Capítulo 3: Omega Vase Chapter 3: What Does Omega Mean?
Baylor found himself suddenly in a vast snowfield, and behind him, there was a man in a dark gray military uniform.
In the wind and snow, the man's hair was wind-blown messy, under the flying forehead hair were extremely profound eyebrows, his body from the shoulder down there was a 1cm wide, almost through the entire upper body of the wound. The dried and discolored blood has already stained the uniform fabric to the point where the original color could hardly be seen.
However, he did not care at all about his horrible wounds, still advancing against the wind and snow, and even straightened his back.
This man was a tough guy. Baylor thought to himself. Then Baylor found himself after a short pause, also turned his head towards the front and began to run up. But not for long, he braked again and turned back to the man.
There were times when he waited there, and the man caught up with him and would touch his head before they moved forward together.
Finally, they seemed to be arriving at their destination.
It was a small crashed flying machine.
The craft still had an abstract wolf symbol on its shell.
The man exhaled gently, then lowered his head to look at him, his frosty eyebrows dripping with appreciation, then spoke in a cold voice that didn't match at all, "It's so windy and snowy, it's hard for you to lead the way."
Baylor felt a heartfelt joy rise up in her heart. And as the man's large palm caressed the top of his head, he felt his taut mental energy suddenly loosen up, as if his tired muscles had been given a massage.
And then–
Then, Baylor woke up.
In the early morning sunlight, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear, as if he had not fallen asleep at all. But in fact, he fell asleep, not only fell asleep, but also had a messy dream. The feeling in the dream just now, that weird numbing comfort of the scalp, the same as last night!
The man's cold palm temperature seemed to remain on his forehead, Baylor's face was wooden as he reached out and rubbed his forehead as well as his hair, which eliminated the strange feeling of touch.
But at the same time, he also found that sentinel powerful spiritual power brought about by the mental fatigue and irritability also disappeared.
For the first time since coming to this world, he had the refreshment that comes with rest.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to Baylor, who used to feel this way every time he took a small white tablet made from 'guide' when healing after a mission.
What was this all about?
Puzzled, Baylor was ready to get up from the bed, but when he did, he let out a muffled grunt, and then his face suddenly went black. The pain that was like being run over by a car dispelled all his previous thoughts. Because yesterday was too disregarding the physical condition, now he felt the sinful feedback.
"Damn it… What kind of trash body is this?" Baylor gritted his teeth, held his waist, then slowly moved to put his feet on the ground.
However, as soon as he stood up – fuck!
Baylor hurriedly held on to the bed to stabilize his body that almost fell straight to its knees because of his weak legs.
Baylor, "…"
Today he needed to start working out. A thousand sets of physical training every day!
Just as Baylor was heading to the bathroom to wash up, there was a knock on the door.
Then a projection suddenly appeared in the air showing what was outside the room. It was Toynbee, wearing this dark three-piece suit, and he said to the camera, "Good morning, Mr. Baylor, are you up? We need to go to the testing center today for a qualification test."
There was such a thing.
Toynbee had sent a message last night that the equipment in this world was also a little different from what he was familiar with, but roughly the same, and he had studied it for a while last night and had probably figured out the simple uses of the equipment.
"Wait a minute, I need to wash up." Baylor held his waist and replied in an unpleasant manner.
Toynbee was a bit confused, why did his voice sound so feeble? Did he not sleep well last night?
About half an hour later, Toynbee took Baylor along in his private hover car.
This was a new thing for Baylor, he looked at the river reflecting the sunlight under the car, a little excited, "How much is this thing? Can I buy one?"
When he was a sentinel, Baylor had a buggy assigned to him, but because the sentinel was not suitable for living in a crowd, he usually stayed in the base, and did not drive much. And he did not like to drive that buggy, one engine roar was very torturous to him, the second he used it, his sensory abilities would cause him to easily get carsick.
But this hover car was good, no sound driving at all, but also very smooth, so that he did not feel motion sickness at all.
Toynbee glanced at Baylor in confusion and said, "You should have a deposit, but as far as I know, you don't have a driver's license."
"Just get one." He'd even taken a fighter jet license, and passed with a perfect score.
"…" Toynbee wanted to say something but stopped.
Because he felt that for Baylor, an F-class qualified person, the pilot's license was out of reach.
After the previous tyrant was overthrown, the privileged access in this country was reduced to nothing. Although Baylor's current status was a Count, he could only go to the citizen testing center for qualification testing.
"In fact, you did a qualification test last year, and the test results should not change much. You need a new qualification test only to help you with the transfer of assets." Toynbee transferred all kinds of documents to Baylor's terminal.
Baylor first saw the document, his own information column showing age: 19, gender: male omega. At this point Baylor recalled that Toynbee had said the word omega yesterday. He frowned, pointed to the 'omega' on the document and asked, "Hey, what does that mean?"
