One Hundred Ways to Become a God

成神的一百种方式

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My Husband is Mentally Ill 35

Nowadays, the imperial family is thin on members. Aside from the eternally single Emperor, there is only one Prince Aaron. Now, Aaron's fans have stirred up trouble on the Empire's Mecha Forum, casting a shadow over Aaron's image while also inevitably affecting the imperial family's image to some extent.
However, this is not a big deal after all, at most providing some gossip and laughs for the citizens during afternoon tea time. Moreover, due to Aaron pleading for the Cheshire General's family and his possessiveness over his little omega, the Emperor's impression of his younger brother, while not quite at the level of disgust, is pitifully limited in goodwill. So when subordinates asked if they should try to restore Aaron's image, he directly waved off the matter.
Let his somewhat crooked younger brother learn a lesson.
He Yan was of course happy to see this. So when the Emperor lamented to him about Aaron being "too impetuous", he expressed strong agreement and "unintentionally" spoke ill of Aaron a few times while echoing the Emperor.
The conversation atmosphere between the two was very harmonious for a time.
"Dear, did you participate in the mecha competition?" the Emperor suddenly asked after concluding the topic about Aaron.
He Yan raised his eyebrows and candidly replied, "Of course."
"Looks like I guessed right," the Emperor chuckled softly and gently said, "Mind telling me your ID?"
He Yan also laughed, "Of course... I mind."
"So naughty," the Emperor looked at his little omega's smug appearance in the projection, really wanting to hold this little rascal in his arms and give him a good "lesson", only helpless that they were too far apart. "Then tell me when it's the finals, okay?"
He Yan asked back, "So confident in me?"
"Of course, an omega who can break through my mental barrier, I refuse to believe you can't even make it to the finals." The Emperor replied with a subtle expression.
The Emperor had vivid memories of the "punishment" he suffered after forcibly marking the omega that night. The experience of being aroused then forced to calm down by the other's mental silk threads, he never wants to go through that a second time in this life.
After they completed the marking, although He Yan admitted his mental strength was actually SSS like him, the Emperor had an intuition that their little omega's mental strength was probably above his. Generally, when two people with the same level of mental strength intentionally defend against each other, it's very difficult to break through the other's mental barrier. But that night, the process of their little omega breaking through his spiritual sea barrier was a bit too easy.
Actually, there have always been people insisting that "mental strengths higher than SSS exist in this world". They believe the reason higher levels can't be detected is simply because current mental strength testing devices have an upper limit of only SSS level.
Before, the Emperor also viewed this opinion as mere speculation like most people. But now, he completely believes it. After all, now by his side, there is living proof.
Seeing the Emperor's pained expression, He Yan guessed what he was thinking and couldn't help lifting his chin to tease, "Don't worry, if you behave, I'll take responsibility for you."
Hearing the omega's words, the Emperor seemed to think of something, his gaze slowly deepening, smiling yet not quite, "Oh? Take responsibility for me? Then when do you plan to make our relationship public? You can't let me stay like this without a name or title, right?"
He added with lingering interest, "The Empire's citizens should also really hope to see me have an Empress soon, don't you think?"
He Yan was instantly tongue-tied, "......After I graduate?"
"No way!" The Emperor was unyielding on matters of principle and immediately firmly objected, "I can't wait that long."
He Yan had only just finished his first year, there were a whole three years until he graduated from the Imperial Military Academy. He absolutely couldn't endure that long! In fact, every second now he wanted to completely mark the omega before him, enter his body, knot him in the deepest part, brand him, make him cry, make him thoroughly become his possession.
Just thinking this, the Emperor couldn't help getting a bit hard, a hint of danger also entering his gaze.
Under the Emperor's deep gaze, He Yan couldn't help feeling a bit guilty. Actually, he also understood Adrian's urgent desire to make their relationship public. Only, according to imperial family convention, the emperor publicly announcing a romance is a very serious matter, often the wedding date is announced together with it and they quickly get married.
After marriage, based on their emperor's temperament, he would definitely immediately permanently mark him. But he... as soon as he thought of the process of an alpha and omega completing a permanent mark as depicted in biology textbooks, he couldn't help feeling his scalp go numb.
In a place as narrow and fragile as the reproductive tract, not only does the alpha have to rudely squeeze in, he even has to swell into a knot inside!
Just thinking about it makes one suffocate!
"Then..." He Yan hesitated, "End of third year?"
Seeing his omega's guilty conscience, the Emperor took the chance to toughen his stance, gaze sharp, deciding with finality, "Until you finish second year, can't delay any longer!"
He Yan: "......"
Help, can't stall any longer!
*
