The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 321: Arren’s Determination

That night was only the beginning. The world knew that the peaceful era they had was being disrupted with each passing day.

After the successful operation, Spade didn’t stop his attacks, leading to a few relatively strong bases and the headquarters of the organizations left.

Of course, the organization was not a weak chicken that would be grilled in an instant.

Marquis Laurent exploded; his anger could be felt by everyone. He also figured out that they were entering the final stage of confrontation, and he was at a great disadvantage.

With his gut full of anger, Laurent glared at the scene in front of him. It was a laboratory with a lot of apparatus, and at the center of it was a huge sphere, constantly spinning slowly.

On its two sides, small tubes were attached to it as some liquid passed through it and dripped down to small vials at the end. The fully covered scientists would then organize them at the side.

His bloodshot eyes, which were filled with ambition as he looked at this, were now filled with inexplicable madness. Laurent’s hand trembled as he clenched his teeth.

"If only I had him..." he muttered in a crazy tone. "This will be a perfect drug for the world I envisioned." His bloodshot eyes dilated, filled with extreme lunacy.

Laurent Ford was never sane. It could be said that every generation of the leaders was not sane; they all had aspirations to build the old Empire and shoot the new sun.

However, every leader would still have their own ambitions during their reign, while some were not as crazy as their predecessors.

Laurent was a bit different from all of them... He was the craziest, with the most insane ambitions. He didn’t only want to build the Old Empire... He wants to build a new world.

Grasping the new world in his palm and designing its evolution as he pleased was more inclined to his taste. A stronger distinction between genders, an evolution that would let everyone’s desires be heightened.

He wanted to know the limits of their second gender; it fascinated him how their instincts would gradually take control of them during their ruts or heats.

This phenomenon... He wanted to know the extent of what it could do to their limits, and whether would it be possible for them to control it. If so, humanity would really enter a new age.

And he... Laurent Ford was the one who made it happen. The thought of it captivated him so much that all of his body would tremble in anticipation.

All of his desires root in his mind, to the point that the aspirations of his father and ancestors were disregarded as a mere second priority.

This drug... was the most important key to the world he envisioned.

Arielle was the one who crafted and created this drug. Laurent knew that Arielle was the best scientist he had; she was really a genius in the genetic field. Her astounding accomplishments led her to the invention of this drug.

However, Arielle suddenly realized the horror of this drug. Before Laurent knew it, she had already run away, and no one knew where she was. Laurent himself didn’t know that Arielle had invented this kind of drug until a few years later, when he found out its formula.

Arielle had used herself as the test subject, so her genes and blood were the most compatible. However, there was also a note in the formula that Arielle had pointed out... She was an unmarked omega, and her formula wouldn’t be perfect.

Unless she would be marked it, its efficiency would increase. She didn’t have any opportunity to know the last result because she had already left by then and threw everything in her past.

And now... Her son was the one suffering. If she knew, the son she saved would also be subjected to this kind of torment, and Arielle would probably never rest in peace.

However, it was already here. Arielle was gone, but she left a son, who was also a male omega. Someone with a closer genetic composition and similarly connected in blood... Arren.

The key to perfecting this drug.

Every time Laurent thought of his key that suddenly ran away, he would gnash his teeth and almost howl from insanity. His goal was already in front of him, but it suddenly flew away!

"It’s fine," Laurent breathed. His eyes stared at the sphere. "It’s too bad; I can’t make it a perfect evolution. It’s fine."

He glanced at the side and gave the order. "Distribute it." He then sneered and laughed maniacally. "Your Majesty, please receive my gift!"

Laurent got the news of his wife’s imprisonment, but he didn’t care so much. His eyes were still thinking of how he could get his hands on Arren while infuriating the emperor to death for snatching what was his.

Come, let’s play the game of destruction!

A few days later, as the assault started, the palace was also in chaos, specifically the monitoring room, as a lot of calls were coming in.

Spade would have almost smashed one of the monitors if Arren had not stopped him in time.

News of Berserk alphas was increasing in number. It wasn’t only in the empire but in a lot of countries around the world. It was their time to be caught off guard.

The empire’s situation was relatively milder, as the forces they had immediately took action before the situation got out of hand. In some countries, though, the situation was getting more intense as gruesome events were slowly rising.

The alphas were so strong this time that one elite wouldn’t be able to hold them; they were also smarter and more cunning. If one disregards their unfocused bloodshot eyes and the sinister aura surrounding their wild pheromones, no one would be convinced that they were influenced by some kind of drug.

It was as if their instincts really took over their consciousness, and it was rampaging after being suppressed for so long by their human consciousness.

Arren led Spade into the next room and calmed him down. Spade barely had any sleep for days, and so his emotions were easier to be stirred, and exhaustion was also slowly enveloping him.

"Here, sleep for a bit..." Arren patted his lap and grabbed Spade’s hand.

Spade still looked furious in his eyes, but his temper would slowly crumble in front of Arren. Still, he shook his head.

"I still have some work to do." The preparation of their final assault on the headquarters was reaching its final stages, and Spade didn’t want anything else to happen to the preparations, even more so now that the leader was already acting up.

Spade was stubborn, but Arren was more stubborn than him. He refused to acknowledge his response and repeated what he said with a firm tone.

"Sleep first." Arren was looking up at him and continued, "Sleeping for an hour or two will not make this situation any worse than this. Please, Spade? I’m worried."

His eyes and pleading tone immediately made Spade hesitate, and as always, he relented again. Pillowing in Aren’s lap, Spade closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he was already sleeping after immersing himself in how Arren gently stroked and brushed his hair.

Perhaps also because he knew that Arren was right.

Arren, looking at Spade, caressed his face and heaved a sigh.

This damn situation...

Arren was also determined to end it. As he also knew that drug and why he was important to them.

End this. End this fucking hell.