Chapter 1: The Omega Up for Auction part 1
Until the handcuffs were snapped back on and he was shoved out of the courtroom by three bailiffs, Bai Mu remained in a daze.
His pace was somewhat slow, but his expression remained relatively calm. Passing through a suffocatingly narrow corridor, he was led into a torture chamber.
The room had clearly just been cleaned; the pungent scent of disinfectant rushed at him, yet it still failed to mask the heavy, cloying stench of blood.
Bai Mu was crudely shackled to a mechanical chair, leaving his limbs with no room to move. As the three bailiffs exited the room, Bai Mu heard their blatant discussion outside, their words filled with mockery and schadenfreude at his expense.
The execution robot had already started up, slowly rumbling toward Bai Mu. The machine scanned his image, precisely fixed his head in place, and used two tentacles to pry his eyes open. Immediately after, two mechanical arms rotated upward, unfolding the particle beam instrument.
Regarding the immense pain he was about to suffer, Bai Mu felt little fear. What haunted his mind instead was the sound of the gavel falling and the words of the elderly Chief Justice:
“Bai Mu, Major General and Chief Mecha Master of the Imperial First Legionâs Mecha Research Institute, stands accused of treason. The charges are sustained.”
Bang!
The gavel fell.
The mechanical arms hovered in mid-air, performing the final analysis and positioning. Bai Mu knew exactly what would happen next.
As a high-level intellectual criminal, he was to be “reformed.” That beam of particle light would pierce through his eyeballs and strike deep into his brain, erasing every memory of his life as a mecha researcher and suppressing his mental power to the lowest possible grade.
After the transformation, he would fall from an Imperial Major General with S-rank mental power to a slow-witted, dull-reacting criminal exiled to a desolate planet.
A submissive, low-intelligence Omega criminal had only one ending: becoming a plaything for Alphas, constantly violated, sold from hand to hand, and eventually dying amidst disease and agony.
Moreover, Bai Mu was a strikingly beautiful Omega. His end would only be more tragic.
The mechanical arms emitted a low humâa chillingly slow form of torture. The execution robot completed its preparations, and its arms slowly descended. The particle beam shot straight toward his eyes.
“Ah!”
Stinging, burning, and a tearing sensation of pain surged through every nerve. Bai Mu let out an uncontrollable, tragic scream.
His vision was swallowed by a sea of crimson, and he gradually lost consciousness.
The sounds in his ears became noisy and chaotic. The smell of tobacco and alcohol mixed with the scent of Alpha pheromonesâpungent and foulâmaking Bai Mu want to retch. However, his entire body was limp and weak; even a slight movement brought an unbearable, itchy numbness. He suspected he had been injected with some kind of hallucinogen. His remaining sliver of sanity forced him to open his eyes.
A beam of intense light hit him. He instinctively closed his eyes, but the needle-like pain intensified as he blinked. The scene before him felt as if it were shrouded in fogâa direct consequence of the torture his eyes had endured.
But to his surprise, his mental power didn’t seem to have been weakened, and his memories were still intact. Had the “reform” not been completed?
He didn’t have time to dwell on it.
Bai Mu struggled to identify his surroundings. He was currently inside a glass display window on an auction stage. Through the reflection of the glass, he saw that he was wearing only a thin, white bathrobe. The robe was open wide at the chest, and a black steel collar had been fastened around his neck.
Bai Muâs gaze shifted down from the stage. The luxuriously decorated venue was filled with gambling tables, every seat occupied. But at this moment, everyoneâs eyes were focused on the glass display window where he stood.
Just as he got a clear view of the situation, the steel collar around his neck was violently yanked back. The movement caused the collar to release a powerful electric current, which continuously stimulated the glands at the back of his neck. An Omegaâs glands were sensitive and fragile; they couldn’t withstand the torture of electric shocks. Bai Mu let out a muffled groan as his body spasmed and twitched uncontrollably. His legs went weak, and he collapsed helplessly to his knees.
At that moment, a coarse voice came from behind him:
“This Omega. Starting bid: ten million Star Credits.”
Bai Mu struggled to look toward the voice, but he didn’t dare make any large movements. The more he struggled, the more intense the electric stimulation became. Shaking, he managed to get a clear look at the man behind him.
