On this day, StarNet exploded with a trending post, quickly reaching the top of the charts. The poster was none other than the renowned War God, Enigma—Duan Chenhui. The topic? General Duan’s announcement of his upcoming wedding.

#Top Trending! General Duan announces his upcoming wedding with Omega He Qing!#

[Whoa! Why did the General suddenly announce a wedding? Wasn’t the system unable to find a match for him all this time?]

[Noooo, my dreams are shattered! Who the hell is this person?!]

[Why are you, an A, making a fuss here?]

[Wasn’t it said that Enigma prefers A’s?]

[But General Duan seems different!]

[I found out! This He Qing is the bottom-rung guy from 007 White Tower! But, he’s the Tower’s Flower…]

[Even a flower can’t help! How can the bottom-rung match the Empire’s best?? Is the system crazy or am I crazy??!!]

Everyone was shocked, and a series of posts bashing He Qing quickly followed.

However, those posts were swiftly deleted.

—

In 007 White Tower, every Omega received top-notch education and resources. From the moment they were identified as an Omega, they had to enter the White Tower.

An Omega, while watching the glowing screen, knocked on his friend’s dorm room: “He Qing, it’s me, Jing Yi.”

With a soft “ding,” the door automatically unlocked. Jing Yi pushed the door open and saw a person kneeling on a cushion, tapping on a wooden fish. Sunlight poured in through the window, making him seem like he was merging with the light itself.

Jing Yi had to admit, He Qing truly was the flower of 007 White Tower.

In front of He Qing was a small table with a lotus flower in a vase, three incense sticks gently burning, filling the air with a faint sandalwood scent. The soft “tap, tap, tap” of the wooden fish echoed like a heartbeat, strangely calming.

Jing Yi took a deep breath and walked inside: “Do you know you’ve been matched?”

The sound of the wooden fish stopped. He Qing stood up and looked over: “I already know.” He smiled. “I’ll be going to Capital Star soon.”

“Even if you don’t want to go, you have to,” Jing Yi said bluntly, piercing through his calm demeanor, staring at He Qing’s unnaturally dark and quiet eyes. “So, are you just going to go and marry, leaving it all to fate?”

“Amitabha, I practice Buddhism. I can’t get married.” He Qing frowned, troubled. “The General has already sent a message saying he’ll come to pick me up in a few days. But I think I’ll go on my own.”

Jing Yi ran over and quietly closed the door, lowering his voice: “This is also your only chance to leave the White Tower. I don’t believe in this ‘fated partner’ nonsense. It’s all because A’s and O’s are more likely to give birth to more A’s and O’s. The marriage system is just a big lie.”

There were many hidden dangers and enemies in the galaxy. To maintain military strength, more A’s needed to be born. In short, A’s were the warriors, O’s were the breeding tools, and B’s were the main workforce of society.

Sometimes, Jing Yi wished he were a Beta, free from pheromone control.

He Qing blinked: “So I just need to figure out how to make the General divorce me, and then I’ll be free.”

After being marked, an Omega would no longer experience heat, and by law, they would gain freedom. He Qing’s cultivation had stagnated for a long time, and he knew that only by leaving this planet would he find new opportunities.

Jing Yi chuckled knowingly: “I heard that General Duan doesn’t like weak and useless Omegas. You’ve been living off zero-point meals for years now, so just keep pretending.”

“That’s not a bad idea. This humble monk accepts it.” He Qing thought to himself that he had faced exams as soon as he transmigrated here—getting zero points was almost inevitable. As a cultivator, staying calm and composed was most important, and eventually, he got used to it.

Jing Yi patted his shoulder, aware of He Qing’s capabilities: “Maybe I should learn from you…”

He Qing bent down, took the lotus from the vase, and handed it to him: “If you feel it’s not right, you can sever the karma and connection.”

Jing Yi sniffed the flower, gave He Qing a teasing glance, and said, “You’re even colder and more heartless than I am. Does General Duan know that?”

