
The supervisor's look of contempt was tinged with pity. As expected of a humanoid weapon from the Deep Air Corps, even if he was accused of a false crime, he would rather die than become a low-level egg-laying slave.
But this is for the best. Someone gave him 5 million interstellar coins and asked him to kill the omega. Since he chose the death penalty, don't blame him for being soft-hearted when it comes to money.
"The sentencing is over. The execution will be in an hour. Go out through the door on the right and wait."
Before walking out of the last scanning area of the inspection room, Bai Ling was suddenly called.
"Wait a minute," the supervisor raised his eyebrows in surprise and stared at the scan results, "What's that on your thigh? Words engraved?"
"yes."
"What word?"
Bai Ling turned around slowly, with the backlight in the shadows, and a mocking arc appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Safe travels."
"Safe travels...?! You carved this on the groin?" The supervising officer gasped.
This is simply insane and unethical! He looked like he was determined to trample the Alpha male's pride under his feet, and the only thing missing was a mockery written on his face -
There are cars coming and going here, and people are accelerating and braking hard. Who do you think you are?
The supervisor was shaking with excitement: "Little slut, you are worthy of being from the military, you are so perverted."
A combat-type O who wears a control and restriction device all day long actually plays so big in private. It's like finding "Welcome" written under an ascetic monk's robe, and my scalp is tingling.
Hiss, that’s awesome.
The supervisor reached out to grab Bai Ling, but his expression suddenly changed, and he looked at his vibrating restriction ring:
【WARNING! Pay attention to your words and actions! Credit Points -10】
Taking advantage of this gap, Bai Ling curled his lips and left the scanning area.
As soon as he walked through the door on the right, a team of fully armed prison guards sprayed him with anesthetic. Apparently someone had explained in advance that the vanguard soldiers from the legion should not be underestimated even if they had a broken leg.
When Bai Ling woke up again, he was already wrapped in a straitjacket.
His eyes dropped slightly, the rusty iron cover of the muzzle pressed tightly against the bridge of his nose, and the metal straps made it difficult for him to breathe. He tilted his neck back slightly and leaned the back of his head against the wall. The occasional vibrations from the carriage told him that he was being transported to the execution ground against all odds.
The supervisor was sitting opposite, smoking a cigarette, his sticky eyes sliding along the slender neck into Bai Ling's collar, and his heart began to itch.
Wouldn't it be a pity for such a high-end guy to die like this? Why not let him have some fun for free...
Once the thought comes up, it can't be suppressed.
This armored vehicle was very large, with its interior divided into two parts, and sitting in the next room were a group of omegas who were to be presented to the emperor. The supervising officer found an excuse to drive all the prison guards to the next room. The bolt was stuck, and Bai Ling's muzzle was unlocked with a "click". He opened the belt buckle, put the gun to the back of Bai Ling's head, and made him kneel down in a hurry:
"You are safe, aren't you, my dear? I just couldn't help but think about you."
Bai Ling didn't move, his cold grey eyes glanced upwards indifferently.
That glance made the supervisor's heart skip a beat.
The supervisor suppressed his guilty conscience and said contemptuously: "Humph, don't think the forbidden ring can save you again. This is a magnetic storm area, there is no signal at all."
Bai Ling didn't seem to hear him at all: "Three."
The supervisor maliciously poked the undeveloped gland at the back of his neck with his gun, "Didn't your superiors in the army teach you to obey orders?"
"two."
The supervisor frowned: "What are you mumbling about?"
"One." Bai Ling's eyes were filled with desolation, and he raised the corners of his lips and pronounced:
"When you die."
Almost instantly, accompanied by an earth-shaking vibration, the heavy armored vehicle suddenly crashed into the boulder at full speed, flew sideways for five hundred meters, and rolled repeatedly in the roaring dust until it hit the Gobi Desert on the other side and stopped with a clang.
Armored vehicles are very durable and can withstand a car accident, but ordinary aliens simply cannot withstand the overloaded G-force impact.
The supervisor lay on the ground, holding his heart tightly, with a trace of black blood flowing out of his mouth. In the bloodshot vision, the omega easily cut the straps of the straitjacket with the broken glass, walked to his side, bent down, and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his shirt pocket.
"Crack~" the fire passed by.
In the deathly silence, the sound of a lighter lighting up makes one's nerves jump.
The cigarette was held between slender fingers, the orange-red flame flickered, illuminating the delicate and cold face in a dim light.
It's so creepy that it makes one's blood boil.
The supervisor pleaded with his last glimmer of hope: "Save...save me...I can save you...from death..."
Bai Ling smiled and said, "This is a magnetic storm area, there is no signal."
After saying that, she stepped on his shoulder, and with a "sizzle" sound, she crushed the cigarette butt between her fingers and put it out on the alpha's badge of honor.
Bai Ling stepped over his body, pushed open the door and walked out. At first glance, the next door area was littered with corpses, it was a hell.
He was calmly walking among the scattered debris on the ground, searching for his target. Suddenly, he raised the head of a white-haired omega and took a closer look.
This one is pretty good, they're about the same height and build.
