Chapter 67: Till Death Do Us Part

When Shao Ye groggily came to, the first thing that hit him was the overwhelming sense of déjà vu. The room screamed luxury—a sprawling chamber lined with display cases showcasing models of mechas and warships. The kind of place that reeked of wealth and arrogance. He glanced around, a nagging feeling crawling under his skin, like he’d been here before.

He tried to sit up, but the moment he moved, a dull ache flared in his back and hips. Worse, a sharp, mortifying soreness in the unmentionable areas made him wince.

What the hell?!

He threw back the covers, and the sight of his own body left him frozen. Marks. Everywhere. Faintly red, bruised, telling the story of a night that clearly hadn’t held back.

“Son of a—” He sucked in a breath, his mind racing to piece together the fragmented images flickering back into place. He’d been on a rescue mission when he ran into him.

Lu Zhanxing. That cocky bastard.

Then his heat had hit—timing like a goddamn cosmic joke—and the next thing he knew, he’d been devoured whole, with nothing left to spare.

He sat there, numb. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

Before he could spiral further, a voice cut through the silence. Cool, detached. “Sir, you’re awake. Officer Lu has gone to the Alliance Council’s session on Omega rights reform. Shall I notify the maids to bring in your breakfast?”

“Who the f—?” Shao Ye’s head whipped around, heart hammering. His gaze landed on a sleek holographic AI projection materializing at the bedside. The thing had a calm, synthetic smile.

“Sir, I am Ye Li, the derivative AI of the Skynet system. You don’t remember me?”

Shao Ye’s throat dried up. Great. A sentient robot that probably knew his browser history. “I, uh, lost my memory,” he muttered. No way was he about to admit the truth—that the original owner of this body was six feet under, and he was just a misplaced soul squatting in it.

Ye Li didn’t seem fazed. AI didn’t do emotional breakdowns, after all. “Understood. I’ll contact the top specialists at the Alliance’s premier hospital. Your private medical team will arrive within thirty minutes for a full examination.”

“Wait, what?” Shao Ye blinked.

Private medical team?

What kind of life had this body’s previous owner been living?

A billionaire’s playground?

“No,” Shao Ye snapped, cutting off the AI. “Nobody comes in here. Got it? I don’t want to see anyone.”

Dragging himself out of bed, every step an exercise in humiliation, he spotted a neatly folded set of clothes nearby. He dressed quickly, cursing under his breath. Time to get the hell out of here before Lu Zhanxing comes back for round two.

“Sir, you’ve just finished your heat cycle. Your body hasn’t fully recovered,” Nightshade chimed in, unbothered by Shao Ye’s stubbornness. “I recommend a nutritional injection and immediate rest.”

“Nutritional injection?” Shao Ye echoed, his ears perking up. “Where?”

A drawer slid open, revealing a tray of syringes. Without a second thought, he grabbed one at random, jammed it into his arm, and headed for the door.

He barely made it out before reality slapped him in the face—a small army of guards and maids stationed at the entrance.

“Sir,” one of the guards stepped forward with a stiff salute. “Officer Lu instructed us to ensure you stay put and rest until his return. If you need anything, just call.”

Shao Ye slammed the door shut in their faces, seething. Imprisoned. Like a freaking canary in a golden cage. But if they thought that was going to stop him, they clearly didn’t know who they were dealing with.

He climbed out the window, scaling the roof like a thief in his own damn life, and surveyed the massive estate. What he saw made his blood run cold—patrolling guards, drones hovering like vultures, watchdogs prowling every corner. The entire place was a fortress. No walls in sight, just endless security.

Shao Ye gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing on the helipad in the distance. A military chopper sat there, taunting him like a beacon of hope.

Moving with practiced precision, he ambushed a guard, knocking him out cold and stealing his uniform. With his best poker face, he strolled toward the chopper, acting like he belonged there.

So far, so good.

Until he stepped inside.

The cabin wasn’t empty. Three men and one woman, decked out in tactical gear, were lounging casually, playing cards. A pile of sunflower seeds sat on the table between them.

