Chapter ９

"Before bringing your opponent, let me explain that the people Mr. Morsi is going to demonstrate are alphas like us, but they are alphas from other places, so the demonstration is a bit dangerous. That's why I chose one who I think is the strongest among you to represent."

"Did Alpha come from somewhere else?" Someone shouted.

The coach nodded first, and then unfolded "Alpha from Dion District".

Everyone waited quietly, suddenly realizing that Dieng D.C. was the territory that Mahanakhon Pearl had revolutionized and seized power two years ago, and this was the latest invasion by Mahanakhon Pearl. Of course, the reason is also for peace, because the commune has a ruling system in favor of the Betas and Omegas, which runs counter to their ideas. So the Great Pearl must put the centre of its rule here and not want to plunge a small piece of territory beyond its control into chaos.

In fact, decades ago, Pearl was just a territory, but when racist ideas emerged, Pearl began sending ambassadors to negotiate with other territories. If the other territories agree, it will be treated as an alliance, but if it does not, it will be forced to become a specially administered territory. If it does not agree, it will face charges of treason.

No territory is willing to accept inhumane social norms, but Great Pearl is an ancient and vast territory with many allies. The invasion was so powerful that there was no territory to resist, so the territory of Little Dieng was there and there was no choice.

Although not a very clever man, Jeremy knew that sending ambassadors to negotiate and align other territories with Pearl was not actually for peace. Powerful people only want to obtain Omega resources from other sources as products of their secret money creation, even though they say Omega is dirty. In fact, I just don't want to admit that alphas like them can't compete with Omega.

Omega is hot. . . Alpha's reaction is the same as that of alpha controlled by Omega.

What is a class that thinks itself superior and what is a humble peace are just excuses for power. As for seizing power, Jeremy often thought. Even in the alpha community, there are divisions, don't believe you see, just different origins, different habitats, so where is the peace? Everything is for the benefit of some people.

But Jeremy didn't mind. He is excited to fight alpha from other places. The trainer gave him a demonstration, which meant he had to have extraordinary combat skills.

"I think you all know him, Chris Fox... treason."

Very familiar. There was a sudden roar in the gym. Everyone has heard of Alpha, the youngest son of the Fox family, the sole ruler of Dior D.C. He was thought to be the rest of the family, as the others had given their lives for the Great Pearl Revolution, while he survived because he was being held hostage for bargaining. If Chris ended up being deprived of his liberty and spent two years in prison.

"You can go to the arena, Mr. Messi, and I'll bring him."

Jeremy nodded and went straight to the ring, in front of Albert, looking at him, not wanting his friend to represent him. His intuition didn't improve, and he didn't know what terrible things would happen next.

Bad news about a prisoner named Chris Fox. This is not Jeremy's friend. Where is he?

Jeremy doesn't care if she doesn't leave. Although he doesn't want to fight with people whose fate is so miserable, Chris's history makes young people wonder how good each other is. That's why our coach brought us such a demonstration.

The trainer left the gym for a moment, then returned, two large guards following a young man, all eyes fixed on the newcomer. At first glance, I knew that the man in orange prison uniform was the one mentioned just now.

But the young man did not look at all like a prisoner, was tall, as big or even taller as Jeremy, and looked prominent and stylish. All-black eyes and dark brown hair together drive his charm, so that no one can take his eyes away. But just a handsome face is not enough to attract all eyes. The reason why everyone is staring at him is Chris Fox's majesty and arrogance.

You know you're a nobleman. . . Looks like a prince!

It is not guilty to be called a prince. He was the sole heir to the ruler from Deonni's territory. Although he is only a rebel prisoner now, this has not weakened his majesty in the slightest. The longer the eyes, the more people who look at him avoid.

Those eyes have some power, which makes people afraid. . .

Jeremy was no exception, with the lump in his left sternum beating as before as his eyes stared at the opponent's arrival from afar.

Not scared, not excited. . . It's an indescribable feeling.

I was excited at first, but just a few seconds later Jeremy realized that this was not the time when his hands began to tremble, and his nose smelled a strange smell.

It smells good. . . I can't smell it.

Inexplicable. . . I don't know what it smells like, I just know it makes him a little dizzy.

No. . . Not very few. The closer he got to each other, the stronger the smell became, and his body became hotter and hotter, starting from his face, spreading to his throat and chest, and spreading to his whole body like a fever. To make matters worse, it began to suffocate and lose its balance.

Jeremy leaned against the post at the corner of the stage, trying to control his breathing, but it was not easy, and worse, when a man named Chris was handcuffed and wearing gloves and walked onto the stage, he faced each other directly. So that he can clearly smell each other's smell.

That's too bad. . . Worst of all, now the heat has spread to all places, even. . . There it is.

It's rising!

Jeremy had never felt such pain. He lost control, his previous posture, suddenly fleeting, and now he began to stand up straight, strange symptoms. This made Albert, who had been watching for a long time, have an illusion. He rushed to him and asked in a low voice.

"Jamie, are you all right?"

My friend's mouth didn't answer, only narrowed his eyes and looked back. Jeremy tried to stand up straight again, but this time it wasn't so easy. By accident, he lost his foothold and fell on the stage with a loud voice.

All eyes were fixed on the top of the sound, wondering what the bad guys were. Cried Albert hastily, feeling very unhappy.

"Jamie, if you can't come down, I'll take you to the infirmary."

Jeremy's breathing became louder and louder, and the trainer noticed it and wanted to come over and ask him if something was wrong. Something held him back.

Not only the coach, but everyone here. . .

It smells. . .

Omega pheromone smell!