Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 498

Chapter 498 Right Into the Trap

Silence stretched across the valley for about half a minute

Then, one by one, the scattered Gluckoo Chickens began picking their cautious, tentative way back.

The first to return was a magnificent rooster, his plumage a brazing weave of gold and crimson, the long trailing feathers of his tail catching the sunlight and throwing it back in brilliant, metallic arcs.

He stretched his neck forward and swept his gaze from side to side, advancing one measured step at a time toward the funnel’s gleaming mouth.

He stopped just at the edge of the wide opening, cocked his head at a sharp angle, and regarded the great silver-white contraption with a long, searching look.

Then he spotted the corn.

He dipped his head and pecked up a single kernel, tossed it back, and stood perfectly still for one bewildered second.

Then he pecked up another. And another after that.

He ate with deepening absorption, his attention narrowing’to nothing but the trail of corn and sweet juice. and somewhere in the middle of all that focused, blissful pecking, he simply walked into the pipe.

The funnel’s inner walls were smooth as polished glass, and once inside, there was nowhere to go but forward and down, the gentle slope carrying him along until he vanished into the metal housing at the

narrow end.

The indicator light blinked once, and the counter ticked from zero to one.

Clara’s mouth fell open and stayed that way.

Then came the second Cluckoo Chicken. Then the third. Then the fourth.

They poured in from every direction as though something ancient and irresistible had reached out and called their names, queuing up in a loose, meandering line and marching dutifully into the pipe one after another.

Big ones and small ones, roosters and hens, and trailing at the very back, a cluster of round, downy chucks, chirping and swaying and wobbling their way earnestly inside.

Olivia pressed both hands hard over her mouth, battling the very physical urge to make a sound.

Felix’s eyes had gone so wide they looked liable to simply fall out of his head.

Rocket’s throat worked in one long, controlled swallow.

Sharpie’s face stayed its usual carved-granite blank, but his hands were trembling

Elizabeth crouched behind her tree and watched the whole magnificent spectacle untold with a warm deeply satisfied smile, like a playwright watching her finest act performed exactly as written.

Chapter 498 Right Into the Trap

After a long, stunned silence, Olivia finally recovered some portion of her voice.

She turned to Tyson and dropped it to an urgent, disbelieving whisper “What is happening right now? Why are they acting like they’ve been bewitched?”

Tyson smiled, and threaded through that smile was a particular brand of knowing, self-satisfied delight that said very clearly, ‘I knew you’d react exactly like this.

“We had the exact same reaction when we were catching the crabs.” He tilted his head toward the funnel. “Ma’am used fruit juice to bait them in. Those Crackshell Crabs went absolutely frantic for it. We couldn have stopped them if we’d tried.”

Olivia opened her mouth.

“Fruit juice?” she said. “Just fruit juice?”

“Just fruit juice,” Tyson confirmed.

Olivia looked down at the bottle of strawberry juice still sitting in her hand, the one Ella had given her at lunch, the one she’d been too fond of to finish and had tucked carefully into her pocket.

She turned it over in her palms, studying it from every conceivable angle, genuinely searching its label fo

answers.

“What on earth is in this juice?”

Tyson considered the question for a moment. “Best guess? It’s just that good. Good enough to make absolutely no distinction between humans and wildlife.”

Olivia stared at him for a beat, then laughed despite herself. “That is the least scientific explanation I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s also accurate,” Tyson said. “You couldn’t stop eating at lunch either.”

Olivia had absolutely nothing to say to that.

Felix leaned in from beside her. “So wait. The Crackshell Crabs that hunted us for thief straight days and nights…” He paused. “They weren’t actually being aggressive. They were just hungry?”

Tyson glanced at him. “That’s one way to put it.”

Felix went very quiet.

He thought about those three days. The relentless chase. His mech suit cracking apart under those mas claws. The leg injury that still ached. The moments where he’d been genuinely, coldly certain he was guing to die out there.

And those creatures had been doing all of that not out of ferocity, but out of sheer, uncomplicated craving

Something small and wounded stirred in his chest.

Olivia reached over and patted his shoulder with firm, cheerful solidarny.

Chapter 498-Right Into the Trap

“Don’t dwell on it. Those crabs are ours now. We’ll get our revenge the delicious way.”

Felix looked at her, and then, slowly, nodded.

“I want mine butter-basted, he said.

Rocket supplied from just behind them, “Cajun’s better.”

Olivia laughed out loud.

Elizabeth turned around and pressed one finger to her lips in a sharp, pointed gesture.

Everyone snapped their mouths shut at once and swung their attention back to the valley.

The Cluckoo Chickens were still filing in, steady and orderly and completely enchanted, one after another after another.

The great gold-and-crimson rooster was long gone, and now a white hen was making her way inside at the head of a wavering, peeping retinue of chicks.

One of the smallest got into difficulty halfway down the slope, its tiny legs scrabbling uselessly against the smooth surface, its distressed little chirps cutting sharply through the quiet.

Elizabeth’s brow furrowed. She rose, crossed to the pipe in a few brisk strides, crouched beside it, and gave the struggling chick a firm, decisive nudge with two fingers.

“Keep moving, little one. You’re holding up the line.”

The chick’s wings beat in a brief, frantic flutter as it skidded the rest of the way down and disappeared inside.

Elizabeth gave a satisfied nod, stood, and returned to her spot.

Olivia watched the entire exchange, and for a long moment, the world felt faintly, wonderfully surreal around the edges.

“Clara,” she murmured, barely above a breath. “Pinch me.”

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