He Qing smiled, pressing his palms together: “The General will never know.”

“Come on, let’s take a walk. You’re leaving tomorrow, right? Join me for one last dinner,” Jing Yi said as he opened the door.

He Qing, still dressed in his robe, clasped his hands behind his back and followed. The two headed to the cafeteria.

As He Qing looked up at the large screen, it was playing a series of recurring case studies.

For example: An Omega went into heat on the streets and was torn apart by a group of uncontrollable Alphas. Another Omega used inhibitors for years, only to die from total organ failure. There was also an Omega who found their fated partner and lived happily ever after.

These stories played on repeat every day, ingraining themselves in the minds of every Omega.

He Qing glanced away, sat down, and looked at the menu. He spotted the sweet and sour fish and said, “Looks like they’re farming fish.”

“Huh?” Jing Yi had already ordered. “You should try eating some meat once in a while.”

“I prefer vegetarian dishes.” He Qing ordered a salad, though in reality, he didn’t need to eat at all. Even though he had only transmigrated three years ago, his cultivation had already returned to the Golden Core stage.

The salad came quickly, with the freshest vegetables and fruits.

He Qing picked up a bright red strawberry, and overheard a group of people talking about him from afar.

[The General definitely won’t like him. He’s just a useless vase!]

[And he became a disabled Omega after getting injured! He probably hit his head and went dumb!]

[Though… I heard the General’s been moody since his injury, with his mental power fluctuating. He Qing might’ve been sent as a last-ditch hope. Honestly, I’d be scared too.]

[Shh, stop talking…]

He Qing took a bite of his strawberry. While everyone was worried, so was he. This inexplicable marriage bond could only be severed by the other party.

Amitabha.

He had to make himself even more useless so the General would be disappointed and quickly divorce him.

—

After having dinner with his friend, the next day, He Qing put on a mask and boarded the ship bound for the Central Star.

He Qing watched the ship ascend and calculated with his fingers. At last, he was leaving this prison-like planet.

He had been accidentally caught up in a battle between Daoist and Demonic cultivators in a secret realm, resulting in a spiritual explosion that caused his soul to transmigrate here. He still had to find his original body.

Propping his chin on his hand, He Qing gazed at the starry sky on the screen. The advancements in technology were truly incredible, and mortal capabilities were endless. He had spent quite some time learning various pieces of knowledge.

To him, Duan Chenhui was just another mortal.

Suddenly, the ship shook, and the alarm sounded:

[Ding! The ship is under attack by star pirates. A distress signal has been sent. Please remain calm, stay in place, and wait for rescue.]

As soon as the alarm blared, everyone in the ship panicked.

“How could we be so unlucky to run into star pirates?”

“What do we do? Are there any patrol ships nearby?”

“I don’t know, is there something special being transported on board?”

He Qing looked up at the screen and saw a black ship. Moments later, the screen went black, and a scarred man appeared: “We’ve taken control of your ship’s systems! If you’re smart, surrender quietly. I don’t want to blow you up.”

After the man’s threat, the ship shook again.

“They’re… they’re coming on board to capture us!”

Someone shouted in terror, and people began rising from their seats, frantically trying to escape.

“Everyone, stay calm! Don’t lose control! Rescue will be here soon!”

“We need to use the escape pods!”

“That’s pointless! They don’t have enough power; the pirates will catch up!”

The guards tried to maintain order, but the chaos was uncontrollable. Babies cried, frightened people screamed, and those in fear wept.

“I heard the fate of being captured is tragic.” The person next to He Qing muttered to himself, head lowered.

Amitabha. He Qing turned to reassure him, “When I left home today, I checked the almanac. It’s a good day, blessed with protection and good fortune. A savior will arrive.”

The man suddenly stood up, thrusting a box into He Qing’s hands: “My name’s Bi De. My family is at 28 Xingchen Street, District 5, Capital Star. If anything happens to me, please deliver this to them in a month.”

