Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 242

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Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General

Chapter 242 The Slap Convention

“Hello, Granddad.”

Julian received several energy planets.

“Hello, Grandpa Carter.”

Julian received two vacation planets.

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“Hello, Grandpa Boone.”

That central hub starport looked pretty nice too..

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By the time Julian finished greeting everyone, his wrist terminal was full of transfer notices for planets, starports, starships, and land.

There were also all kinds of storage buttons packed with materials, so many he could barely hold them with one hand.

“No wonder everyone wants to join a big sect and become the favored genius with a pile of masters, elders, uncles, grandfathers, and grandmothers…”

Wow.

Delicious.

Everyone rested briefly for one day.

During that day, Rowan had already arranged the patients into different large wards according to the old generals‘ entrant roster and the battle illusions the veterans were trapped in.

Many veterans had fallen into illusions during the same battle.

That meant the scenes built by their illusions overlapped heavily, which made it much easier for the entrants to adapt.

Once everything was ready, Marshal Atlas Ashford was the first to enter an illusion.

Just as Julian had guessed, to veterans of that generation, Marshal Atlas was no less important than Orion was to the new soldiers now.

Atlas entered several illusions in a row.

Every time his slap landed, the trapped veteran’s eyes became guaranteedly clear.

The other old generals were not quite as effective as Atlas, but their results were still much better than Orion’s earlier attempts.

The old generals had not fallen.

The flame passed on.

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Chapter 242 The Slap Convention

And if it was passed on through slaps, was that not still passing it on?

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However, after several rounds of heavy slapping, both Atlas and the other old generals agreed this could not continue.

“How long are we supposed to do this one by one? Time is short, the mission is heavy. Can we make this more efficient?”

The old generals looked eagerly at Julian.

They were all Alphas. Compared with Betas, they had far less patience for repetitive work as dull as turning

screws.

That was also why most of the Empire’s top scientists were not Alphas.

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For these old generals who had spent heavily on him, Julian was quite tolerant.

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So he thought for two seconds and said, “Entering one illusion to slap one person is indeed too slow. Since you have adapted to the rhythm of illusions, and these veterans basically all know you, gathering you together is not impossible.”

The moment the old generals heard that there was an advanced method, one of them laughed loudly.

“Little one, are you saying you want to connect us old fellows to thousands of illusions at once and let us go in and find people to slap ourselves?”

“Fine by me. But you idiots better not get lost, or you will be laughed to death once you come out.”

“I cannot speak for you people, but I, Boone, will never get lost.”

Just as Julian had said, he soon had Rowan gather wounded soldiers from the same battle together.

Then, relying on the terrifying carrying capacity of his divine sense, he sent Atlas and the others into a massive illusion with the wounded veterans.

It was so realistic it was nearly indistinguishable from truth.

When scene after real scene assembled within Julian’s illusion and perfectly recreated every angle of a battlefield…

Atlas and the others were left with only shock.

But once there were too many people, things became chaotic easily.

Everyone had agreed to move in different directions, but once they acted, deviations still happened.

Add in the fact that Julian had stacked too many illusions together, and their collapse came with delays…

Some veterans woke up sobbing.

Not because of trauma.

Because they had been slapped by the old generals they admired most.

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One middle–aged major general with extremely high seniority suffered the worst. His illusion collapse was severely delayed, and he was clearly someone every old general had kept in mind.

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Julian personally watched him take more than a dozen slaps, two punches, three kicks, and two thorough beatings.

The man was almost broken, yet the illusion still had not released him.

Julian picked at his fingers and absolutely refused to admit that the server he had built was lagging.

“This is probably what they mean when heaven gives a great mission to a man.”

In the end, that major general in his hundred–plus years woke up with a wooden expression.

What regret?

What unwillingness in the illusion?

All he knew was that all his embarrassing business had been witnessed by every senior he respected.

He had kept his head down for years,

Now he would never lift it again.

As for the veterans who had only taken a few fewer beatings or a few fewer slaps, once someone comforted them using that major general’s experience, they felt much better at once.

Some even said that not everyone could be the “group favorite.”

If you wanted the crown, you had to bear its weight.

He deserved it.

Of course, Atlas and the others truly reflected on these accidents.

Only, in their view, soldiers needed mental resilience. That was basic.

Taking a few extra slaps or beatings was a small matter.

Tiring out elderly people like them was a big matter.

How exhausting was it for old men if one person had to take that many beatings?

“For the next battle, we have to split people up. In the time we wasted on one man, we could have slapped awake ten or twenty. What kind of sense does it make to only slap one?”

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