The Esports Little Demon King Is a Sweet and Fierce Omega - Chapter 21.1

Tian Jiu stared at Feng Wu, his mouth forming a perfect “O” shape.

No way, no way… Feng Wu is “No Killing”? No wonder his Assassin gameplay was so godly!

Tian Jiu sucked in a breath. This was a disaster. He had actually rejected his own Captain’s friend request; talk about a terrible first impression for a new recruit!

Feng Wu was amused by the boy’s reaction; he looked so genuinely dazed. Once again, Feng Wu reached out, wanting to ruffle Tian Jiu’s hair, but he hesitated just before touching those soft silver strands.

Tian Jiu snapped out of his shock and saw the hand hovering above him. He stood on his tiptoes and proactively rubbed the top of his head against Feng Wu’s palm twice.

“You…” Feng Wu was uncharacteristically speechless, his hand freezing in mid-air.

Tian Jiu tilted his head. “Didn’t you want to pet my head?”

In his past life, his parents and older brother always loved petting his head, even if it was through a hat.

Feng Wu certainly wanted to. The soft, silky sensation was already lingering in his palm. It felt even better than he had imagined. However, the gesture felt incredibly intimate. He hadn’t had physical contact with anyone other than a formal handshake in years.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Exercising great restraint, he withdrew his hand, deciding not to take further advantage of his new teammate just yet.

Tian Jiu scratched his cheek awkwardly and whispered, “Captain, I can’t believe ‘No Killing’ was you all along.”

Feng Wu leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed, nodding slightly with an unreadable expression.

“I see…” Tian Jiu toyed with the hem of his shirt, acting like a shy, obedient kitten. “I thought you looked familiar back then, I just couldn’t place it. And I didn’t reject you on purpose! I just pressed the wrong button by accident.”

“Is that so?” Feng Wu raised an eyebrow.

“Yes!” Tian Jiu’s eyes widened. “Besides, I added you first, and you auto-rejected me!”

So we’re even, he thought.

Feng Wu realized. “So you were mad because I auto-rejected you, so you rejected me back as revenge?”

Tian Jiu waved his hands frantically. “No, no! I really—”

He caught the glint of mischief in Feng Wu’s eyes and realized he was being teased. He huffed, “Captain, you’re making fun of me.”

Feng Wu laughed out loud. “I’m impressed you could tell.”

Tian Jiu laughed along. He wasn’t the type to get upset over a little teasing; he was quite lighthearted.

“You’ll stay in this room, okay?” Feng Wu pointed to the room next door. “I’m right next to you.”

“Okay, Captain!”

Tian Jiu walked in to check his new quarters. It had a bed, a sofa, and its own bathroom with a clean bathtub. It was more than enough for one person. Since they would mostly spend their time in the common areas or the training room, the most important thing was that the bed was soft. He sat on it to test it out. It was perfect.

“If there’s anything you don’t like or anything you’re missing, just tell me. I’ll handle it,” Feng Wu said.

“I like everything, Captain.”

Feng Wu noted something interesting. “I’ve noticed that every time you speak a few sentences, you like to call me ‘Captain’ at least once.”

“Do I, Captain?” Tian Jiu blinked, realizing he had just done it again.

Was he just so eager to be on the team that he kept saying it to make sure Feng Wu wouldn’t change his mind?

Feng Wu chuckled and moved on. “Behind the house is the Mecha Training Hall, but it’s under maintenance for the next two days. I’ll take you there once it’s ready.”

“Sounds good!” Tian Jiu had zero ego for a champion.

“The third floor is the Pheromone Training Room. Want to see?”

“Mhm!”

******

They headed to the third floor, which contained two large rooms: a pink door for the Omega room and a green door for the Alpha room. Inside each were five massive machines, two meters tall and draped with various cables and sensors.

“When training your pheromones, you attach these sensors to your temples, wrists, and your gland,” Feng Wu explained.

Tian Jiu stared at the behemoths in wonder.

“Once attached, you release a bit of pheromones. The screen will light up and show the trajectory, speed, and attack power of your scent. The more precise your control, the less mana you consume during skills in matches, which actually increases your damage. Classes like Mages and Healers use pheromone control to create variations in their skills.”

“Like Meng Ruoruo’s ice blades?” Tian Jiu asked.

Feng Wu nodded. “Exactly. Even Cannoneers and Gunners get stronger shockwaves, and melee players can manifest ‘sword intent’ and such.”

Of course, for people like them who couldn’t use pheromones, this was all theoretical.

Tian Jiu understood, but then he asked for clarification. “By the way, Captain… you know my gland is defective, right?”

He didn’t want Feng Wu to find him useless later because he had no pheromones.

Feng Wu paused, studying the boy’s expression. Seeing no trace of sadness or insecurity, he nodded.