With that, Bi De hurriedly followed the fleeing crowd.

He Qing glanced at him, then lowered his head, slipping the box into his storage ring.

“This humble monk will temporarily keep it.” He Qing stood up, looked at the surveillance cameras above, and with a slight wave of his hand, the camera lens shattered.

—

It didn’t take long for the star pirates to board the ship. He Qing soon encountered a group of them while walking down a hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A burly pirate, his face full of scars, pointed a laser gun at He Qing.

He Qing smiled, eyes curving gently: “This humble monk surrenders.”

“Hmph! Just as I thought, an Omega raised useless by the Empire. Only good for their looks.” Another pirate approached, gun pressed to He Qing’s head, as he snatched away the only valuable thing He Qing had—his storage ring.

He Qing glanced at the ring, smiled, and lifted his head. Spiritual energy gathered in his eyes: “I can’t give you that. I have a promise to keep.”

“You can’t even protect yourself, and you’re still thinking about others?!” The pirate sneered, convinced that all Omegas were fools. He grabbed He Qing’s arm. “Come on, you’re an Omega, so you still have a use. Otherwise, I’d have shot you already.”

He Qing had already determined that there was no one stronger than him here. He’d also pinpointed the locations of all the star pirates. Fixing his gaze on the pirate’s back, he closed his eyes, and the energy in them flared, releasing silent spiritual pressure that rippled down the hallway.

The pirate walking ahead of him suddenly widened his eyes, his pupils shaking before he collapsed with a heavy thud.

Amitabha. He Qing pressed his palms together, crouched down, and collected all the weapons from their bodies, retrieving his storage ring in the process.

He stood up and made his way to the ship’s entrance. The star pirates stationed there had already fainted. The guards, now free, quickly bound the pirates, and the passengers were saved.

“What happened? Why did they suddenly pass out?”

“No idea, maybe they all got food poisoning?!”

“Let’s start treating the injured!”

“Have we regained control of the ship?”

“We should have.”

[Ding! A mecha has entered through Isolation Gate 1. Please step back.]

Everyone froze, looking up in shock: “Is it the star pirates?”

He Qing also looked up at the heavy gate. As it opened, a black mecha came into view, and a cold-faced man emerged from the cockpit.

“Rescue team has arrived.”

He Qing blinked. The noisy surroundings seemed to fade away as he focused on the man. All he saw was a radiant golden glow of karmic virtue. Could mortals possess such strong karmic power?

“It’s General Duan!! Why is the General here?!”

“Thank goodness, we’re safe now.”

“General, General, I admire you so much! Can I get your autograph?!”

He Qing snapped out of his daze. Was Duan Chenhui here early to pick him up? He glanced at the fallen star pirates and realized he wouldn’t be able to explain his way out of this.

Seizing the moment while the crowd was distracted, He Qing quickly slipped away, returned to the spot where the star pirates had fallen, lay down, closed his eyes, and, thinking it wasn’t convincing enough, opened his eyes again and stabbed himself. Satisfied, he shut down his spiritual consciousness and fainted.

—

Onboard Duan Chenhui’s ship.

“General, I have something to report.” The personal guard, Yang Fan, rushed over anxiously.

“What is it?” Duan Chenhui’s voice was slightly low.

Yang Fan, holding a document, stood at attention: “General, the injured have been taken care of. No fatalities. But I found He Qing’s name on the victim list.”

“He Qing?” The subordinates all looked toward Duan Chenhui. Wasn’t this the General’s future spouse?

Duan Chenhui frowned slightly but remained calm: “How is he?”

Yang Fan hesitated: “He has a minor arm injury, nothing serious. He probably fainted from fright.”

Duan Chenhui, sitting in the command chair, glanced at the name on the screen, his eyes briefly lingering on He Qing’s name: “Got it. What about the star pirates?”

