The Only Ultimate Alpha in the Universe - Chapter 2

The following day.

Xiao Sa felt himself lying on a soft bed. Occasionally, he heard the sounds of people moving and talking nearby, interspersed with the sharp clinking of test tubes and medicine bottles.

As these sounds gradually faded and the scent of antiseptic reached his nose, Xiao Sa finally regained full consciousness.

The first thing he saw was a dark iron-gray metal ceiling. An unfamiliar voice rang out near his ear: “Medic, this guy is awake!”

Xiao Sa turned his head. A soldier with a rifle on his back was beckoning a medic to come over and examine him. The medic leaned down to ask a question; Xiao Sa blinked and replied honestly, “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

The medic froze, frowned, and exchanged a few words with the soldier. The latter glanced at Xiao Sa, and soon both left together.

Silence returned to the room.

Ever since he was rescued from the pirate ship by a group of soldiers, Xiao Sa had managed to maintain a sliver of vigilance through his grogginess. Only after confirming they were providing genuine medical treatment and hadn’t discovered his identity as an “alien” did he breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed his makeshift plan had worked.

Xiao Sa sat up. The bandages on his body had clearly been replaced, and an IV was running into the back of his hand.

As an S-rank Alpha, his physical constitution was exceptionally powerful. Injuries that would be considered severe in this star sector felt much better after a night’s sleep. He glanced at the unknown chemicals in the IV bag and casually pulled out the needle.

Xiao Sa surveyed his surroundings. This was a white isolation ward with its own bathroom. The windows were blocked by blackout panels, making it impossible to see outside. In a corner of the ceiling, an emergency light flickered with a faint, recurring red flash.

That was likely a camera, and someone behind the screen was probably watching him. Xiao Sa retracted his gaze naturally, pretending not to notice.

The door opened again. The previous soldier entered, accompanied by a long-tailed cat Spiritual Body. He held a half-moon-shaped earpiece and handed it to Xiao Sa, gesturing for him to wear it.

It appeared to be a makeshift mechanical translator. Xiao Sa searched his internal linguistic database for a long time before finding a language that was vaguely similar. However, this language was so ancient it was nearly extinct, riddled with missing data and semantic mismatches. When he listened, there were still massive ambiguities.

Once Xiao Sa had adjusted the device, the soldier asked, “Can you understand me?”

The translator’s AI voice read out the machine translation in a formal tone: Are you deaf?

Xiao Sa: “…” Watch your mouth!

Soldier: “Name?”

This word he understood: “Xiao Sa.”

Soldier: “How did you end up on that ship?”

The translator: How did you end up in that bed?

Xiao Sa patted the edge of the bed in confusion: “Didn’t you guys kidnap me?”

The soldier solemnly extracted the keywords: Kidnapped.

One dared to ask, the other dared to answer; whenever Xiao Sa didn’t want to respond, he played dumb. It was a classic case of a “chicken talking to a duck.”

The white long-tailed cat crouched at Xiao Sa’s feet, watching him curiously. This time, Xiao Sa didn’t release aggressive pheromones. Around him lingered only a faint, weak scent: the aroma of tequila—slightly tipsy with a light, sweet aftertaste, carrying a strange attraction.

The little white cat sensitively caught this unique thread of scent. Its tail snapped upright, and it began to rub against Xiao Sa’s leg, narrowing its eyes and meowing. Xiao Sa couldn’t resist scratching its chin, making the cat purr even louder.

Sensing the messages from his Spiritual Body, the soldier gave him a startled look and quickly scribbled down a few notes. After having someone bring water and food, he left. In the end, Xiao Sa had no idea what the man had actually recorded.

In an observation room not far from the isolation ward, the blonde Legion Commander sat with his legs crossed in a leather chair, silently watching the real-time surveillance.

A lean man with tea-colored hair stood beside him. This was Admiral Landis’s most trusted adjutant and Chief of Staff, Carlo Lyman.

Carlo adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses and opened a report. “The subject’s name is Xiao Sa. Origin unknown, language barrier present. Preliminary judgment: a traveler from a remote star system captured by the Broken Peak pirates following a ship accident.”

“The pirate prisoner responsible for guarding him insists that the man is a savage terrorist who was not only uninjured but escaped his cage to assault him.”

“However, our medics clearly state that his internal and external injuries were extremely severe. It’s a miracle he’s alive, thanks to our timely intervention.”

Carlo paused and flipped to the interrogation notes. “The interrogator’s Spiritual Body ability is Lie and Emotion Sensing. According to his Spiritual Body, the subject is friendly and gentle, and his words are honest and reliable. Being near him feels ‘as comfortable as being in a father’s embrace.'”

Landis: “…”

The blonde Commander was silent for a moment before frowning. “Tell the interrogator to stop using such hyperbolic descriptions in his reports.”

Carlo smiled. “Yes, sir.”

“Carlo, what’s your take on this man?”

The Chief of Staff closed the file. “Our medics and interrogators wouldn’t lie. Therefore, the pirate prisoner’s words are untrustworthy. He may be lying to reduce his sentence or was mentally traumatized by the arrest.”

Landis tapped his slender fingers lightly on the desk, his gaze cold. “Even if he isn’t with Broken Peak, this fellow Xiao Sa is still highly suspicious.”

On the monitor, Xiao Sa had entered the bathroom to wash up. Carlo retracted his gaze and asked, “How does the Commander plan to handle him?”

Landis stood up slowly and said indifferently, “I’ll go see for myself.”

In the ward’s bathroom, Xiao Sa stripped off his filthy clothes. He carefully washed his face and hair, avoiding the bandaged wounds. After cleaning himself up, he was finally liberated from his “coal-miner refugee” look.