A muscular Alpha with a face covered in scars appeared to his back left. The Alpha pressed his head down firmly, refusing to let him move again, while his eyes scanned the people at the gambling tables.
Outside the display window, Alphas began to crowd around. The concentration of various pheromones grew thicker. Bai Mu gagged, and the scarred Alphaâknown as “Black Monkey”âtightened the collar again as punishment for his restlessness. Bai Mu endured the electric shocks, fine beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as his entire frame trembled incessantly.
One person leaned close to the glass, their eyes greedy and nearly impatient. The man placed his hand on the window, tracing the lines of Bai Mu’s body. Bai Mu had nowhere to hide, forced to endure the manâs wanton scrutiny.
“Seen enough? If you’ve seen enough, start bidding,” Black Monkey said impatiently.
The man chuckled and turned to ask, “Hey, Black Monkey, isn’t your starting price a bit too high this time?”
Black Monkey laughed but didn’t answer directly. He reached out and grabbed Bai Muâs hair, forcing him to tilt his head back. Under his disheveled locks, Bai Muâs face was exceptionally pale. His brows were tightly knit, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips were pressed into a tight, strained line. Even in such a wretched state, no one could deny that this was an incredibly handsome face, carrying an aura of cold detachment.
Black Monkey said, “Take a good look at this face.”
As he spoke, Black Monkey forcefully turned the back of Bai Mu’s neck toward the window, revealing the red and swollen gland beneath the steel collar. He added, “An unmarked, high-grade item. Whoever gets him won’t be losing out.”
With Bai Muâs face clearly displayed to the crowd, more and more Alphas rose from the gambling tables to approach the window. Their lecherous, vile gazes looked as if they wanted to devour him whole on the spot.
Watching the base behavior of the crowd, Bai Mu understood his current situation. He let out a cold sneer in his heart. He, an Imperial soldier and a Chief Mecha Master with the rank of Major General, had actually fallen to the point of being publicly auctioned like a plaything. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? No, he couldn’t let himself be slaughtered like this; he had to find a way to escape.
He squinted his still-stinging eyes to scan the room. This was a casino with very strict security; surveillance cameras were everywhere. The footage was projected onto a screen above his head. Any movement inside or outside the casino would be picked up by security immediately for a rapid response.
And he, drugged and collared, stood almost no chance of escaping under such tight surveillance given his current physical condition.
He seemed to be in a dead end.
A half-gray-haired Alpha pushed through the crowd to the very front of the display window. The elderly Alpha was no longer tall or upright, but his clothes were quite extravagant. He looked like someone who had lived in comfort for years. He silently studied Bai Mu as if inspecting an object. After a long while, he finally spoke slowly: “Black Monkey, his eyes can’t see. Why didn’t you mention that?”
Seeing how closely he looked, it was clear this white-haired Alpha was interested. Black Monkey had been in the human trafficking business for years, and this old man was a regular customer. Knowing the old man’s proclivities, Black Monkey handled the situation with ease. He grinned, revealing a cunning smile: “I say, Your Majesty, isn’t being blind just perfect? It saves you the trouble of blindfolding him when you’re doing the deed.”
After speaking, Black Monkey even made a pelvic thrusting motion.
The crowd outside the window was stirred up by these vulgar words. Someone whistled, others swayed their bodies, and many began to mimic Black Monkeyâs gesture. it was a literal dance of demons.
The crowd didn’t seem to care whether a plaything Omega could see or not. They began to place bids one after another, the price rising higher and higher in a heated frenzy.
Bai Mu ignored their vile behavior. He only thought about how to escape this filthy place as quickly as possible.
By now, the bidding price for Bai Mu had reached fifty million Star Credits, yet he still hadn’t found any opportunity to escape.
Anxiety grew in his heart. If he couldn’t escape while it was crowded and chaotic, it would be even more difficult once he fell into the hands of a specific individual who would likely keep him under even tighter watch. His chances of survival would dwindle to nothing.
Just then, a faint shadow flickered past his eyes. It looked like a ladybug. His thoughts were a mess, so he didn’t pay it much mind at first, but then he felt the ladybug land on his shoulder. Subsequently, a slight stinging pain appeared at the back of his neck.
“Master!”
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