Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 317

Chapter 317 The League Begins

“Julian, you are my god!”

Julian: “…”

Julian: “Roll away.”

The moment Aiden lay down and began rolling forward across the floor, Julian’s silence became deafening

But he had already agreed to Orion.

A rogue cultivator finished what he started.

He spent another day explaining universal artifact sigils to Dr. R and the others.

Julian, who thought he had taught very well, believed everyone understood

So the next day, he moved directly into practical work.

In front of all the trainees…

Little Master Julian did not say a word.

He picked up the pen and drew.

After the vanguard regiment, he drew for the assault regiment,

After the Second Legion, he drew for the Third.

What?

You had a question?

“What question can there be about something this simple?”

“This is practically free points.”

“You just do this, then that, then this.”

“You are the worst class I have ever taught.”

Dr. R and the others, who had dominated fields, taught for years, and produced countless outstanding students: “…”

Why did those lines sound so familiar?

Dr. R’s group was tortured like this for several days, all the way until Julian finished upgrading four regiments’ worth of mechas.

One foot out of prison.

The next second, Julian was air-dropped again.

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Chapter 317 The League Begins

Because the long-awaited Imperial Military Academy League had begun.

Julian “Working Is Impossible Yet Somehow Always Working” Shaw: “…”

Orion!

Awful!

Too awful!

“It’s starting, it’s starting! So what exactly is this year’s league topic? I am so curious and so nervous!”

“Please don’t let it be another barren-planet bug-killing resource hunt. Honestly, I am tired of that format

“So who will win this year? The Imperial Military Academy seed team led by 2S-rank Caelan Rookwood, or the Royal Academy Crown Team with all members above S-rank?”

“Hard to guess, honestly.”

“If Little Master Julian had not isolated the entire seed team by himself, I would bet on Imperial Military Academy. But now? Hard to say.”

As the Empire’s once-every-three-years military academy event, also known as the imperial officer selection tournament, the Imperial Military Academy League had already attracted countless viewers the moment the livestream opened.

Who did not have a teenage dream?

Military academy training was mandatory for military students.

How could seasoned adults like them not watch?

They had to.

While netizens flooded the official livestream with comments, the organizers also connected to several military academies’ own livestreams, beginning to watch the teams as they set off.

The first to appear was the Imperial Royal Military Academy.

Everyone knew Imperial Military Academy was located on the capital world.

And Imperial Royal Military Academy?

Sorry.

Also on the capital world.

As one of the Empire’s five great military academies, and the one that often wrestled with Imperial Military Academy, the Imperial Royal Military Academy was famously rich.

Most of its students came from noble, aristocratic, and council families.

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Chapter 317 The League Begins

The other half were top geniuses recruited from across the Empire. They received extremely generous treatment while also being courted by noble families.

So their gathering looked less like heading to a competition and more like collective wealth exhibition.

Newest supercar hovercars.

Expensive refined accessories.

Strict manners.

Precise formation.

Even the angle at which they looked at the camera had clearly been trained.

Showing off.

But showing off with restraint and elegance, not in a way that made people hate them.

At least on the surface.

“We are looking forward to competing with Imperial Military Academy, and even more looking forward to facing Caelan Rookwood.”

The captain of Imperial Royal Military Academy’s Crown Team was Samuel Watson, the third-year chief and cousin of First Prince Isolde Mulholland.

He smiled.

“But we will win. That is beyond doubt.”

The camera turned.

Netizens followed the official livestream to Imperial Military Academy.

Unlike the Royal Academy, where the idol baggage was heavy but all twelve members appeared together…

Imperial Military Academy’s two teams had some baggage.

But not much.

Harmony?

No.

Soft?

Very.

But it was still a starlit silver wolf.

A 3S-rank starlit silver wolf.

Ever since Julian and Orion made their relationship public, Little Master Julian had been confirmed as Little Gentleman.

And did anyone still need to guess which spirit form Little Gentleman carried around every day?

It was definitely General Silver.

Its appearance did differ slightly from what the public had imagined.

But it was cute.

Chapter 318 The Wolf Could Not Board

And fluffy.

And so tempting to bury one’s face in.

Unfortunately, cuteness was one thing.

Bringing it into the competition was another.

So the reporter immediately fled with great professional speed.

But what did outsiders know?

The reason Julian was most annoyed was not that Ruin could not come aboard.

It was that Orion had returned the noisy broken flower to him.

Fired

At that very moment, Alkaid was bouncing inside his psychic sea, spinning and screaming because Orion had rejected it.

Julian: “…”

Julian: So loud.

Soon, Imperial Military Academy’s boarding notice sounded.

In the end, Ruin still failed to squeeze onto the starship. It could only sit in place, let out one sorrowful “Awoo,” then disperse under Orion’s order and return to him.

“Awoo!”

Back at Orion’s side, the wolf cub slapped the documents out of Orion’s hand with one paw and howled at him with intense hostility.

“Ruin…”

Orion smiled helplessly.

A spirit form was the subconscious of its master.

It was the most direct, most primitive expression of the self.

So Ruin wanted to follow Julian.

And Orion wanted the same thing.

“Julian is going to compete. If I let you go with him, his results and his team’s results will definitely be questioned.”

Orion was persuading Ruin.

He was also persuading himself, the man whose possessiveness had always been overwhelming.

Did he not want Ruin beside Julian?