Buy The Marshal Omega Chapter 15

A Non-Existent Mark (2)

The corridor of the aircraft was unusually quiet. The lights were dim, casting a gray shroud over everything.

This aircraft was named the Sky, a name given by Feinier and printed on the hull. Lu Rong had never altered the interior structure; everything remained exactly as it was when Feinier gave it to him. To Lu Rong, this vessel was special in a way. It had accompanied him through the initial adjustment period after his arrival in this world. Even after acquiring the Lutes, Lu Rong had not sold it, choosing instead to keep it parked in this corner.

Walking down the corridor now felt like revisiting an old haunt.

The hallway was smeared with blood. Feinier seemed to have stumbled along like a headless fly. The marks of a dragging snake tail stretched from the floor to the walls and even onto the ceiling. A few feathers lay scattered in the corners. Feinier had left behind many clues, appearing both cautious and reckless at the same time.

Lu Rong lightened his footsteps and followed the blood trail, finding the room X01 had mentioned.

Before entering, X01 expressed a hint of doubt: He didn’t even try to go anywhere else; he just chose the nearest room to hide in. He could have easily started the aircraft and left. Does he not remember this ship?

Lu Rong had already felt a sense of doubt when Shen Danshi was describing the situation earlier. The question X01 asked was the same one he was pondering. He hadn’t restricted Feinier’s movements. Upon seeing a familiar aircraft, Feinier should have immediately realized where he was. Lu Rong thought this would give Feinier a sense of security, yet the sharp-witted Winged Serpent seemed to have noticed nothing.

Lu Rong voiced his doubt: When you examined him, were you certain there were no other issues besides the prosthetic?

Shen Danshi paused for a moment, seemingly searching her memory. The routine check results were normal. I wrote everything else into the medical record—did you not have time to read it? However, she thought for a moment, there is brain damage. I noticed it when I looked earlier, but since he was made into a Preserved Flower, it’s impossible for there to be no damage at all. I followed the standard procedures for treatment; the rest depends on his own recovery.

Also, regarding the glands—he has been completely marked.

What? Lu Rong was stunned for a moment.

Shen Danshi looked at him. This issue doesn’t affect the treatment for now. It’s normal for an Omega of this age to have a mark. We can deal with it later after consulting his own opinion.

As she spoke, she noticed Lu Rong’s expression had frozen. She remained quiet for two seconds, belatedly realizing something. I thought you knew. Didn’t you buy him? Shouldn’t this kind of information be disclosed before a sale?

Lu Rong wasn’t the actual buyer. Even if there had been a disclosure, it would have been told to Eros, but Eros was careless and likely wouldn’t have listened to such details.

Lu Rong felt a sting in his heart, like ants crawling over a wound. He couldn’t help but speculate: could it be a mark he had left behind? But so many years had passed. If the mark he left hadn’t been removed, it would require him to provide pheromones periodically to prevent Feinier from suffering pheromone disorder. He had only provided pheromones once, so it was unlikely to be his mark.

Was it possible that Feinier had the mark removed and was then marked by someone else? Had he met another Alpha with high compatibility?

But the Imperial news he had read contained no records of such a thing. In terms of gossip and scandals, Feinier was as clean as a Beta.

Then who could it be?

A flurry of prominent Alphas from the Imperial military flashed through Lu Rong’s mind, especially those royalist Alphas who were close to Feinier.

Shen Danshi studied Lu Rong’s expression and said tentatively, But I wouldn’t suggest removing the mark right now. He can’t handle it.

No, Lu Rong denied it immediately. I didn’t mean that. I—I don’t have those kinds of feelings for him.

X01 couldn’t help itself. What are you two talking about? What does ‘those kinds of feelings’ mean?

Shen Danshi glanced at X01, looking as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. She wondered if gossiping about Lu Rong in front of his AI would be a punishable offense. She decided to let it go.

Having received no answer, X01 paused and then asked inside Lu Rong’s mind: Why couldn’t this mark be the one you left?

