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

This was a massive fleet.

Those densely packed warships were arranged in a neat matrix. Their pitch-black hulls were cold and solemn, like chess pieces set out across a board—orderly to an almost eerie degree.

And at the very center, in the area surrounded and guarded by the fleet, a colossal heavy cruiser—countless times larger than the warships around it—stood silently in place.

It was a towering behemoth taken to the absolute extreme. Even compared to the boundless star sea of the universe, its presence could not be ignored.

Its black, icy exterior gleamed with a metallic luster. Its vast, soaring body looked like an enormous space fortress.

Just standing there, it brought an endless sense of pressure to any onlooker. Even Kanirila, off to the side, seemed a little “small” by comparison.

At this moment, aboard that colossal heavy cruiser, countless Saint Clan members each performed their duties. They moved through every corner of the ship, making final preparations at all times.

This was also to ensure that if anything unexpected happened on Kanirila, the warship could respond immediately.

As for what kind of response—

The adjutant in charge of taking over control, Alvin, did not issue an explicit order, but everyone in the command room knew.

Their King had once again fallen into a mental energy rampage.

This time, the situation might not be optimistic.

So much so that they had been forced to withdraw from Kanirila in advance, leaving only Mansendis there by himself.

This was the fate no Saint Clan could escape—gradually being assimilated by darkness in the midst of pain.

They were already familiar with it. Used to it. They even had a specialized procedure for dealing with this kind of loss-of-control situation.

After all, the more powerful a Saint Clan member was, the harder it was to shake off the torment brought by mental agitation. Those who could not endure it would ultimately fall into total madness. In order not to let these kin run wild with destruction and slaughter—and also to leave them dignity and decency—every Saint Clan member’s first lesson upon reaching adulthood was to kill their “fallen” kin.

And compared to ordinary Saint Clan members, if Mansendis, as one of royal blood, lost control, no normal Saint Clan member had the ability to stop him.

All they could do was stay aboard the warship and wait for an unknown outcome.

As time passed, the atmosphere on the ship grew more and more severe with each day.

Just when Alvin was starting to believe hope was slim, he received a transmission from his superior—

from that Saint Clan tyrant.

Mansendis’s order was concise:

“Bring some medicine that humans can use.”

Alvin: “.......”

Wait. What?!

Medicine humans can use?!

Alvin almost thought he had misheard.

Where did a human come from? There were humans on that planet?

The Saint Clan in the command room could only stare as the adjutant—famous for his calm, severe composure—finished connecting to Mansendis’s message, and for the first time ever, that always-unruffled face showed a look of utter confusion.

And what Alvin and the Saint Clan on this ship still did not know was that something even more shocking was waiting for them afterward.

........

Wen Yuzhi felt like he had just had an extremely long dream.

In the dream, he seemed /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ to return to childhood. Back then, his father Wen Che and his mother Madam Jilanya had not yet met with disaster. The three of them lived in the old residence on the capital planet.

Sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A little cub, like a fluffy snowball, sat on a soft carpet in his mother’s arms.

“What color is this?”

“Blue.”

“And this one?”

“Pink.”

“Ah, our Zhizhi is so amazing. When he grows up, he’ll definitely be a designer with an extremely sharp sense of color.”

The woman with refined, gentle features smiled warmly.

Hearing their conversation, Wen Che hurriedly leaned in too. “Being a designer is so boring. I think Zhizhi is so brave—why not come with us and explore space in the future, and be the third-ranked adventurer?”

“Then who are first and second?”

“Of course it’s you and me. You’ll be first, I’ll be second. Zhizhi is younger than us, so he’s third.”

Wen Che’s words made everyone laugh, and that bright laughter echoed through the house for a long, long time.

Even after Wen Yuzhi grew up, he still remembered that afternoon—his family gathered together, so warm, so happy.

Because not long after that, the aircraft his parents were piloting crashed. The fuselage completely broke apart. The two people who had promised they would take him traveling as soon as they got back did not even leave behind intact remains. They became dust, scattered across the vast star sea.

That year, Wen Yuzhi was only seven.

Dreaming again of that scene from his memories, Wen Yuzhi desperately wished the dream could last a little longer.

But no matter how long a dream was, it still had an end.

The beautiful images faded away bit by bit, replaced by slightly cool air and the damp, earthy smell of soil.

Where was he?

Wen Yuzhi thought hazily.

Why did his bed smell like soil?

Wait. Soil?!

The memories of the past few days seemed to rush back all at once in that instant.

The image of the starship accident flashed through his mind, followed by the escape pod landing on an unfamiliar planet, and that nearly sky-blotting silver giant monster, and the stray beast baring its fangs...

