When the Major General Omega Picked Up a Little Snake Alpha - Chapter 12

Luo Qi wasn’t actually going to turn it into a snakeskin bag.

He had a deep-seated aversion to using animal hides. None of his clothes or furniture were made from animal products. Even if the animal in question was a mutant monster, it was a hard no for him.

He just wanted to give the little snake a scare.

The creature didn’t just “teleport,” it was also mischievous. If it developed a habit of biting people, trouble would follow sooner or later. Snakes weren’t like cats or dogs, and Little Black was no ordinary snake, so he had to find a different way to train it.

“I am your master,” Luo Qi threatened, pinching its small head. “Listen to your master if you want to eat mice. Otherwise, you’ll end up as a snakeskin bag.”

“Do you understand?”

The little snake tilted its head upward, swaying back slowly. Its neck arched slightly, and the tip of its tail quivered in the air. Those terrifying vertical pupils were locked onto the human in a posture of pure danger.

In the place where He came from, no one had ever dared to claim to be His master.

The scent of the “Little Fruit” was sweet, but He wouldn’t bow His head for that alone. He was a being worshipped as a god, while this was a mere human—

“You’re not convinced?” Luo Qi arched an eyebrow. “If you won’t be obedient, then I don’t want you anymore.”

With a flick of his hand, he brushed the little snake onto the table and leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You can go now.”

The little snake lay dazed on the cold table. The warmth of the human palm had left its belly, and He hadn’t quite processed it yet. His golden, glass-bead eyes shifted subtly, observing the expression on the Little Fruit’s face.

It was calm, indifferent, and completely unconcerned, a far cry from the tenderness of a moment ago. He watched those rosy lips; the corners were turned slightly downward. The Little Fruit wasn’t joking.

He was serious.

The Little Fruit grabbed his coat, went into the bedroom, and pulled the door shut.

As His body began to cool, He curled into a tight coil, trying to trap what remained of His warmth. The table was so hard. The Little Fruit’s skin was much more comfortable.

He lay there on the crystal table, feeling miserable and cold, not even thinking about moving to the sofa. On second thought, hadn’t He already accepted being a pet? Why care about the threat of being called a “master”?

If the Little Fruit liked the title, He would grant him that empty name. A god should be broad-minded, after all; a god encompasses all things.

Yes, exactly.

He successfully convinced Himself within minutes, then slid off the table and crawled to the bedroom door. A human shadow flickered through the gap under the door, and He caught the scent of fruit again. He wondered what the Little Fruit was doing in there.

Stacking His body, He propped His head up toward the crack in the door, assuming a pose of patient, well-behaved waiting. Ten minutes passed, and the Little Fruit was still inside.

So slow. Why hadn’t he come out yet?

Inside, Luo Qi was organizing the gifts he needed to bring later. He took the opportunity to change into a black shirt and found a spare suit jacket. This jacket was a bit thicker but had a looser fit and a nice style. Most importantly, it had a longer hem and an inner pocket.

If the little snake still wanted to follow him, it could hide in the inner pocket. While coiling around his wrist was nice, it was inconvenient when he moved his hands and was too easy to spot.

He hung the jacket in the garment steamer inside the wardrobe and sat at the vanity to wait, checking his messages in the meantime. There was one missed call from “Luo Huayun,” his father.

Luo Qi didn’t have his father saved as “Dad,” “Pop,” or “Father.” There was always an inexplicable sense of distance between them.

When he first manifested as an Omega, his father had rushed to the school and demanded he drop out. The two had a massive argument. The incident became public knowledge, and for a long time, people whispered behind his back wherever he went. Eventually, a teacher intervened to persuade his father to leave.

The man had left him with one final sentence: “From now on, I won’t care about you anymore.”

Since then, the elder Luo, who hadn’t been much of a parent to begin with, became entirely absent. Once Luo Qi reached adulthood, he stopped reaching out as well. Both were stubborn, neither being the type to initiate a reconciliation. If it weren’t for Luo Xiaoyu acting as a mediator, the father-son relationship would have been that of total strangers.

His finger hovered over the name as the screen dimmed and brightened again. When was the last time he had heard his father’s voice? Had it been two years?

He finally called back. The screen projected a holographic image.

His father’s image hovered over the table. He looked stern, with glossy black hair and eyes like a hawk—a handsome and sharp man. When he saw the person on the other side of the screen, his gaze softened involuntarily by half a degree.

The average lifespan in the Landon Galaxy was 180 years. His father was in his sixties, which was still considered middle age, and he looked very energetic. The two stared at each other through the signal for a few seconds before Luo Qi spoke first.

“Father,” he said, looking away to adjust his collar in the vanity mirror. “I heard you’ve arrived?”

“Yes, I’m here,” his father replied shortly. “Why aren’t you over here yet?”

“Wait a moment, I’m getting ready.”

“What kind of things do you wait until the last minute to organize?”

