Healing the Omega, I Became the Whole Clan's Darling

Wen Yuzhi asked that out of basic politeness.

He didn’t know the Saint Clan didn’t need to eat around the clock. He just instinctively felt that everyone had been busy working up until now, and it wasn’t very appropriate for him to be the only one eating here.

Alvin was just about to explain that they didn’t need to replenish energy at the moment, when Mansendis suddenly spoke, out of nowhere: "Bring the nutrient solution over."

Hearing that, Alvin froze for a moment, then excitement flashed in Alvin’s eyes almost immediately.

Ever since Mansendis’s mental energy had become more and more unstable, Mansendis had rarely eaten anymore, deliberately reducing the energy in his body, trying to use that method to suppress the restless, bloodthirsty impulse deep inside.

But for the Saint Clan, that was not a good sign.

It meant their King’s condition was very likely already serious—serious enough that Mansendis had to stop eating to prevent greater destruction after losing reason.

Even if the Saint Clan didn’t need to eat every day like humans did, going without any nutrition for a long time would inevitably leave even the Saint Clan weakened.

Alvin hadn’t never tried to persuade Mansendis. But no matter how Alvin urged it, the Saint Clan monarch on the throne had rejected it with icy indifference.

Mansendis’s expression was detached as he sat on that tall, lonely throne. Light and shadow split beneath his feet—half sinking into darkness, half returning to brightness. His head was slightly lowered, and the golden pupils beneath his lashes looked half-closed. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

That scene fell into Alvin’s eyes, and for some reason, Alvin suddenly felt an inexpressible loneliness and fatigue from this highest ruler of the Saint Clan.

Like a spark buried under ash—calm on the surface, madness pressed down underneath. No one knew how long that calm could last. And they knew even less what kind of power it would brew when that deeply buried flame finally erupted.

It was also from that time on that Alvin gave up on persuading him.

No matter what decision their King made, Alvin would follow it.

Now that Mansendis had taken the initiative to show the intention to eat, no matter what, in Alvin’s eyes, this was clearly a good change.

Alvin brought over the nutrient solution Mansendis wanted.

On the enormous conference table, those few tubes of nutrient solution took up only a tiny corner.

Wen Yuzhi looked at his own spread—milk, meat, fruit—and then looked at the nutrient solution in front of Mansendis, which seemed especially monotonous. Sometimes, you didn’t feel it until you had the comparison.

Those few tubes looked downright pitiful against the backdrop of a table loaded with food.

It made Wen Yuzhi, as the guest, feel a little bad.

He thought for a moment, then picked up a plate of ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) fruit he hadn’t touched and set it in front of Mansendis, so at least it wouldn’t look quite so meager.

Of course, he couldn’t say that.

So when Mansendis looked over, Wen Yuzhi lifted his head slightly, and that snow-white, soft face of his was revealed without any cover.

His tone was obedient, and his wording was perfectly measured.

"This fruit is very sweet. You can try it."

Even now, Wen Yuzhi still didn’t know how he should address Mansendis, so he simply chose to use "you" in a respectful form.

The small red fruits still had fresh, tender green stems. Each one was plump and round, looking enticing.

With that comparison, even the nutrient solution beside it seemed bland and tasteless.

Most Saint Clan nutrient solutions were extracted from minerals. Those energy-rich minerals could provide the Saint Clan with a huge amount of nutrition, but at the same time, the taste was... honestly hard to describe.

Maybe the Saint Clan simply weren’t enthusiastic about anything besides fighting. Even after so many years, the flavor of the nutrient solution hadn’t improved one bit.

But for Mansendis, food had no difference in his eyes. Whether it was these small red fruits or nutrient solution, they were just things to fill energy.

By his usual habits, he would choose the nutrient solution without hesitation—the one that could replenish a large amount of energy.

Simple. Efficient.

You could say that wasn’t just his habit—it was the habit of the entire Saint Clan. They rarely spent time on anything outside of battle. Eating, to them, was more like a way to maintain vital signs.

So the convenient, quick nutrient solution was naturally their first choice.

And yet, under Wen Yuzhi’s gaze, Mansendis’s eyes paused on the nutrient solution for a moment, and in the end, as if compelled by something, he picked up the spine-spine fruit beside it.

The fruit was full of juice, but in his mouth, it tasted like chewing wax.

Wen Yuzhi had no idea. Seeing that the other had eaten the spine-spine fruit Wen Yuzhi recommended, the tension in Wen Yuzhi’s brows and eyes immediately eased.

"Isn’t it sweet?"

Sweet?

Mansendis couldn’t taste it at all. With a blank expression, he swallowed the fruit, thinking that maybe only cubs would like something like this.

Not getting a response, Wen Yuzhi didn’t mind. He was just about to sit back down when, unintentionally, he met pairs of hidden yet scorching gazes.

