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Bai Ling was thankful that his past life’s trials were enough to keep him rational at critical moments.

However, as they passed that scumbag Gram, he still couldn’t stop his fingers from spasming. He turned his head away and buried his face deep in Yu Chen’s soft, curling golden hair.

That was a scar that would never heal.

Yu Chen seemed to notice his distress. He subtly shifted his hold, pulling him higher, allowing the little bird’s tense chest to press tightly against his own warm, broad back.

The movement made Bai Ling let out a low gasp. He quickly wrapped his arms around the merman’s shoulders, drawing a small measure of stability from the smooth, powerful lines of his muscles.

This feeling was new and strange.

Unlike mammals, in the raptor world, the female was the one who established territory and guarded the home, while the male was responsible for agile hunting and providing for the family. Because of this, omega fledglings tended to have fiercer tempers and greater strength, born with an innate desire to dominate.

But here, with the merman, Bai Ling tasted the feeling of being carefully protected for the first time in his life.

It was as if he had melted back into a fledgling, returning to a dense, safe nest…

Bai Ling drowsily fluttered his eyelashes in the “little bird’s nest” woven from golden hair. Suddenly, a flash of fluorescent blue caught his eye. His pupils instantly contracted to pinpricks. The muzzle of the gun in his hand was already aimed at the stairwell.

In the hazy, ethereal half-dim light, a figure bowed to them.

Or rather, bowed to Yu Chen.

Bai Ling glanced over. The person’s face was cold and sinister, bearing the toxic fluorescence characteristic of marine invertebrates. Their aura was retracted, almost nonexistent, so they were most likely a beta.

Yu Chen carried Bai Ling straight up the stairs, and the beta disappeared from view.

Unbeknownst to Bai Ling, Heinz silently stepped out of the shadows, glanced upstairs, and then made a gesture into the remaining darkness.

Swish, swish, swish. A dozen figures melted silently and orderly into the corridor to begin cleaning up the aftermath.

Heinz was long accustomed to such chaotic situations. Standing in the background, waiting for the incident to end, then bringing out brooms and dustpans to clean the “A/O battlefield”—this had become the fate of betas.

On the floor lay the alphas, suffering from severe mental shock. These men, who usually threw their weight around thanks to Kaide’s power, were now like stinking, rotten fish at a market, lying haphazardly in a pile.

Heinz crouched down to check them one by one. Finding they were all still alive, he sighed sincerely, “What a pity.”

A passing subordinate heard him, and his hair stood on end, a chill running down his spine.

Anyone else might have said it as a joke, but coming from Heinz, it might as well have been a death sentence. For no other reason than the fact that this guy was a jellyfish—

A beta who had climbed over countless corpses to become the tyrant’s close attendant.

It was well known that this nation had a large population of Marine species. On Old Earth, climate change and severe ocean pollution had ironically led to the gradual extinction of jellyfish predators like sea turtles and seals, allowing jellyfish populations to explode.

Most of these jellyfish were of average strength, Betas lacking significant mental power or special abilities, forming the base of this planet’s social pyramid.

However, the subordinate knew that his boss had special abilities, abilities he had acquired later in life, and no one knew how a beta had managed to do it. He had only heard rumors of the extremely terrifying evolutionary strategies within jellyfish groups, such as maximizing pollution tolerance, or… consuming their own kind.

“Lin He,” Heinz suddenly called his subordinate’s name, his voice soft.

Lin He suppressed a shiver and checked the status of the robots, only to be shocked. “These circuit boards must have been fried instantly. Someone just activated an interference-type mental field. Judging by the range, it was at least SS-level. Lord Heinz, should we request an investigation?”

Heinz meaningfully said, “Among the alpha nobles this time, there were quite a few SS ability users serving in the military.” He deliberately avoided mentioning who he had just encountered.

Lin He understood immediately. “SS ability users… that means only Major General Gram. Alright, I understand. I will submit the follow-up report to you later.”

He watched Heinz wave him away and head off towards the boiler room. He didn’t see Heinz turn the corner, pull out a pin with a cold expression, and stab it hard into the back of his neck.

“Ngh,” he grunted, but pushed the pin deeper, seating the artificial gland more firmly.

It was a neural sensor capable of simulating an S-class alpha’s olfactory system, allowing a beta without glands to taste the fragrance of pheromones.

Although betas lived by the creed “rationality above all,” shamefully, humans had desires, and desires created needs. This piece of technology had limited functionality, and even seemed pointless, but it had a loyal following among betas. Most of them were married to alphas or omegas and hoped to use it to break down barriers and become more integrated into their partners’ lives.

However, Heinz was an exception.

Heinz had already lost his partner. All he had now was an enemy who hated him to the bone.

A self-mocking smile touched his lips. Heinz pressed himself against the large iron door of the boiler room, stroked it tenderly for a moment, and then—

He jammed his nose into the crack and inhaled deeply, forcefully.

From the jumbled pheromones, he identified a familiar omega scent. Joy burst across his face, and he gradually became intoxicated…

At the same time, Sava, who was guarding the door, suddenly narrowed his eyes and sniffed hard.