Toynbee looked at him weirdly, not knowing how to answer for a moment, "Of course it's your gender." He thought Baylor was afraid of the qualification test, so he was talking nonsense, after all, for a person with F-level qualification results, every test was a kind of psychological torture. So to lighten the mood, he jokingly said, "You're not going to tell me today that you're not an omega, are you?"
"…" Baylor suddenly asked, "What are you?"
Toynbee replied, "I'm a beta."
At this moment, a guide robot came to Baylor, "Mr. Baylor, please come with me."
Baylor could only put his doubts aside for the time being and stood up with difficulty. He followed the robot and came to a research room with white and gray colors and a lot of green plants.
After receiving the relevant documents from Baylor's terminal, the robot smiled at Baylor and said, "Please wait here."
Baylor stood there, his muscles aching so badly that he simply supported his back with his hands and gave himself a massage. After he entered the room, many of the staff members in white coats and research uniforms in this research room cast a glance containing amazement.
Usually people feel uncomfortable at such times and pretend not to see anything.
But Baylor did not dodge, just held his waist. Those who looked over, he would gaze back coldly, one by one.
At this time a woman with a sister's habit approached, "Are you Mr. Baylor…" When she saw Baylor's posture, she paused for a moment and realized, "Ah… Are you pregnant?"
"…?" Baylor looked at the staff member with a cold face. Was she talking to him, and why was she asking such an impossible question?
The woman very enthusiastically guided Baylor, "Come over here." How can a pregnant omega just stand there?!"
"…" Oh, she was really talking to him.
After a second of silence, Baylor narrowed his eyes, "Who are you saying is pregnant?"
"You…"
At that moment another person hurriedly came over and stopped, "What are you talking nonsense there, read the information first, he doesn't even have an alpha yet."
The woman was a little embarrassed and replied in a low voice, "I saw him holding his waist and I thought… I'm really sorry sir, I misunderstood you." She sincerely apologized to the person in front of her.
However, Baylor caught the key information in their conversation and, like a thunderstorm, he asked with difficulty, "… I… Can I get pregnant?"
The short-haired staff member froze for a moment and subconsciously replied, "Ah, you're an omega, as long as you're healthy, of course you can get pregnant, don't worry."
Baylor: ????!
The instrument on her wrist alerted her and she hurriedly said, "The qualification test is about to begin, please follow me – the qualification test includes the testing of your body potential, pheromone purity and mental power. After entering the testing chamber, the testing solution inside will have a calming effect, so you will temporarily fall asleep, but don't worry! When the test is over, you will wake up within five minutes–" After taking the person to the testing chamber and routinely finishing the precautions, the staff member found that Baylor was still in a trance. She asked with some concern, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Baylor felt his world view cracked and he asked incredulously, "… A man can get pregnant?" Is the technology tree of this world so small?
The staff didn't understand why Baylor was still asking this question, and she replied with uncertainty, "Of course, you're an omega."
"…"
"Please go and change your clothes."
Forty minutes later, the results of the qualification test came out, the sister-headed staff read the results, she raised her head to look at the youth who was still lying in the testing chamber wrapped in light blue liquid.
In the water, the young man's hair was like seaweed as it floated, his white skin was glittering like jade, beautiful as a sea demon. She said with a tone of regret, "E qualification… No wonder he's been asking if omega can be pregnant, it turns out he is a fool."
It's a pity.
The senior next to her said, "Don't talk nonsense!" She looked at the overly talkative newcomer with a bit of a headache, "You handle the next thing here, I'll take the results out first." She carefully admonished, "Don't talk too much in front of people."
"Yes."
"E?" Toynbee, who was waiting outside, glanced at the qualification determination result in his hand and was surprised, "Are you sure?"
"The test result is not wrong." The staff member who came out to deliver the results thought Toynbee was reluctant to accept the results, she comforted, "You don't have to be too sad, the little gentleman is so beautiful, in fact, the qualification is okay."
But Toynbee waved his hand, "Oh, no, you misunderstood." He took the results and looked over and over in amazement, "This result is very good."
The staff looked confused, "?" Could it be that he was struck dumb?
And Toynbee still took that result and looked at it carefully, fearing that he had read it wrong.
After all-
How could it be an E qualification?
Wasn't last year's test F?
Even as a minor, it was impossible for a qualification to increase one level in a year, not to mention that Baylor was already an adult, so it was reasonable that the qualification should not change anymore. He looked carefully and found that apart from physical ability, the rest of the items had gone up across the board, even including the purity of pheromone, which normally doesn't change.
And –
He looked at the 'orange blossom' on the pheromone scent, and he frowned a little suspiciously. He remembered that the information showed that Baylor's pheromone scent was 'Eve Sion Rose'.
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