Luo Qi slowly pulled out a tie. “Didn’t you also wait until the last minute to let me know you were coming?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to give Xiaoyu a surprise, or if we were supposed to perform some soulful father-son reunion scene later.”

“You…” His father choked for a moment, falling silent before adding, “That was indeed my mistake.”

Luo Qi’s hand stopped on his tie as he glanced sideways at the screen.

“Business was hectic, I really couldn’t get away. I only took out the communicator for this sector once I reached the capital star, it hasn’t been used in a long time,” his father explained, more than usual. “Luo Qi, a lot has happened in the last two years. After you come over and the banquet is finished, we’ll have a detailed talk.”

Luo Qi touched his tie and withdrew his gaze. “Fine.”

After hanging up, he sat on the bed for a while. The machine in the closet beeped, signaling the clothes were steamed, but he wasn’t in a hurry to get them. Even if he only got his phone back recently, he could have sent a cross-galaxy email before leaving the North Star.

Luo Qi didn’t believe the man was so busy he couldn’t move a single finger. To put it bluntly, he just didn’t care. Only when you don’t care do you forget to stay in touch.

Luo Qi took out the jacket, measured it against himself in the mirror, and laid it back on the bed next to the tailcoat he had worn earlier. He wasn’t sure which one to wear yet.

What if the little snake had actually left? Then the long jacket wouldn’t be necessary.

Luo Qi placed his hand on the doorknob, waited a beat, and then opened it. He walked slowly into the living room. On the crystal table, there was only a box—no snake. He stood by the table, circled it once, and then sat quietly with his hand on the snake tank.

The tank was empty, and he felt a strange sense of emptiness too. The room lights weren’t on, illuminated only by the ambient glow of the crystal sand beneath the floorboards.

He didn’t notice the little snake camouflaged against the patterns of the flowing sand. By now, the little snake had already slipped to his feet and was climbing up his ankle.

The Little Fruit seemed to have something on his mind, failing to notice Him even after coming out. Perhaps it was because He was too small and was crouching on the dark floor. So, He decided to climb higher.

He wound around the human’s warm calf, and the Little Fruit looked down at Him. As if discovering a treasure, that cool, fair face broke into a smile, a pink flush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Little Black, you’re still here.”

The Little Fruit called Him in a soft, gentle voice, his warm palm grasping the snake’s body to lift Him up. He coiled around the exposed skin, from wrist to palm, resting His head on the cuff and flicking His tongue.

“If you stay, I’ll take it as your silent agreement,” Luo Qi said, his palm covering the snake’s cool body. “Do you want to go out and play?”

Little Black drew circles on the back of his hand with the tip of His tail.

“You’ll hide in my clothes in a bit. You’re not allowed to run around, and you can’t bite anyone.”

He tucked his hand into his chest, his fingertips rubbing along the snake’s body. When he touched the tip of the tail, the little snake hooked its tail back to wrap around his finger. The tiny tail was soft, smooth, and strong. When Luo Qi tried to pull his hand away, it slid further down the base of his finger, pulling him back with more force.

This tail was too much fun.

Luo Qi became immersed in playing with the little snake, and the little snake was equally focused on his fingers. Man and snake had a grand time, wasting a few more minutes.

“Alright, stop playing,” Luo Qi said. “It’s time to go.”

He placed the little snake into the inner pocket of the jacket, changed into it, and headed out. It was 6:00 PM, and the banquet was about to begin.

Luo Qi took a small electric tram to the banquet hall. When he got off, a large group of circular pods was lined up by the archway. It was crowded with people in formal suits and evening gowns, and several people were filming with cameras.

Luo Qi walked along the edge through the archway, looking for the direction Xiaoyu had sent him. It took him over ten minutes to find the place. The hall was decorated in a garden style with a very high ceiling—a seamless transparent dome that offered a direct view of the night sky.

He wove through the flower beds, guided by a small robot, and found the table where Xiaoyu and the others were. It was a large white marble round table surrounded by small flower clusters, set on an independent platform that separated it from the rest of the hall. About a dozen people were already seated. Aside from Xiaoyu and his group, there were several captains from his fleet and a few former classmates.

As Luo Qi stepped onto the final stair, the group stood up in unison and gave him a military salute.

“Admiral Luo.”

Luo Qi returned the salute and walked to the only empty chair, the seat of honor reserved specifically for him.

“Sit down.”

He scanned the table, seeing Xiaoyu pouting and making a face at him, while Fang Xi was buried in his phone sending messages. Jiang Luoyi was to his left, and the first and second division captains of the fleet were there. The rest were old classmates, but they were from Xue Ying’s circle.

Among them was Xue Ying’s adjutant, Ding Gumo, who sat to his right. Ding Gumo was a man who always acted refined and scholarly, favoring lensless frames and custom-made brooches and cufflinks to look elegant.

“Admiral Luo, long time no see,” he greeted Luo Qi. “Commander Xue has been mentioning you quite often lately.”