When he emerged wearing a set of white hospital scrubs, several strangers in Dawn Empire uniforms were already waiting and talking. At the sound of the door opening, the group’s eyes snapped toward Xiao Sa, and their chatter died down instantly.

When the soldiers had brought him to the super-capital ship, Xiao Sa was covered in blood and grime. No one expected that once cleaned up, he would look like a completely different person.

The simple white shirt was filled out by a well-proportioned frame, highlighting his tall and agile build. Beneath his messy bangs was an exceptionally handsome face with deep features and eyes that shone like stars. At first glance, he didn’t even seem like a real person, but rather a meticulously crafted 3D model from a popular holographic game.

Despite Landis’s usual indifference to beauty, he couldn’t help but steal an extra look. Adjutant Carlo and the guards nearby were so surprised they forgot to speak. Was there some unknown, remote little kingdom in the galaxy that produced people of this appearance?

Xiao Sa wasn’t surprised by the strangers in his room. Instead, he nodded politely to them and sat back on the bed. His skin looked pale under the lights, with faint blue veins visible on the back of his hand. Wrapped in bandages, he indeed looked somewhat gaunt after his injuries.

He looked at the blonde officer in the center and asked, “Are you the master of this warship?”

The machine translation reached the group; through context and guesswork, they roughly understood.

Landis scrutinized him deeply. “I am.”

Xiao Sa nodded with a smile. “Thank you for your help, sir. Otherwise, I’d still be in that cage waiting to die.”

Although they only identified the words “thank” and “cage,” the soldier acting as the interrogator immediately showed a sympathetic expression. He didn’t dare peek at Commander Landis, but he kept signaling Adjutant Carlo with his eyes—How could such a gentle and polite, sickly handsome man be a heinous pirate? He’s clearly a pitiful victim who was kidnapped and imprisoned!

However, Admiral Landis did not share this sentiment. A black lion lay at his feet, its fur glossy and its thick mane majestic. This S-rank Spiritual Body, named “Black Flame,” was one that no guard dared to approach except for Landis and Carlo.

Unlike the interrogator’s cat, Black Flame’s coldness and ferocity seemed innate. Like its master, it stared warily at Xiao Sa on the bed, its claws sharp and pupils cold, ready to pounce and devour him at any moment.

Xiao Sa wasn’t intimidated at all. Instead, he looked at the black lion with quite a bit of envy. If only he had such a majestic combat pet.

“Broken Peak is an A-rank fugitive of the Imperial Military.” Landis stared into his eyes, his voice deep and cold. “You say you were captured by pirates. Why did they capture you? Why imprison you but not kill you?”

“What value do you still possess? What is your purpose for sneaking onto this ship under the guise of a victim?”

Landis gave him no time to think of excuses, firing off questions. Even the guards behind him could feel the invisible pressure; no one dared to breathe.

“You had better not lie in front of me.” His gaze was sharp, fixed on Xiao Sa, trying to find a crack in his expression.

However, Xiao Sa just watched the man’s mouth move. After thirty seconds, he hadn’t even twitched an eyebrow.

In the awkward silence, Xiao Sa tapped the stalled translator with his fingertip. Finally, an error message popped up: BEEP—Subject not found. Please speak human.

Xiao Sa: “…” This translator is just bullying the alien, isn’t it?

He subtly observed the blonde officer’s expression. The man was expressionless, sitting perfectly straight and looking dignified, every hair styled meticulously with gel. While he wasn’t exactly friendly toward a “suspicious element” like himself, he hadn’t used violence. He seemed to be from a disciplined, official military force with unquestionable power. The previous questions were likely just about his identity and purpose.

Xiao Sa looked down for a moment, then adopted an expression of deep sincerity. “Respected Captain, my gem necklace might have been stolen by the pirates. If you found it on that ship, please return it to me.”

Fearing the translator would quit again, Xiao Sa reached a hand toward Admiral Landis and emphasized the keywords: “Please, sir, return it, necklace.”

The translator indeed ignored the long introductory sentence and accurately captured only the final part. The AI’s machine translation boomed out with conviction: Please, sir, with me, fall in love!

“…”

In an instant, everyone in the room fell into a state of profound shock and silence. Even the usually composed Admiral Landis showed a look of bewilderment.

The black lion at his feet snapped its furry head up, its eyes wide and round, directly telegraphing its master’s “WTF” mood. The domineering aura shattered instantly, making the scene look quite comical.

The guards gasped. Adjutant Carlo stood with his mouth agape, staring at Xiao Sa, not even daring to look at his superior’s face.

Heavens! Their Commander was famous in the Imperial Military for being cold, ruthless, and unfeeling, a man who had been single for thirty years by choice. And this man, upon meeting Landis for the first time, had proposed in public?!

What immense courage and monumental feat was this!

The atmosphere was bizarre. Xiao Sa raised an eyebrow in confusion. Had he said something wrong?

Landis regained his expressionless mask in an instant. He rose slowly, his military boots thudding heavily on the floor as he walked toward Xiao Sa. The brim of his cap cast a cold, stern shadow over his brow.

Black Flame followed his master, watching with predatory intensity.

Xiao Sa sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at the tall, handsome Legion Commander. The man was well-proportioned with long legs; his black-and-gold uniform was ironed without a single wrinkle. His military buttons were fastened to the very top, outlining his firm, powerful chest muscles, which were adorned with countless medals.

He looked down at Xiao Sa, his ice-blue eyes hinting at a flicker of anger. The light from above spilled over him, casting an oppressive shadow that completely enveloped Xiao Sa.

“Are you playing me?”

The machine-translated voice: Are you toying with me?

Xiao Sa: “…?”

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