Yang Fan, standing straight, handed over the report: “The rescue was highly successful. Someone used mental power to knock out most of the enemy. Preliminary estimates suggest a mental power rating of 3S. We believe it was one of the people who escaped using an emergency pod.”

“They hid their identity?” Duan Chenhui narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Yes, their name and information were all fake. They entered a wormhole. Should we pursue?”

The others exchanged glances. Someone with mental power as strong as the General’s 3S level was incredibly rare. But entering a wormhole in an escape pod was dangerous, a one-in-ten chance of survival.

“There’s no catching them.”

“What about the future spouse…?” Yang Fan asked cautiously. Recently, many declining noble families had hinted at offering people to the General for a marriage of fortune. The He family was one of them.

“Send him to Central Hospital for a full check-up, and bring the star pirates back for interrogation.”

“Yes.”

—

After handling the star pirate situation, Duan Chenhui finally returned to Capital Star. Following protocol, he went to visit his future spouse. When he opened the door, he saw a young man with a serene beauty sitting on the bed, tapping on a wooden fish.

Duan Chenhui was momentarily taken aback. When someone’s appearance reached such a level of beauty, it gave off an entirely different feeling. It suddenly reminded him of the lotus flowers in his home, standing tall with morning dew, illuminated by the morning light, pure and untouched.

Duan Chenhui quickly shook off the fleeting amazement, carefully observing He Qing. His arm was wrapped in white bandages, prayer beads on his chest and hands, his dark hair tied with a ribbon at the back of his head. His clothes were neat and clean.

He Qing had long sensed someone’s presence. He had just woken up not too long ago. Judging by the situation, the star pirate incident had already been resolved. Now, the only thing left to deal with was his marriage.

He heard the doctor say to Duan Chenhui: “Rest assured, General, Mr. He only sustained a minor injury. He’s fine.”

“Good.” Duan Chenhui’s voice was steady.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” The doctor wisely took his leave.

He Qing tapped the wooden fish again, realizing he couldn’t keep up the act any longer. He opened his eyes and looked over at Duan Chenhui, blinking, eyes drawn to the golden glow around him.

This was the first time He Qing had seen someone with such dense karmic virtue, but there was also a tinge of dark red mist swirling around him.

He Qing spoke instinctively: “Benefactor, I see your face is clouded with dark energy. You are surrounded by evil omens, and I’m afraid your days are numbered.” He wasn’t lying; Duan Chenhui had indeed been poisoned by alien toxins.

“I know.” Duan Chenhui, sitting in a wheelchair, raised his eyes, his aura undiminished.

He Qing looked at him again: “I’ve been severely injured before, my grades have plummeted, my mental power is weak, and my physique is poor. I probably can’t help you much, General. Can we cancel the engagement?”

He suddenly felt uneasy about marrying Duan Chenhui. Even a fake marriage seemed like a bad idea. He had never imagined that someone with such great karmic virtue would end up as his partner… This marriage might be too dangerous.

“No.” Duan Chenhui was as immovable as a mountain.

“???” He’d made it so clear! He Qing stared at him. “General, a forced marriage won’t bring happiness.”

Duan Chenhui, holding a bouquet of flowers, nodded to his guard, who pushed the wheelchair closer. Duan placed the bouquet on the bedside table, then turned to formally introduce himself: “Mr. He, this is our first meeting. My name is Duan Chenhui. I’m a soldier. I will follow the rules and marry you, and I will absolutely abide by the law.”

He Qing thought to himself, ‘This man is sealing the deal with finality.’

He Qing pressed on: “I don’t have pheromones and can’t give you children. Plus, I’ve already embraced Buddhism.”

A breeze drifted in, carrying the faint scent of lotus flowers. Duan Chenhui, looking at He Qing’s overly beautiful face, smiled faintly: “I don’t mind.” What a liar.

“??” But He Qing minded! He raised the corners of his mouth, his smile soft, as he tried to persuade him further: “Then, General, can we divorce later? You can marry someone who’s truly destined for you.”