“Mentioning me?” Luo Qi expressed surprise at the opening. “What for?”

“He said you are a comrade-in-arms he deeply respects,” Ding Gumo said. “Your record on Planet Sifura was astonishing for an Omega.”

He spoke with an affected, almost operatic tone, his voice particularly exaggerated.

“That was indeed a fierce battle,” Luo Qi leaned back against the chair, resting his elbow on the armrest. “Crushing those bugs wasn’t easy. However…”

He tilted his head toward Ding Gumo. “If I weren’t an Omega, would that record not be astonishing?”

“Oh, no,” Ding Gumo hurried to smooth it over. “Commander Xue meant that because it was you, it was even more impressive. You are different, after all.”

Luo Qi smiled, casually crossing his left leg over his right as he shrugged at the group. “How am I different from any of you?”

The table fell silent instantly. No one answered.

“A soldier protects the Empire and its people,” he said, his voice rising in a steady, clear tone. “Under duty, there is no high or low, and certainly no special treatment. Victory relies on discipline and unity, not on individual figures.”

“Adjutant Ding, you’ve been with Admiral Xue for so long, and you still don’t understand that?”

This single speech immediately elevated the conversation, making the private dinner feel quite different. The soldiers present nodded in outward agreement while grumbling inwardly.

This idiot Ding Gumo, does he even know how to hold a conversation?

At that moment, cold sweat was trickling down Ding Gumo’s back. He was only relaying what Commander Xue had told him to say; how did it turn into a lecture?

“My apologies, I misspoke,” he said quickly. “The Commander didn’t mean it that way. He simply admires you.”

“You keep quoting the Commander—are you a parrot for nonsense?” Luo Qi frowned impatiently. “Tell him to come and say it to my face.”

“That… understood.” Ding Gumo decided to shut up.

Luo Qi didn’t know that before he arrived, the table had been quite lively—old school stories, military gossip, boasting, and laughing. But now… everyone sat bolt upright with stiff backs, their conversations restricted to “Imperial affairs.”

Except for Luo Xiaoyu and Fang Xi. Luo Xiaoyu rested his chin on one hand, grinning as he looked to his right and secretly snapped a photo of Luo Qi.

Brother is so cool, shutting these boring guys up in just a few sentences.

As for Fang Xi, he was also staring at Luo Qi, but his attention wasn’t on the words. It was on Luo Qi’s clothes. The General had been acting odd since the afternoon, having only eaten a few bites of the pastries. And he had specifically changed clothes to come out. It was all very suspicious.

Luo Qi didn’t care about the atmosphere at the table. Jiang Luoyi sat to his left, chatting idly with him, and Luo Qi responded occasionally. To save face, Ding Gumo leaned in to join the conversation. Several glasses of fine red wine were rotated onto the table.

“This is a vintage specially supplied by Governor Xue from Planet Dongwei,” Ding Gumo introduced.

Luo Qi took the glass, sniffed it from a distance, and made no comment. It smelled ordinary, nothing compared to Little Black’s pheromones. Little Black’s scent was much better.

The little snake seemed to have caught the scent as well, secretly poking His head out from the inner pocket. Hidden by the folds of the shirt, He observed the situation outside.

So many two-legged Alphas; the scents were too messy. There were quite a few who wanted to eat the Little Fruit, but they weren’t a real threat. That wine also smelled terrible—low quality, not even as good as what they drank at the Little Fruit’s house.

Was the Little Fruit really going to drink that stuff? It was beneath him; He had to think of something.

As His tiny brain started working, a bigger problem appeared.

A young man in a waiter’s uniform, sweet-looking and slender, walked up the steps carrying a large bouquet of red roses. The gazes of a dozen Alphas fell on him, and he seemed startled, shrinking slightly toward the edge of the clearing.

Luo Qi also looked over. He recognized immediately that this was an Omega—small in stature, but at least an adult.

“Sorry to disturb you,” the boy said. “I’m here to deliver a gift.”

“What gift?” Fang Xi asked.

There was a card tucked into the roses with writing on it. It was too far to read clearly, but anyone could guess it was a confession card. Who would dare show up at Governor Xue’s private banquet to confess?

“A gentleman named Shen Yizhou from the neighboring hall asked me to deliver this.”

“Shen Yizhou?” Luo Xiaoyu cried out. “Is that the minor celebrity?”

The little snake’s head stretched further out.

The two-legged Omega approached with the flowers. He sharpened His vision, focusing on the card. He caught words like “Certificate of Faux Snakeskin,” along with “I’m sorry,” “It really wasn’t snakeskin,” “I really like you,” and “Love at first sight” shameless words.

The tip of His tail, curled in a corner of the pocket, tightened in fury.

Fine. He was being so blatant about it.

The Little Fruit took the flowers and held them in his lap.

“Thank you,” he said to the boy.

The room stirred, and so did the little snake. He opened His small jaw, baring His fangs at that card.

He was going to tear that snakeskin man into shreds, piece by piece!