North asked, “What’s wrong? Did an alpha come?”

Sava looked disgusted. “Smells like some cheap beta perfume. I’ll go check.”

Before North could speak, Sava had already single-handedly pulled open the door that the others had struggled to push shut together.

The crowd of little omegas: “…”

What kind of freakishly strong owl is this?!

In front of the stairwell, Heinz was directing his subordinates to leave when he heard a sinister voice from behind: “Hey, idiot.”

Heinz’s heart gave a slight jolt. He smoothed his expression into a smile and was about to turn.

Suddenly, a fierce blast of cold air hit his face, slamming him back against the wall. Sava had headbutted him, hard enough to make his nose bleed. Suppressed fury hissed through his clenched teeth. “How come you didn’t die out there, you bastard?”

Heinz lifted the back of his hand to wipe away the blood, his smile gentle as water. “With the Young Master at home, even if I died, I would have crawled back from the grave to find you. Young Master, I know you mourned me for a year and even carved a gravestone for me yourself. I liked it so much, I had someone dig it up. It’s in my safe now.”

Sava: “…You sick pervert! Faking your death to trick me! I want to rip out your tendons, peel off your skin, and throw you in pickling brine to make marinated jellyfish!”

Heinz clutched his heart, speaking earnestly. “My body and soul will always belong to the Young Master. To become the Young Master’s food, to fill the Young Master’s stomach, would be my greatest honor in this life.”

Sava was furious. “Get lost!”

“When the Young Master tells me to get lost, his pheromone concentration intensifies.”

Sava, hit in the bull’s-eye, completely lost it, and got ready to take Heinz down with him. He lunged at Heinz, teeth bared, but the recently cleaned floor still had detergent residue. His foot slipped, and they both went tumbling down the stairs.

At the last second, Heinz activated his tentacles. Translucent jellyfish tendrils wove into a helmet, protecting Sava securely inside.

Sava only heard a loud THUD. When he got up, he saw that Heinz’s forehead had hit a sharp corner hard. Clear fluid seeped from the wound.

Sava’s mind went blank. Acting faster than thought, he scooped Heinz up, anxiously patting his face. “Hey! Idiot! Idiot! Don’t you dare actually die on me!”

Heinz’s gaze was unfocused as his pupils dilated.

Sava clenched Heinz’s straight, blue hair, lowered his head, and kissed him frantically, giving him mouth-to-mouth. Between breaths, he threatened through gritted, trembling teeth, “Go ahead and die! Even if you die, I won’t forgive you!”

Heinz slowly woke up, clutching his forehead, a look of pure confusion on his face. “Ah… what happened? I don’t seem to remember.”

Sava’s face froze for an instant.

Heinz: “I have amnesia. Young Master, can we start over?”

Sava slapped him hard across the face. He forcefully wiped his mouth, stood up, and looked down at him, his orange-red eyes like those of a bloodthirsty reaper. He said, word by word, “Remember now? If not, I’ll give you a couple more.”

Heinz savored the memory of the kiss. ” Young Master’s handsome face is hard to forget.”

Sava cursed him viciously, calling him a “damn liar.” He kicked him twice and turned to leave. With this kind of clingy sea-creature, the more you engaged, the more persistent he became. Ignoring him was the only way.

Sava walked up the stairs, taking deep breaths to calm himself. But from below came a wounded shout: “Did you enter the palace just to cuckold me and piss me off? You still have feelings for me, Sava!”

Sava let out a string of cold laughs. “You really talk a lot of shit for a beta! You’re just a vibrator
! Do you even qualify for a ‘green hat’?”

With that, he stomped away heavily, as if wanting to shatter the tiles.

Heinz stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly pulled out his terminal and changed his contact name to: [Baby Chicken’s Exclusive Vibrator]

Heinz sent a message to his proud little chicken baby: Love the new nickname babe gave me.

Not only did he send it, but he sent each message as a pop-up, making Sava’s pocket vibrate wildly.

Sava pulled out his terminal, confused, and cursed, “Fuck! This psycho!” Then, with a few taps, he decisively blocked him.

Heinz sent another message: Young Master’s little feathers look so cute when they stand on end.

A notification popped up: [You are no longer friends with this contact…]

Heinz’s fingers paused. He gave a slight, self-deprecating smile and put the terminal back in his pocket.

He laughed bitterly. From now on, he would probably spend the rest of his life atoning for his sins against the Young Master…

Well, that wasn’t entirely a misfortune either.

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Author has something to say:

Heinz: (Adjusts tie) (Elegantly) (Proudly takes the stage) “Wife, love me one more time!” (Accepts thunderous applause) (Proudly) (Bows and exits stage)

Sava (furious): Coo-grr-coo! (Serves up a wing-slap)

Heinz is a younger, yandere, psycho, enduring, hyper-competitive beta. Outwardly, he’s a calm, restrained, loyal dog; towards his wife, he’s (twisted) (crawling) (frantically wriggling).

This pair is a bickering couple, HE (Happy Ending), mutual feelings (By the way, I have character design art for this pair on my Weibo, you can find it by searching their names).