Every Saint Clan member in the command room was staring intently at Wen Yuzhi—and at the spine-spine fruit placed in front of Mansendis.

They didn’t speak, but somehow Wen Yuzhi could read a hint of longing from those eager expressions.

Want.

It was like those two words were written all over their eyes.

Alvin even pressed a fist lightly to the lower lip and coughed a few times, as if casually saying, "Everyone seems to be a little hungry too."

Hungry?

If you were hungry, shouldn’t you go eat?

Wen Yuzhi blinked. He looked at the Saint Clan who kept watching him, then looked at the remaining spine-spine fruit on the table...

All at once, it was like he understood something.

Wen Yuzhi tentatively picked up the untouched spine-spine fruit and handed one to Alvin first.

The response was a gentle "Thank you" from this adjutant.

After that, wherever Wen Yuzhi went, he received one hoarse, dry, slightly unpracticed "Thank you" after another.

By the time Wen Yuzhi made a full round and came back, his hands were completely empty. All the spine-spine fruit had been handed out. Every single Saint Clan in the command room had a share—no one missed.

But what was strange was that Alvin had said they were hungry, yet these Saint Clan carefully cradled the fruit, showing no sign of intending to eat it.

Wen Yuzhi: "......"

He truly didn’t understand you Saint Clan.

And just like that, the matter of eating was temporarily put to an end.

Maybe because his body had shrunk down a full size, Wen Yuzhi really did seem to have a cub’s habit of eating, then sleeping; sleeping, then eating. Before long, he started to feel drowsy.

Seeing Wen Yuzhi yawning again and again, the Saint Clan present also understood that he was sleepy.

Mansendis directly ordered, "Take him to the cabin... forget it. Take him to the lounge by my quarters."

On the Thanatos, a living area had been set aside specifically for the Saint Clan to rest. But there were many Saint Clan there—besides high-ranking ones, there were also countless low-ranking ones. With the strange affinity this human cub had toward the Saint Clan, that place might not be suitable for Wen Yuzhi.

Mansendis simply decided to keep him under his own eye.

Wen Yuzhi listened to their arrangements without showing any objection. First, because this was their territory—if they wanted to arrange him however they liked, they could. Second, because...

The drowsiness hit too fast. Right now, Wen Yuzhi could barely even see the path clearly.

He climbed down from the chair. After swaying forward two steps, his body was already tilting as if he was about to topple.

Mansendis’s brow jumped. Fast as lightning, Mansendis reached out and caught Wen Yuzhi before Wen Yuzhi hit the floor, lifting him up in one motion.

The weight in Mansendis’s hand was light—like lifting a little milk-kitten that had just crawled out of its nest.

Even those slightly widened eyes looked the same—round, and filled with a hazy mist.

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Wen Yuzhi tilted his head. Clearly, he still hadn’t processed what had happened.

By the time he sobered up a little from the drowsiness, he had already been picked up by Mansendis—held in the way you held a small child.

He was sitting in the crook of the other’s arm, with a hand braced at his waist and back.

Walking like that all the way, Wen Yuzhi didn’t know how many Saint Clan he saw who were plainly stunned stiff by the sight.

This... this is their King?

And the one in his arms... is that a human?

He looks kind of cute...

No—wait! Is that the point?!

The point is their King actually took the initiative to hold a human?!

The scene that shattered everything they knew left every Saint Clan who saw it dumbfounded.

Mansendis didn’t care about their looks at all.

At that moment, Mansendis had been the closest to Wen Yuzhi.

Seeing the human cub drop, Mansendis had reached out without thinking.

Since Mansendis had already grabbed him, everything after that just happened naturally.

So Mansendis simply carried this fragile, unusually fussy little cub straight to the lounge.

There was a rest area on the Thanatos set aside specifically for Mansendis. Everything there was fully equipped, but Mansendis almost never stayed there.

It was as if rest wasn’t something Mansendis needed. As long as the condition of the mental sea wasn’t that bad, Mansendis would always handle all kinds of affairs.

So much so that ever since this rest area was built, it was the first time it welcomed a "little guest" to stay in it.

Thinking that cubs tended to like a warm, soft style, Mansendis tapped the wall controller a few times.

And like magic, Wen Yuzhi watched with his own eyes as the room that had been icy and plain white a moment ago rapidly turned into... uh... a cozy, adorable children’s room.

"Do you like it?"

Mansendis asked.

Mansendis’s expression was too cold. Even a simple question like that came off as especially unapproachable.

Wen Yuzhi pressed his lips together, restrained. He glanced at the room, awash in pale yellow and filled with fluffy furnishings, and could only be grateful to himself: at least it wasn’t pink.

But seeing Wen Yuzhi looking so intently, Mansendis misunderstood, thinking Wen Yuzhi was very satisfied with the room.

Mansendis understood.

So cubs really do like these things.