Lu Rong denied it again: It’s unlikely. Too much time has passed. Without the comfort of an Alpha’s pheromones, keeping that mark would be more harmful than beneficial to him.

X01 thought about it and accepted Lu Rong’s reasoning. However, it remembered there was something called bio-synthetic pheromones, which could use extracts from Alpha pheromones to create similar biological agents for widowed Omegas. They were just extremely expensive, and ordinary people couldn’t afford them.

Also… if you haven’t had time to read the medical record, Shen Danshi said hesitantly, he seems to have undergone a hormonal contraceptive intervention surgery. He lacks Omega pregnancy hormones; he won’t have the chance to conceive in the future.

Lu Rong fell silent.

Shen Danshi thought for a moment and continued, Unless the physical condition doesn’t allow for pregnancy, this kind of surgery isn’t usually performed on an Omega. But him… I didn’t see the necessity for the surgery.

Lu Rong vaguely guessed the reason.

As a descendant of the Kulkulkan royalty, living under an assumed name but holding military power, how could Shaan feel at ease handing over that power and the army to an Omega?

Naturally, he had to ensure the Omega wouldn’t be influenced by a mark or by children. Feinier was an S-rank Omega; the possibility of him completely submitting to an Alpha due to a mark was already small. As long as the surgery was done to sever the possibility of pregnancy, there would be no more worries.

It was very likely that when Shaan agreed to the marriage alliance with the Alliance, it was because he was certain Feinier wouldn’t produce any offspring with them. Even if married, Feinier would stand absolutely with the royal family. That was why Feinier was pushed forward as a pawn, a stalling tactic.

Shen Danshi looked at Lu Rong. Although she knew it was inappropriate, she couldn’t help but ask, What exactly is his identity? The background of a Winged Serpent wouldn’t be simple. He looks so much like Shaxi and can even mimic his form; his bloodline must be pure. He must be a member of the royal family close to the center of power. Yet, I’ve never seen him.

You have seen him, Lu Rong said with a smile. Everyone has seen him, but no one knows it was him. However, this secret doesn’t affect the treatment. He did not elaborate.

Shen Danshi stopped asking.

The bedroom of the Sky had been vacant for a long time. A place left uninhabited for a while always felt cold and desolate. The lights in the room had been torn out, leaving it pitch black. Outside the window was the endless, brilliant starry sky, which only served to make the interior feel like a winter’s eternal night.

Fortunately, the light from the corridor wasn’t very bright to begin with, and Lu Rong quickly adjusted to the darkness. His gaze swept roughly across the room and soon settled on the large bed in the center. There was a human-shaped mound there, and the person under the covers seemed to be trembling.

Shen Danshi walked behind Lu Rong. From the moment she stepped into the dark room, she felt as if she had entered a beast’s lair. The air was thick with a faint scent of blood. It was likely that after the Winged Serpent left the treatment fluid, the end of his tail had started bleeding again.

Rationally, she knew the other party was injured, but deep in her heart, she felt an inexplicable illusion that a ferocious beast lay ahead. It felt as if a mountain of corpses already lay at the beast’s feet, and she was a sheep walking into a tiger’s mouth.

Thinking this, the hair on Shen Danshi’s body stood on end. Her hand instinctively pressed tightly against her gun, ready for anything.

But when she looked at Lu Rong ahead of her, he seemed to feel nothing. She knew Lu Rong wasn’t a dull person, and for a moment she was confused, wondering if she was being too paranoid or if Lu Rong trusted that Winged Serpent too much.

Lu Rong walked leisurely to the bedside. After looking at the mound on the bed again, he noticed something strange. The curve of the silhouette was too round. He stood by the bed for a moment, and seeing that the person under the covers didn’t attack, he reached out and pulled back the messy blankets.

In the darkness, upon the white bedding, an even paler snake tail had wrapped a person into a cocoon. Yu Xiazhi’s terrified eyes stared at Lu Rong through the gaps in the tail. His mouth was constricted by the tail, preventing him from making a sound.