Half a month passed. After two rounds of competition washing out 95% of people, the mecha tournament had reached the final stage.
At this point, each grade's group only had around 500 people left. These 500 were undoubtedly the outstanding, somewhat famous students in each grade. The competition having reached this stage, most of these 500 people's identities had already been guessed by the resourceful spectating masses through clues like combat styles.
Of course, there were also a small number who successfully maintained an air of mystery, mostly newcomers from the first-year group.
Among the first-year students, apart from those who are exceptionally outstanding, most have not made a name for themselves yet. Therefore, this group has the most mysterious dark horses.
Y is one of them.
This is a player with a very flexible style. Relying on adaptable techniques, Y cleverly defeated many opponents who were even stronger, entering the finals with an excellent overall score ranking of 37th. Y is one of the few students among the top 100 in the first-year group whose true identity has not been revealed.
"It seems that the quality of new students at the military academy last year was quite impressive, Your Majesty." An alpha with a wrinkled face but a calm military bearing watched the live broadcast on the light net and sighed to the emperor sitting opposite him, "For example, this 'Y', although the playing style is a bit opportunistic, you can see that Y is very talented and promising."
"Indeed." His Majesty the Emperor elegantly took a sip of warm black tea and replied lightly, "This batch of new students at the Imperial Military Academy is indeed very outstanding."
Of course, the most outstanding one must be their little omega.
Sitting opposite him, enjoying afternoon tea together, was a general of the empire who had retired for many years. This general was loyal to the royal family. When the previous emperor died in the war of defending the country, the situation in the empire was once in chaos. It was this general and the head of the He family who firmly stood out, mobilized forces to stabilize the imperial situation, and helped him secure the throne. For him, this general was both an elder and a close friend, one of the few friends he could chat with in his spare time.
"However," His Majesty the Emperor put down the exquisite teacup in his hand and switched the screen to another arena, "compared to 'Y', I still prefer the type that crushes opponents with strength. The mech arena is the territory of the strong, isn't it?"
In the arena, the student operating the blue mech had an extremely sharp style and was also very powerful, like a fierce wolf. After finding the opponent's weakness and seizing the opportunity, he could deliver a fatal blow!
Even in such a high-level match in the finals, ten minutes after the start of the battle, the yellow mech opposite was still neatly beheaded under the swift attack of the blue mech.
In this battle, "Qi" achieved victory!
"Qi" is undoubtedly the biggest dark horse in the first-year group of this year's tournament. His strength is incredibly strong, not inferior even compared to the top few in the senior group. What's most puzzling is that the true identity of this dark horse has not been revealed so far, indicating that "Qi" is not well-known in the academy, or in other words, he has been hiding his skills!
This made the onlookers very excited, eagerly waiting for the moment when the Imperial Military Academy announces the students' identities after the competition, to see who exactly this mysterious "Qi" is among the first-year powerhouses!
"Indeed very impressive. This person's quality can even surpass many professional soldiers. Back when I first entered the academy, I was far inferior to him." The old general couldn't help but praise after watching a match, and while marveling, he also noticed some details, "But Your Majesty, don't you feel that this freshman's style is somewhat similar to yours?"
His Majesty the Emperor: ".................." Of course he felt it!
In fact, not only did he feel that the style of this "Qi" was somewhat similar to his own, but it was even more similar, no, it could even be said to be exactly the same as the style of a little newbie he had once taught on a whim in the light net mech practice arena.
His Majesty the Emperor could almost certainly determine that the person with the ID "Qi" was the little newbie he had taught on the light net.
So now the question is, their omega did not reveal to him any intention of hiding his skills in the competition, so those ranked outside the top 100 can be directly ignored. Among the top 100 in the first-year group, only "Qi" and "Y" have not been unmasked yet... which one of them could be their little omega?
Actually, His Majesty the Emperor already had an answer in his heart.
"Y"'s playing style is more flexible, and this flexibility is actually a kind of compensation for the lack of personal strength. But based on his personal experience on the night he forcibly marked his omega, their omega is definitely the type who prefers to brutally crush people with their own strength in a simple and crude way.
His Majesty the Emperor watched "Qi" steadily and ruthlessly break the opponent's knee in another battle, and couldn't help but feel a pain in his own knee.
He couldn't help but recall the days when he was teaching the little newbie, and the little newbie was repeatedly and mercilessly pierced by him.
Author's Note: This world is probably going to be written into a slow-paced one by me _(:з」∠)_

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