“Good.” Tian Jiu sighed in relief. Then he touched the back of his neck. “But my neck feels normal to me. Where is the gland hidden exactly? How does it even ‘break’?”

Feng Wu nearly short-circuited. What is wrong with this little Omega?

Discussing glands with an Alpha was already incredibly intimate, and he was asking where it was hidden? Did he skip biology class?

If it were any other Omega, Feng Wu would be certain they were flirting. But with Tian Jiu, he knew the boy was genuinely, innocently confused.

“Captain?” Tian Jiu looked at him. “Is something wrong?”

Why is he looking at me so weirdly?

Feng Wu remained silent for a moment, deciding not to explain the exact anatomy of the neck. “Have you seen a doctor at the hospital?”

“I think so.”

Tian Jiu had some vague memories. He and Ji Kaile had entered their differentiation period at the same time. He had been in a coma for a long time. When he woke up, Ji Kaile was an S+ Omega, and he was an Omega with a “disabled” gland—no pheromones, no rank. In common terms, he was a defective product.

Feng Wu’s voice softened. “If you want to try and treat it, I can find a specialist for you.”

“Huh?” Tian Jiu said in surprise. “I don’t want to treat it.”

Does he think I’m fishing for pity?

He quickly explained, “Captain, I’m not trying to be tragic. I’m really just curious. I don’t want it cured; it doesn’t affect me either way. Actually, it’s pretty convenient. I don’t have heat cycles, so I don’t need gland patches or suppressants.”

This was news to Feng Wu. “You don’t even need suppressants?”

“Nope.” Tian Jiu nodded. “I can smell pheromones, but to me, they just smell like perfume. They don’t trigger me at all.”

Feng Wu understood, but he felt a strange kinship. From the moment he differentiated into a Super S+, people viewed him as a “madman-in-waiting,” a freak, a ticking time bomb. In all these years, Tian Jiu was the first person like him.

In a sense, they were both freaks. They matched quite well.

Feng Wu laughed at the thought. How could they be the same? Tian Jiu had a bright future, while he would always have a sword hanging over his head, never knowing when he would lose his sanity.

“Captain?” Tian Jiu tugged his sleeve. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Let’s head down.”

******

Back downstairs, they found Zhou Funian. “Where did you two disappear to?”

“Captain was showing me my room.”

“Alright. We’ll grab your luggage later, and then head to your school to finalize your professional registration.”

Tian Jiu knew the drill. Once a student at Imperial University registered as a pro, they didn’t have to attend regular classes but would still receive their degree.

“Did you need us for something?” Feng Wu sat on the sofa.

“I have a plan to recruit new teammates.” Zhou Funian’s eyes were glowing; he hadn’t been this motivated in ages. “I’m going to host a special selection trial. We’ll scout the top three or most impressive players from the youth teams and past contestants to join FOX. What do you think?”

Tian Jiu raised both hands in support. “I think that’s great!”

Zhou Funian high-fived him and looked at Feng Wu. “And you?”

“Sure,” Feng Wu nodded. “But the buyout fees for top-tier youth players aren’t cheap. Can we afford it?”

“If we can get sponsors, we can.”

Feng Wu chuckled. “We haven’t had a sponsor in three years.”

“This year is different. We have Xiao Jiu. A trial champion is a magnet for investors.” Zhou Funian smiled mysteriously. “With a bit of marketing, we’ll show those aristocrats that FOX is playing for real this time.”

With Feng Wu, a perennial number-one player, and Tian Jiu, the fresh champion, sponsors would be crazy to say no.

Tian Jiu and Zhou Funian both looked at Feng Wu expectantly.

Feng Wu: “…”

He ignored Zhou Funian’s greasy, hopeful face and looked at Tian Jiu. The boy’s eyes were shining, silently saying: Do it, do it.

Feng Wu laughed. “Fine, do what you want, Old Zhou.”

“Yay!” Tian Jiu was even more excited than the coach.

“Captain, I really chose the right person,” Tian Jiu said sweetly. “I knew you’d work hard to build a team and take me to the championship.”

Feng Wu, buoyed by the praise, told Zhou Funian, “Take the initial funds from my account.”

“I can help pay too!” Tian Jiu said hurriedly. He thought the Captain was so broke he had to stream for money; as a member of FOX, he wanted to help.

Feng Wu laughed. “I’m not so broke that I need your money.”

“Really?” Tian Jiu looked skeptical.

How was he supposed to prove he was rich? Show his bank balance? Or the daily revenue of his dozens of properties?

Zhou Funian laughed. “It’s true, Xiao Jiu. He actually made a fortune today because of you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, he bet heavily on you winning the trials. Since you were the underdog, he probably made the biggest profit in the city.”

“Captain!” Tian Jiu was delighted. “You believed I would take first place? Why?”

Feng Wu just smiled. “Secret.”

Tian Jiu didn’t press him, but his eyes curved into crescents, unable to hide his tiger teeth.

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