Bai Ling quickly removed the omega's restriction ring and put his own on the deceased. The forbidden ring screen lights up, and the other party's information is displayed on it:
【Bai Ling: 19 years old】
Bai Ling's pupils shrank slightly. Is it such a coincidence?
Similar name, same age, and same hair color...
He turned it over again and saw that the only difference was their racial origins: the deceased was a great tit, and he was a peregrine falcon.
However, there are many white-haired people in the bird bloodline, so it is not surprising that they have accents.
"Crash--" a piece of bulletproof glass shattered into a spider web and fell to the ground.
Bai Ling looked over suddenly and found a pair of eyes secretly staring at him in the pile of dead bodies.
North: "...Keep going, I didn't see anything."
But he still couldn't escape the fate of being picked out by Bai Ling.
North is the most popular weak and docile omega nowadays, with red eyes, just like a little white rabbit. He followed behind Bai Ling, watching him swiftly and efficiently attack the supervisor, and asked curiously:
"Are you also going to the palace to be a pet?"
Bai Ling slowly chewed on the word "imperial palace". He originally wanted to follow the path of his previous life, fight a bloody battle, hijack the spaceship and leave, then accumulate strength and wait for ten years to gather the revolutionary army to overthrow the rule of the imperial tyrant.
But right now, there seems to be another simpler and more brutal way before him——
Enter the palace with a fake identity and fast forward to capturing the king.
"It's okay to give Christopher Cade a surprise." Bai Ling said slowly.
"How dare you mention his name!" North said in shock. He quickly looked around and when he was sure that everyone was dead, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He is our Holy Savior Emperor. How did you say that... Oh, The Great King."
Bai Ling shook off the blood on the tip of the knife and said nonchalantly: "Sprinkle some dog food on the throne. Even a dog can govern a country better than he can."
North said smoothly, "That won't work. TGK probably won't be used to eating dog food."
Bai Ling glanced at him and said, "There must be a learning process."
North was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and stood up to shake hands with him:
"Hello, my name is North."
Half an hour later, as the only two survivors, they were picked up on the spaceship by the palace steward who arrived. As Bai Ling expected, in order to report to the emperor in time, the steward did not strictly check the identity again. He just swiped the identity ID of the forbidden ring and ended the matter hastily.
At this moment, the steward did not know that his trick at work had actually sent the most ferocious revolutionary army leader in the history of the empire into the enemy camp.
It's like releasing a bird of prey into a flock of pigeons.
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Six hours later, the spacecraft began to enter the outer orbit of the Imperial Capital Star.
This planet is famous for its romantic pink color and is surrounded by a Saturn-like ring. From a distance, it looks like a sweet Alpine strawberry-flavored toffee, which successfully captured North's heart.
North lay in front of the window with a longing look on his face:
"It's so beautiful. History books say that this planet was the first settlement of the empire. The handsome mermaids led the surviving humans to establish a floating nation on the sea. Every evening, a golden wind would blow across the white spire in the middle of the sea—"
"That's not wind, it's an electromagnetic pheromone wave. It's toxic and harmful, and it affects the central nervous system control." Bai Ling ruthlessly interrupted his fantasy.
"I know. But it's nice to listen to fairy tales occasionally." North stretched and stood up.
The spaceship landed and they entered the palace through the underground passage.
The sound of gurgling water gradually came to my ears, and then the view suddenly opened up.
The tall atrium extends all the way to the top floor, with a giant cylindrical glass column with a diameter of about 6 meters standing in the center. It runs through the entire tower from top to bottom, but now it is covered with a layer of plastic and looks dilapidated.
North excitedly tugged at Bai Ling: "Could that be the crystal fish tank built by the legendary Mermaid Empire?"
Bai Ling looked up and finally said, "Yes."
And he also knew that 10 years ago, during the reign of the Mermaid Dynasty, this fish tank was still sparkling, tranquil and magnificent.
“Will there be a gentle and beautiful mermaid in there?”
"Won't."
"Why?"
"First of all, this group of mermaids are a polluted species. They have evolved extremely powerful genes to resist nuclear waste and decay. Theoretically, they cannot be very beautiful. They are likely to look like Yasha. Secondly -"
Bai Ling stopped and looked up at the bathhouse, a masterpiece of art and technology that symbolized the previous mermaid dynasty. "They had bad tempers, but they were killed by guys with even worse tempers."
North shut up, he knew that the guy with a worse temper was the tyrant Cade.
In order to adapt to the rotation and gravity of the new planet, the steward gave them a day off.
In the capsule dormitory, North yawned and looked at his new roommate who was sleeping opposite him.
Bai Ling was skillfully tearing off the pillowcase and spreading it under himself.
North asked enthusiastically, "Is the differentiation period coming soon? I have an embedded inhibitor stick, do you want it? It's suitable for sensitive skin and is much better than your pad of cloth."
Bai Ling obviously stiffened for a moment, and said, "No need," and then pulled the curtain.
North thought he was shy and didn't think much about it. He relaxed and fell asleep.
However, three hours later, someone stood up from the darkness and walked quietly towards a place.
——The mermaid’s bath.
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