One Hundred Ways to Become a God

成神的一百种方式

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My Husband is Mentally Ill 27

Elai felt a chill run through his body under He Yan's indifferent gaze, and couldn't help but look at the youth leaning against the doorframe with puzzlement.
Omegas naturally have smaller frames, and He Yan's features were exquisitely delicate, making him look even younger than his actual age. But at this moment, when he glanced over with a cold expression, there was an inexplicable sharpness between his brows, and his entire bearing was tinged with a hint of arrogance.
However, his exquisite and beautiful features made this arrogance seem justified, not at all hateful. On the contrary, it would make anyone looking directly at him involuntarily stunned by his beauty.
Is this really the spoiled, willful, and uneducated He Yan? Why does he seem...especially beautiful today?
Elai's eyes flickered as a vague guess flashed through his mind.
Could it be that his heat is approaching? After all, the closer an omega is to their heat, the higher their hormone levels and the more they can attract an alpha's attention. Even to the point that when an omega's heat officially begins, the pheromones they release, as long as an alpha smells them, will lure that alpha into heat as well. If an omega and alpha are in the same room for half an hour, it can force the alpha to enter their rut too.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit worried. If even he was stunned by He Yan's beauty at first glance, could Aaron really resist and not have his mind stolen away by such an omega?
If, when the time comes, He Yan schemes against Aaron...
Taking a deep breath to interrupt his speculations, Elai concealed the hint of panic in his eyes. Biting his lower lip, his eyes reddened before he even spoke. After a long while, as if mustering all his courage, he opened his mouth and said, "He Yan, I...I want to talk with you, is that okay?"
"We have nothing to talk about." He Yan flatly refused without leaving any room for discussion.
If it were an ordinary person, in order to avoid ending up in the miserable situation depicted in the original plot, they might still try to reconcile with Elai on the surface. But He Yan had no interest in such things.
Firstly, his own pride would not allow him to lower himself to curry favor with others. Secondly, even if he and Elai did reach a superficial reconciliation, there was no guarantee Elai would let him off. In the original trajectory, Elai was publicly recognized as the kindest and most tolerant empress in the empire. But would a truly kind and tolerant person hint for Aaron's subordinates to marry He Yan off to that duke notorious for his sexual brutality?
Sneering disdainfully, He Yan straightened up from where he had been leaning against the doorframe. Taking a step back, he reached out to close the door.
"Wait!" Elai hurriedly blocked the door, saying aggrievedly, "I didn't come to argue with you!"
He Yan stopped his movement, his tone quite impatient. "Hurry up and speak." He really didn't want to look like an idiot, pulling and tugging with someone in a public place like the school dormitory. He hoped this omega who looked ready to cry at the drop of a hat could finish speaking and leave quickly.
Elai composed himself, a hint of struggle in his eyes as he said cautiously, "He Yan...I know you like His Highness Aaron, but you are the only child of the He family, and the He family is heavily relied upon by His Majesty the Emperor. The Emperor is suspicious by nature, and Aaron is the crown prince. If he chooses to be with you, the Emperor will definitely become suspicious!"
He Yan swept a glance at him as if looking at an idiot. Something so obvious needed to be specially pointed out, and in a dormitory building with people coming and going - was he afraid others wouldn't hear?
"So..." As if not seeing the disdain in He Yan's eyes, Elai's tone took on a nasal quality, as if about to cry, pleading with him, "Even if it's for His Highness's own good, please...don't pester His Highness for now."
Even if he wasn't explicitly told, he still vaguely sensed some of what Aaron and his family were planning. Although Aaron told him not to worry, he was still very uneasy. After all, Aaron's identity was so sensitive. If He Yan kept pestering him like this, the Emperor would definitely become suspicious.
Therefore, even though he despised He Yan, he had to come persuade him. If He Yan loved His Highness as deeply as he did, he would surely prioritize His Highness.
Upon hearing this, the ridicule in He Yan's eyes deepened, and his words took on a mocking tone, "Recklessly discussing state affairs, who do you think you are to have any right to say such things to me? Please mind your words, classmate."
Elai's pupils constricted upon hearing this, fiercely clenching the hand hidden in his sleeve, his heart surging with bitterness.
He had the right, of course he had the right!
He Yan was just relying on his family background to be so domineering. With his spoiled and willful temperament, how could His Highness ever look highly upon him! The He family's current favor was just relying on the Emperor's muddleheadedness, snatched from his own family's hands!
Liar! Thief! The one without any right should be He Yan!
What gave He Yan the right to humiliate him so arrogantly! What right!
The disdain on the youth's exquisite face, the mocking tone, the haughty bearing...all viciously stabbed at the most sensitive part of Elai's heart.
Bang!
And just as he was stewing in anger and grievance alone, He Yan had already mercilessly shut the door in his face, the crisp sound seeming like a resounding slap across his face.
He resentfully stared at that tightly closed door for a while before finally clenching his fists and leaving, eyes red.
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After Elai left, He Yan washed up a bit and began using his spiritual power to strengthen his body.
Although spiritual power existed in this world, people's understanding and development of it was still in its infancy. Its degree of development was far too lacking compared to the world He Yan originally came from. Even though most of his spirit sea was still in fragments, even if he went up against this world's strongest 3S-rank spiritual power user, he might not necessarily be at a disadvantage.
Spiritual power strength was one thing, being able to utilize it was another.
He Yan's original spiritual power was S-rank and his physique was B-rank. After crossing over, his spiritual power automatically upgraded to 3S-rank while his physique remained unchanged.
Although a B-rank physique was already rare among omegas, it was still far inferior to the A+ average physique of alphas. In comparison, it appeared quite inadequate. He Yan, accustomed to being a powerhouse in his original world, was naturally unsatisfied. So he began using his spiritual power to forcibly enhance his physique.
However, his spirit sea had only recovered an extremely small portion after all, and he didn't have much spiritual power to utilize. Physique was not so easy to improve. He consumed nearly 90% of his spiritual power just to raise his physique to A+.
The long-lost feeling of emptiness in his spiritual sea made He Yan frown involuntarily. Only a small part of his spiritual sea had been repaired, and the recovery efficiency was extremely slow. It would take at least a whole day to recover from this consumption.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but reminisce about the comfortable feeling of his spiritual sea being full after every physical entanglement with his lover in the previous world. His body also felt a little hot.
Although there was almost no spiritual power in Mo Yitao's spiritual sea, for some reason, when he tentatively tried to merge his spiritual power with the Mo family's patriarch, it succeeded unexpectedly. Although the scene of his large amount of flamboyant spiritual power teasing the other party's pitiful few small light particles was quite morbid, those few small light particles did give him a slight response.
"Beep, beep--" The terminal on his wrist indicated an incoming message. He Yan came back to his senses, sighed, and put aside the memories of his previous life and lover with complex emotions. After checking the identity of the caller, he chose to answer. The projection instantly appeared in mid-air.
It was a young alpha with black hair, a cold and resolute expression, wearing a military uniform, his body lines stretched straight, exuding a strong aura of a soldier.
This person was none other than He Yan's cousin, He Lan. Unlike He Yan, a spoiled and willful young master, he had become an imperial colonel at a young age and was now serving in the Royal Guard, highly valued by the emperor.
Frowning slightly at this cousin who had always been unruly, he spoke bluntly, "His Majesty will visit the school for an inspection in half a month, and you will be responsible for accompanying him at that time."
Author's Note: Very good. In the fast-transmigration pace of an average of 60,000 to 70,000 words per world, three chapters have passed, and the male lead has not yet appeared.
I can't help but applaud myself.
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