Duan Chenhui looked at him for a while, a little intrigued: “The system has determined that we are fated partners.”

“That’s just a calculation. What if you meet your true love one day? Wouldn’t that be unfair to them?”

“There is no such person. And you already said I don’t have much time left.” Duan Chenhui countered, lowering his gaze slightly. “Once I die, you’ll be free and inherit part of my assets. If we cancel the engagement now, you’ll have to return to the White Tower. Plus, it’s only for three years. I’ll make sure everything is arranged by then.”

“…” He Qing was momentarily speechless. He glanced again at the golden glow around Duan Chenhui. Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, especially for someone with such great karmic virtue.

“Alright…” Maybe there was some fate involved after all, but three years felt too long, too risky.

Duan Chenhui nodded, satisfied, then suddenly shifted the topic: “I said I would send someone to pick you up. Don’t act on your own next time. I don’t like that.”

“Yes.” He Qing responded pitifully.

“Rest well. I’ll be in touch.” After speaking, Duan Chenhui had his guard push him out.

He Qing watched his retreating figure, noting how Duan Chenhui was clearly someone used to giving orders and having them followed to the letter.

The door closed.

He Qing walked to the window, looking down, and soon saw Duan Chenhui’s figure outside.

Suddenly, Duan Chenhui turned and looked up, their eyes meeting. He Qing pretended he wasn’t spying, waved with a smile, and called out: “Safe travels, General.”

Duan Chenhui withdrew his gaze and got into the hovercar.

He Qing sighed in relief and sat back down, holding his wooden fish, feeling a bit exasperated. This was bad. Duan Chenhui thought he didn’t have much time left and didn’t want to divorce so soon.

After sighing for a while, He Qing opened StarNet and checked the news. The spaceship hijacking incident had made it to the trending list, and there was even a StarNet post personally made by Duan Chenhui.

Duan Chenhui: Thank you to the mysterious person who subdued the star pirates holding the hostages. I hope we can meet one day.

There were even rumors spreading: Based on the scene, the mysterious person knocked out the star pirates using mental power! They’re probably at 3S level, just like the General!

He Qing glanced at it, nearly tossing his terminal aside. Fortunately, the General hadn’t suspected him earlier! From the looks of it, the General clearly liked strong people.

This revelation had the entire internet buzzing.

[Looks like the General’s in good shape after all. Who’s been spreading rumors that he’s unwell?]

[Am I the only one who thinks his entrance was super cool?! The mecha was awesome! And the man… swoon.]

[All that talk about the General being close to death was probably just his rivals spreading lies.]

[Who is this mysterious 3S-level person?! They seem amazing!!]

[I’m secretly shipping a 3S vs. 3S match. It looks like the General really has his eye on them!]

—

Duan Chenhui sat in the hovercar and opened his communication terminal.

“Uncle Cai, prepare the wedding.”

“Yes.”

Duan Chenhui closed the communication, his eyes darkening slightly as he stared at the road ahead.

The He family had hinted at sending someone to marry him for good fortune, but he had refused. Yet, somehow, they had still been matched together.

He had checked the pairing records. Three years ago, He Qing had already been matched with him, but the match rate had been zero. Now, it has jumped to 100%.

Duan Chenhui tapped his wrist terminal, and a screen popped up: “Uncle, I hope you can attend my wedding.”

On the screen, the middle-aged man frowned: “We’ve looked into that person. He’s useless, bottom of the class, and a disgrace. For the Duan family—”

“I don’t need a political marriage.” Duan Chenhui interrupted, not coldly, but with a tone that allowed no room for argument. “I hope you understand, Uncle.”

The man thought for a moment: “Then just treat it as a marriage for good fortune.”

“Thank you, Uncle.” Duan Chenhui closed the communication again.

He could choose his own spouse, but he still filled out the form. He only needed someone who looked good and didn’t cause trouble, a vase to sit at home. He had no interest in any of the ABO categories.