Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 453

15:48 Wed, Aug 12

Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General

Chapter 453 A New Council Speaker

There was only one reason.

The Empire was about to change.

Marcus had declared it himself.

“Hmph.”

Oren gave a cold snort.

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Marcus ignored him and turned to greet Corvo Holt, who had also advanced to 3S–class, and Visser Watson, who liked to carry himself as though being the Emperor’s father–in–law made him royalty.

Everyone knew the Imperial Council had five Speakers.

Oren Rockefeller stood at the top. Marcus Blackwell and the former Gideon Whitmore came next. The Department of Education and White Tower each held one seat as well.

The last two positions were largely ceremonial. Unless a matter directly involved their departments, those Speakers rarely attended ordinary Council sessions.

Gideon had stepped down several months earlier because of the Julian incident. His seat had remained empty ever since.

Now the time had come to fill it.

“I object!”

Oren fought Corvo’s appointment with everything he had.

The minority still had to yield to the majority.

Only a short time ago, Oren had dominated the Council. Now he had somehow become the most powerless person in the chamber.

Let us congratulate our newest Council Speaker, Corvo Holt!”

At Marcus’s call, the councilors broke into applause. Only Oren and the representatives of several families loyal to him stormed out in fury.

As though sincerely grateful for his colleagues‘ support, Marcus smiled.

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delivered to each of you immediately.”

The councilors departed in satisfaction.

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Only then did Marcus, Corvo, and Visser raise their glasses inside a stretched hovercar and begin discussing matters not meant for outside ears.

“Orion, Atlas, Harper, and Caleb are all confirmed to be at the border. The only top–tier fighter beside Julian is General Marston. You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”

Marcus drained his red wine in one swallow.

Corvo and Visser exchanged knowing smiles and emptied their glasses as well.

“An unmarked Omega, even one at 2S–class, has no right to be this arrogant,” Corvo said with a

sneer.

Julian had been the reason Corvo’s son Merrick was sent to the border.

Corvo had never forgotten.

“His arrogance is useful,” Visser said with a soft click of his tongue. “If he were timid and refused to offer us an opening, how would we capture him and use him to restrain Orion and Atlas?

“Besides, bringing a 2S–class Omega under our control would be an enormous asset to our cause, wouldn’t it?”

In a stark white chamber, seventeen Alphas lay weakly on floating mattresses.

Psychic–suppression collars circled their necks. Special restraints designed to block psychic power bound their hands.

All six walls of the hexagonal cell were semitransparent one–way mirrors. There was no physical door, only a warm force–field barrier. Low–frequency white noise droned without

pause.

“Warning. Fusion rate inadequate. Fusion rate inadequate. Test subjects suspected of active resistance…”

The Al repeated the alert while the researchers behind the one–way glass watched with grim expressions.

Meanwhile, deep within the Central Star Region, Liberty Star glittered.

It was the Empire’s entertainment world, packed with casinos, private nightclubs, elite hotels, and extravagantly luxurious restaurants.

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Celebrity roadshows appeared everywhere. Whenever nobles or other powerful figures passed, performers raised their voices and threw everything they had into the show, desperate to catch someone’s eye.

Immersive gaming halls and animated–experience districts covered the streets. Combat arenas, boxing halls, and mecha stadiums were built to the highest possible standard. Visitors could enter the ring themselves or place any wager they pleased.

Electric violet.

Fluorescent pink.

Laser blue.

Brilliant neon wrapped the planet. Every thirty minutes, sixty percent of the world’s lights dimmed in a graceful sweep. Three minutes later, the colors blossomed back to full brightness like a flower opening.

“Endless night. Party till you die.”

A boy in an exquisite formal suit had barely left the spaceport when an enormous virtual clown swayed its head and grinned at the arriving guests.

“Welcome to Neon City!”

The boy’s face remained blank.

He did not want to be here.

At all.

Harold, walking behind him, looked delighted. He had the loose swagger of a street punk returning to his own neighborhood.

“It’s been forever. This place really hasn’t changed at-”

Helen, whose long golden hair had been pinned up, stomped hard on his foot before he could finish.

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