Lu Rong’s sudden movement clearly startled the Winged Serpent. The coiled tail lashed out, throwing Yu Xiazhi like a weapon. Lu Rong stepped aside to dodge and reached out to catch Yu Xiazhi by the waist. Yu Xiazhi grabbed Lu Rong’s arm like a drowning man clutching a straw.

In the next second, the end of the snake tail came whistling through the air. With his right arm being held by Yu Xiazhi, Lu Rong could only use his left hand to intercept the tail. He caught it squarely and gripped it tightly.

A hiss, like that of an angry reptile, echoed from the depths of the darkness. The Winged Serpent was clearly hiding somewhere, leaving only its tail out to attack.

The flesh on the tail was clearly not fully healed, still bearing protruding bone spurs. As Lu Rong gripped the tail, his palm was pierced by the spurs, drawing blood.

Feinier seemed to feel his tail being caught and pulled back forcefully. Lu Rong, expressionless, exerted his strength and held the tail in a death grip, refusing to let it be pulled away, even as the wounds in his palm deepened.

Go find Shen Danshi. Lu Rong shoved Yu Xiazhi away and freed his right hand to grab a thicker section of the tail. He was calm and rational, like a master hunter, moving forward in an attempt to follow the tail and find where the Winged Serpent was hiding.

Yu Xiazhi was scared out of his wits. Covered in snot and tears, he stumbled over to Shen Danshi’s side. Still shaken, he looked back at Lu Rong and saw him advancing in the direction the tail was being pulled, about to be dragged into the darkness.

Teacher, what do we do? Yu Xiazhi asked hurriedly.

Shen Danshi held him down. Don’t panic. She activated a nebulized hemostatic device, turning the entire room into a temporary treatment chamber. At the same time, she quickly bandaged the wounds on Yu Xiazhi’s body.

Lu Rong continued his tug-of-war with Feinier. Like a fisherman, he varied the tension in his hands, moving forward step by step to force the Winged Serpent into a more open area.

However, the upper, intact half of the snake tail was wet and slippery. He couldn’t get a firm grip, and sections would occasionally slip through his fingers. He had no choice but to keep gripping the parts with bone spurs, causing the wounds on his hands to deepen, yet he seemed to feel no pain.

He only felt that the sticky sensation on his right hand was somewhat coarse, not quite like treatment fluid. He had touched something on the Winged Serpent’s body just now.

He brought his hand to his nose and sniffed. It was blood. Feinier was still bleeding.

I mean no harm. Lu Rong walked forward a few steps, following the direction the Winged Serpent was pulling its tail. Let’s talk.

His voice sounded calm and clear in the darkness, like a quiet meteor, but he received no response. He followed the tail with his eyes into the depths. The tail turned a corner and disappeared into what was the walk-in closet.

Having his tail held the entire time, the Winged Serpent twisted violently, trying to break free. Lu Rong didn’t give him the chance. Instead, he wound the tail around his hand loop by loop—or rather, he was pulled by the tail into the closet.

A more intense scent of blood hit him. Lu Rong stopped at the doorway and looked into the deeper darkness. He could vaguely sense something writhing in the shadows—a white tail, like flowing moonlight, its source invisible.

He didn’t know where Feinier had hidden himself.

You’re bleeding. Lu Rong paused, followed by a long silence.

Just as Lu Rong was about to say something else, he felt as if something had locked onto him. An intense sensation of being watched made his spine tingle. A strange sound reached his ears—a vibrating hiss like a snake flicking its tongue, faint, delicate, and scraping against his eardrums.

The sound came from above, right over his head.

Lu Rong did not look up. His hand holding the tail remained fixed in place as he tentatively took a very slow step backward. His hand inevitably tugged the tail, like a prey struggling in a spiderweb. His movement drew the Winged Serpent out, and a massive shadow instantly loomed over him.

Strands of silver hair fell before Lu Rong’s eyes, brushing against his cheeks. He looked up and saw the Winged Serpent in the darkness.