In the end, the final scene that froze in place—right before his consciousness disappeared—was him sitting by a fire, warming himself.

“.......”

Wen Yuzhi suddenly opened his eyes, but what entered his vision was not his ramshackle shelter.

It was a stretch of cold, silvery white.

He froze for a moment, then instinctively felt that that wash of silver-white was familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before.

But Wen Yuzhi quickly understood where that sense of familiarity came from.

Because he realized where he was now—inside the giant pit at the center of the ruins.

That silver giant beast was lying right beside him. The silver-white Wen Yuzhi had seen was nothing else but the other’s bone wings, spread out and then drooping down.

In other words, Wen Yuzhi was completely gathered beneath those bone wings.

What happened?

How was he here?

One question after another bubbled up over Wen Yuzhi’s head.

Before he could sort out the situation, a low humming sound suddenly came from above.

Something shaped like a small ship descended not far away.

The gangway lowered slowly. Several figures in neat, formal military uniforms walked down from the craft.

The one in front was a tall, long-limbed man with delicate, handsome features. He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and his whole manner looked scholarly and gentle.

An Alpha?

Wen Yuzhi wasn’t quite sure.

He did not sense any pheromones on the other.

And the uniform style these people wore was one Wen Yuzhi had never seen before, either.

Did the military have uniforms like this?

Wen Yuzhi tilted his head in confusion.

But he did not think too deeply about it. The government enforced a strict education system between Alphas and Omegas. Wen Yuzhi’s access to information was extremely limited—mostly filtered things like art, flower arranging, and cooking. Only Alphas and Betas could enter the military.

Under those circumstances, if there were special units he did not recognize, that was normal.

Besides, compared to that, what Wen Yuzhi cared about more was whether they were a rescue team sent from the capital planet.

He had no idea that while he was mistaking Alvin and the Saint Clan for rescuers, Alvin and the others were just as shocked when they saw Wen Yuzhi.

So it really was a human...

Alvin quietly glanced at the bone wings blocking Wen Yuzhi on all sides. If he was not mistaken...

Not long ago, their King had used these bone wings to tear open the Padar people’s defensive system. And that Padar general the Padar people praised the most seemed to have died under these very bone wings as well.

But what was he seeing now?

Their King was actually sheltering this human beneath his bone wings!

If Alvin did not know for a fact that no brazen fool would ever dare impersonate the Saint Clan, he would have suspected that the King in front of him was not real.

Alvin was already like this; the other Saint Clan members were even worse. One way or another, they were all studying Wen Yuzhi with curious eyes.

And the more they looked, the more they suddenly felt that this human seemed... kind of cute.

Compared to the Saint Clan’s tall, massive bodies, Wen Yuzhi looked very “small,” and that was not even counting the fact that his body had shrunk by a full size now.

In these Saint Clan members’ eyes, Wen Yuzhi looked like a cub that had not grown up yet—soft and fragile. And when he carefully clung to the bone wings and peeked his head out, those wide eyes, that wary, uneasy gaze...

He looked exactly like a kitten leaving its nest for the first time, cautiously testing the world outside.

Even though the Saint Clan were naturally not interested in those small animals that were highly sought-after in other star sectors, they could not deny it—

Looking at Wen Yuzhi made them feel like they had been hit with something unbearably cute.

Wen Yuzhi still did not know what they were thinking. He was still wondering how to communicate with the rescue team. He did not want to be sent back again after finally, painfully escaping from that place.

But before Wen Yuzhi could struggle with it for long, in the next moment, the man in front walked straight toward the giant beast.

Wen Yuzhi heard him speak in a respectful tone, calling out to the beast:

“Your Majesty.”

Your Majesty?

Wen Yuzhi blinked in shock.

And then something even more shocking happened.

The silver giant beast slowly vanished—

No. More precisely, it did not vanish.

It became a person.

Silk-like silver hair spilled down to the waist. His frame was tall, his aura razor-cold. Those golden pupils—bright like the rising sun—were calm and indifferent, carrying an icy, profound gleam.

Even in human form, the oppressive pressure around him did not lessen in the slightest.

If anything, it was even more terrifying than any Alpha Wen Yuzhi had ever seen.

Fear rose in Wen Yuzhi’s chest again.

No matter how slow he was, Wen Yuzhi finally realized that what was happening was not the “rescue team arriving to provide humanitarian aid” the way he had assumed.

These people knew this giant beast.

Then who were they?

And—

Wen Yuzhi glanced at the giant pit beside him, then recalled the moment the beast turned into a man, and he could not help feeling dazed.

These people...

Were they really human?!