The Lord Eunuch has arrived

Thank you Leaf for the ko-fi donation!

Playing a game of chess with Yu Chen was more exhausting than piloting a mecha to beat the hell out of a bunch of minor alphas.

Bai Ling felt like his feathers had wilted. He propped up his cheek and doodled aimlessly in his copy of the [Omega Code of Conduct].

Why did he lose?

His moves had been perfect, and the opponent was even missing a “Queen.” Until the very last step, he thought he had the win secured… only to be caught off guard by Black’s crumbling pieces delivering a sudden, fatal blow.

Bai Ling drew an 8×8 grid in his book, forcing himself to review the match and find the reason for his failure.

This was another habit Mr. D had instilled in him.

Summarize the experience, then try again.

It was through this step-by-step process that his matches with Mr. D had improved from lasting three minutes to ten, and finally, by the last year, he could comfortably stall the man for an hour, a massive leap in progress.

However, across the tens of thousands of matches he played against Mr. D, he had rarely achieved a victory.

Well… to be more precise, he had only won once.

That victory happened because he had proposed a bet to Mr. D. As for what the bet was… he couldn’t remember.

His memories had become a chaotic mess near his death due to that mental disorder; he just remembered that every evening, he used to go to the station entrance with Rattlesnake to sell water and umbrellas.

When he returned home late at night and opened his terminal to find that Mr. D had been offline for a full month, he would move his finger to send a routine [Goodnight]. Then, by the dim light of a small lamp, he would stuff a handful of placebos into his mouth, his breath hitching from the cold as he limped to the public showers to fight for a faucet.

He had never told Mr. D about his true situation.

A defeated stray dog should crawl into a trash heap to die slowly, rather than going out to smudge someone else’s pant leg.

So when Mr. D didn’t reply, despite his disappointment, he felt it was better this way…

What the hell…! When did that old man add his number? And he even set such a contact name… ridiculous.

Bai Ling shielded his face with his arm, unable to resist flipping the screen over to peek again.

Bai Ling immediately sat up straight and his expression revealed nothing. Sure enough, the teacher’s gaze drifted past him, but when it reached the person next to him, it suddenly stopped.

Bai Ling quickly poked Sava’s abs twice, signaling him to wake up.

Sava lifted his forehead, which was marked with red creases from sleeping. He rubbed his eyes and groaned. “What… who’s shouting this early in the morning? Give it a rest, will you?”

The teacher: “……”

“Stand up!” The teacher slammed the desk in a rage, rebuking him: “An omega with no sense of decorum! How are you going to raise offspring in the future?”

Sava rubbed his ash-colored short hair, looking lazy and half-asleep. He stretched his long arm high, making a casual, roguish gesture of raising his hand.

“Teacher, I want to request a leave of absence.”

The teacher’s face darkened. “And why would you need leave?”

Sava said matter-of-factly, “I need to brood. Didn’t you learn that in biology class?”

The teacher and the surrounding omegas gasped.

This—this—was this something you could just say in public? About brooding eggs and all that?

The teacher’s face turned from green to white as he hurriedly interrogated him: “You… you are a consort-to-be who hasn’t even attended the Emperor yet. How could you be brooding now!”

Sava: “I miss him too much. Last night I dreamed of him and laid an egg. This is a classic ‘dream egg.’ Don’t you know that, teacher? Did you actually attend biology class?”

He kept calling him “teacher” over and over, looking incredibly sincere.

Teacher: “…Take your self-reflection essay and my blessings and sit down! You may rest, but you are not allowed to make a sound.”

Sava took it as his cue to go back to lying face-down, looking quite pleased with himself.

Bai Ling: “…How can there be such filthy matters?”

North’s expression was difficult to describe. “I didn’t expect Comrade Sava’s psychological resilience to be so formidable. To dream of the TGK and still be able to lay an egg… his experience bar has already left our class in the dust by 100%.”

Bai Ling sneered. “You even believe his nonsense.”

Even if that stinking chicken laid an egg, it was definitely for that beta lover of his.

Brooding and egg-laying had always been highly sensitive topics for young omegas. North glanced down; as expected, the “Little Seafood” group chat had exploded, with everyone gossiping back and forth.

[10th Session—Seafood Sashimi Stall]

[Steamed Sea Urchin with Egg]: So strong! Is this the power of a raptor? To squeeze out an egg without even touching alpha pheromones—how deep must that love be?

