Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 105

The Impertal Military Academy did run offe bal being pools for major comperinons

The academy hosted them, and students and teachers could all your

Each person could only het up to 1000 credits, en it was mostly for fun

But did they have to be this organized about throwing money away?

If they had too many credits, they could have just transferred them directly to him

Wesley quickly told Julian, hoping Julian would persuade Class P to withdraw

It was only an entertainment pool.

Bets could still be canceled before the match started.

There’s a good thing like that?”

Then Wesley watched Julian take out his wrist terminal and bet on their own team.

Wesley said nothing.

Could you please behave like a human being?

The betting list for the third match began scrolling across the giant screen in real time. Laughter and nockery rose through the stands.

At almost the same time, a forum post titled “Is Julian Shaw Actually Mentally Unwell? A Serious Discussion” climbed onto the academy forum’s front page.

Other people thought he was sick.

What did that have to do with Julian?

Backstage in the mecha docking bay, Julian was already checking the five weapons on Wesley’s mecha

The chest cannon, energy shield, and Red-Tasseled Spear were his choices.

The two hand cannons were Wesley’s own additions.

‘By normal logic, shouldn’t you have picked a booster too?”

Julian searched through the original owner’s memories.

Imperial pilots loved boosters.

They liked widening distance in combat, improving survival space, and reducing the chance of fatal

mistakes.

Wesley wanted to say he had wanted one too.

Was he supposed to use two weapons to fix the fact that he had no usable main weapon or not?

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Before he could answer. Julian said, “You were right not to choose one. If you had, I’d be worried you

couldn’t handle it.”

Wesley said, “?”

Who exactly are you looking down on?

Julian did not debate with him.

He activated the equipment controls, detached the Red-Tasseled Spear, and placed it on the engineering workstation.

For ease of handling, every mecha component, weapon, and external attachment had a mass-compression function.

So the spear lying before Julian had shrunk to the size of an ordinary spear.

Only its weight remained the same.

What are you doing?”

When Wesley saw Julian take an extraction stylus from his earring, curiosity finally pulled him closer.

ulian said, “Nothing much. Making you a cane.”

Wesley said nothing.

Then Wesley said, “Do I look disabled to you?”

ulian ignored him.

He took out several pale-purple Thunderstrike Stones and quickly liquefied them with the stylus.

Wesley watched the stylus lower.

Pale violet lines unfolded from the tip like lightning being unrolled.

They did not look drawn onto the spear.

They looked like marks left behind when thunder tore through space-natural, strange, and impossible to describe.

Even more unsettling, those lines disappeared the moment Julian lifted the stylus.

The spear still looked silver-white.

The red tassel still burned like a captured flame.

Nothing seemed changed.

Yet Wesley could feel that something was no longer the same.

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