2|My Luck

Arisia

Well, that's a lot of Omega pheromones wafting around.

I grimaced. The more strength someone has, the more sensitive their senses would be.

And my nose is being bombarded by a myriad of pheromones. I can even identify some with 1-S and 2-S types.

Omegas with that pheromone strength are very precious, in our Empire and the others. 

So how the hell are there so many approaching here?

I dutifully restrained my dominant pheromones, lest I displease my rescuers and omegas. 

It was never good to displease the omegas. After all, they have some nasty tempers when provoked.

The wooden door slowly creaked open and (I can only assume) a guard slowly stared around the room before focusing on me.

That's some...concentrated hostility.

I mused in silence.

The man took a defensive stance, the spear made of unknown material in his hand pointed at me. A couple of guards slowly entered to back the man in lead.

Am I being treated as an attacker? My brows twitched and I pursed my lips.

While Alphas are generally aggressive, it could be said that I'm far more tame and mild. 

Even the people in the medical unit (the harshest mouths) call me harmless at first sight.

I guess it's not working here.

"Hello." I initiated. 

Seeing the silence as well as their guarded stances, I could only cleared my throat and continue.

"I am assuming that your people saved me. I am thankful for such act. I'm Arisia Vin Leonel, the Captain of the 12th Platoon from the First legion of the Jolk Empire. If you have doubts about my identity, you can search my name up in the website of the Military Official Portal in the Intranet." I said in one breathe. 

I fear that once I didn't explained clearly, they would stab me.

I mean, they can't defeat me with just spears but hurting an Omega is a death sentence. Literally.

The man leading in front frowned, his stance eased but he never dropped his guard. 

"Albe, call His Highness the Crown Prince." I heard the man said.

The one being called immediately left.

Then silence returned. Well, I do know that in some Empires and federations, omegas hated alphas. 

It must be my bad luck working if I get saved by those types of omegas.

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"If I may ask, can I know in which Empire this planet belongs?" I asked a question, in which it was met with silence.

Now, this is getting awkward.

"Are you an alpha?" In the prolonged silence, the guard on the left of the man leading in front, asked.

"...I am." 

As if in disbelief, the man lowered his head and murmured something.

"Impossible. How can an Alpha be so polite? He must be pretending. She's a he!"

Mr. Guard, are you having some misunderstandings regarding Alphas? My eyes twitched. I subconsciously disregarded his latter words.

I admit that there are a lot of Alphas that are ruled with their pheromones and are aggressive, but it can be said that those from Jolk are polite folks.

They are aggressive, yes, but they know how to restrain themselves, much more in front of omegas.

Being rude and violent to an Omega is equivalent to being made a social pariah in Jolk Empire.

Social Execution, as my comrades say.

I'm pretty sure our neighboring allies and enemies thought of the same thing. 

"I must correct your words, Mr. Guard. Although Alphas like us are indeed aggressive and easily irritable, we have been taught and trained since young to be polite and respectful to others, especially the omegas." I stated.

"This might be a rude and invasive question, but are the Alphas in this planet not being trained like that? Then so, I can help submit a report on behalf of your representatives to the Universal Federation once I connect to the Intranet." 

Thinking that I might have landed on a far away planet, away from the grasp of Universal Federation, my voice softened. 

Maybe that's the reason they were so wary. The Alphas here are not trained from young. So they assumed that I might be the same.

It also explained how backward the things here are. This planet might not have developed that much without the help of a Federation or an Empire.

The guards remained silent but they have varying degrees of emotions on their faces. 

Seeing the unwillingness to talk from the guards, I sighed.

I was about to open my mouth to continue persuading them to submit a formal complaint through me when I felt a powerful aura coming.

Now, that's a domineering presence.

I subconsciously muttered as I saw a man enter the room.

I must say, damn.

I have seen a lot of beautiful people; Alphas, Betas, and Omegas alike. But I can't help but blink at the beauty in front.

Wait, it's too rude to gawk at someone. 

My eyes awkwardly averted from his cautious gaze.

Now that I think about it, it's also rude of me to continue talking to them while sitting in the capsule.

Under their wary gazes, I slowly stood up and exited the capsule.

My hand tapped the capsule the same frequency I used to open it and it slowly melted.

The zeta metal is the most flexible metal element found in the Jolk Empire, and along with the special spatial formula and technology of the professor at Jolk Academy, they succeeded in decompressing and compressing a large amount of metal.

It resulted in soldiers being able to carry their sentient Mechas around.

And though Xiva is no longer sentient, it still has this function. 

Seeing Xiva shrinking and being worn as a bracelet in my wrist made me sigh.

The once brilliant silver bracelet became tattered with missing edges. 

My eyes moved upward and met stunned gazes.

Ah right. This place's technology is backwards. 

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