[A Prawn for 999]: Alpha pheromone guidance is only one of the necessary conditions. Most importantly, you need a comfortable nest, a bright environment, and gentle, lingering spiritual soothing, etc. In short, whenever you feel particularly comfortable, that’s when you want to drop an egg.

[Sea Bunny with Wasabi]: Eek, you’re making my feelers stand up.

[A Prawn for 999]: And I’m quite certain this Young Master Raptor is joking. His egg-laying partner is likely someone else.

[Steamed Sea Urchin with Egg]: ? There’s tea!

[A Prawn for 999]: It’s… a long story.

[Sea Bunny with Wasabi]: (Tapping shrimp shell.jpg) Then make it short!

[A Prawn for 999]: Ahem, actually, it’s a melodramatic saga of a wealthy family’s grievances—an entanglement between a Scum Beta and a Wretched Omega. I only heard some details while gossiping with a noble socialite friend before; I can’t guarantee it’s all true. Do you know the name “Heinz”? The high-ranking civil servant of the TGK who gives speeches on the news every day. You definitely wouldn’t imagine that such a powerful high official used to be fit only for serving tea and water to the Young Master…

[Sea Bunny with Wasabi]: !!! The Domineering Young Master and his Pretty Slave? Is it that exciting?

[Steamed Sea Urchin with Egg]: (Bringing a small stool, raising feelers)

[A Prawn for 999]: This is nothing; what comes after is the real kicker! The two of them were childhood friends who grew up together. The Young Master was a year older than the slave, and they lived and ate together all day. Given the restlessness of puberty, it was inevitable that something would happen (you know what I mean). Although the Young Master had a bad temper, he was particularly tolerant of this “younger brother.” He accepted the loss and even paid to send the little slave to university. That slave was indeed ambitious; after graduation, he entered the Central Government and ground his way up. A beta actually managed to out-compete a bunch of alphas and enter the political core inner circle.

[A Prawn for 999]: As the saying goes, the tables turn. The Young Master’s family gradually fell into ruin, while the slave’s position rose steadily. One would think that out of devotion to their past bond, the little servant would show gratitude and give the Young Master a hand. But who would have thought—tsk tsk tsk—that on the first day Lord Heinz was promoted, he did something subhuman to the Young Master in front of his entire family—

[Steamed Sea Urchin with Egg]: Suggested keywords: #AgeGap, #Yandere, #MasterAndServant, #Subversion

[Sea Bunny with Wasabi]: Don’t pause mid-sentence, hurry up, what happened?

In the chilly classroom, the teacher was slowly and tediously lecturing on the Empire’s newly established procreation policies. North glanced at the latest message flashing on the terminal.

[A Prawn for 999]: …The slave didn’t even bother to disembark from the starship. With a leisurely point of his pale hand, he directly ordered people to seal off the Duke’s manor. The Young Master was frantic with worry; he cast aside his dignity and pleaded in front of his entire family before finally being allowed to board the ship. But Heinz ordered the small door to be shuttered and, under the watchful eyes of the public, played with the Young Master until he lost consciousness.

[A Prawn for 999]: Word has it that many people heard the Young Master’s wailing through the door—it was truly miserable. Finally, the small door slid open, and a blue tentacle curled around the Young Master and tossed him onto the landing pad. Then, Void Ship No. 1, bearing the mark of the Imperial Family, tilted its bow and sped away, leaving behind a trail of thick smoke.

The Prawn described it so vividly, as if they had witnessed it themselves. As North processed the story, a strange feeling began to emerge.

[Sea Bunny with Wasabi]: Why do I feel like the Scum Beta’s style is so much like…

[Steamed Sea Urchin with Egg]: (The Lord Eunuch has arrived)

[Sea Bunny with Wasabi]: Yes, yes, yes! It has that “Eastern Depot” vibe.

[A Prawn for 999]: Well… calling the Inner Officials’ group “interstellar eunuchs” is about right. As the Emperor’s personal head secretaries; they pass down orders and their voice is often higher than that of ministers or councilors.

Isn’t this just a modern version of the Farmer and the Snake?

Having ended up with such an ungrateful, sinister, and malicious lover, North began to worry about Sava’s mental state. Looking at Sava again, he was lying on the table sleeping with a furrowed brow, lost in some kind of nightmare, grinding his teeth and mumbling:

“That’s… my… squirrel! Go eat yours…”

North: “…..”

An Eagle-Owl… really does eat anything. Ha, haha.