“Shao Ye!” one of them exclaimed, lighting up like it was a reunion. “Finally awake, huh? Took you long enough. I told them you’d wake up in seven days!”

Another guy groaned, tossing some credits onto the table. “Damn, I thought the boss would keep him down for at least two weeks. Heat plus sensitivity? That’s gotta be brutal.”

The woman snorted. “Lu Zhanxing wouldn’t push him that hard. Didn’t you see how many suppressors the guy injected himself with? He’s practically walking on fumes.”

Shao Ye stood frozen, jaw clenched, as the realization sank in. He wasn’t escaping—not from this, not from Lu Zhanxing, and definitely not from the twisted soap opera his life had become.

Yu Han cracked a lazy grin, his voice dripping with calm confidence. “Well, well, looks like the Omega Liberation Protocol has finally passed. What a damn fine day to legalize the Omega Alliance and shut down those godforsaken breeding facilities. Oh, and as luck would have it, Shao Ye’s finally awake—just in time to make it to the press conference.”

Shao Ye blinked, utterly clueless but trying not to let it show. The vibe screamed old friends reunion, so he figured he’d fake it.

“Uh… yeah. Long time no see,” he muttered, voice stiff as hell.

Dead silence. Then, like a dam bursting, everyone broke into laughter.

A female Alpha smacked his shoulder with a grin. “Shao Ye, you seriously thinking of running off again?”

The words hit like a sucker punch. His body froze on instinct.

Lai Xueluan chimed in, her tone light but with an edge that cut deep. “Oh, we know all about it—heard you lost your memory, huh? No wonder the boss went insane trying to track you down, and you didn’t even bother to call.”

Shao Ye stood there like a deer in headlights, their words washing over him. Wait a second… Was the previous owner of this body actually some lovebird paired with that Lu Zhanxing guy?

If it was true love, then why the hell hadn’t Zhanxing noticed the soul swap?

Or worse—had he figured it out but still gone ahead and done that with him?

Disgust flickered across Shao Ye’s face as he sneered, throwing caution—and patience—to the wind. “I’m not your Shao Ye, and I’m sure as hell not Lu Zhanxing’s partner. I’m outta here, and none of you are stopping me.”

Before anyone could react, he yanked out a pistol he’d swiped off some unlucky bodyguard, pointing it squarely at the group.

The room went still, tension thick enough to choke on.

“Whoa, easy there,” Yu Mo said quickly, holding up his hands. “We’re all brothers here, remember? It’s just a little memory loss. Hell, with modern medicine, you’ll be back to normal in no time. The team’s on their way. Let’s not make this worse, yeah?”

But Shao Ye wasn’t having it. Ignoring their pleas, he grabbed a comm device, locking in on Lu Yan’s location. Bingo—same city. Without a second thought, he waved the gun toward the nearest pilot.

“Fly. Now.”

The helicopter’s rotors roared to life, cutting through the tension as they lifted off. Mid-flight, Shao Ye’s head began to pound like a jackhammer. Memories—blurred, jagged, raw—were clawing their way to the surface.

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as fragmented images exploded behind his eyes:

A deafening explosion. Collapsing walls. The academy in ruins.

The dark maw of a cave, glowing with the hungry eyes of beasts. A man’s arms around him, whispering promises of protection.

Rain pouring over rubble, soaking through him as someone gently draped a trench coat over his shoulders. “From now on, I’m your family.”

A war-torn galaxy, the seventh star system burning under the night sky. A state-of-the-art mech kneeling before him, cradling him in its palm. Fireworks erupted, and that same man confessed, his voice steady but raw. “I love you.”

His chest heaved, his breathing ragged as the images stabbed through him.

Behind him, the special ops team exchanged tense glances.

“It’s kicking in,” Yu Mo murmured, low enough for only the others to hear. “The memory-recovery serum’s working.”

Lai Xueluan glanced at her watch. “Half an hour tops, and he’ll remember everything. Let’s circle the air until the press conference starts. We’ll bring him straight to the square when it’s time.”

They nodded in unison, engines humming as they looped above the city.

But Shao Ye barely noticed. His mind was a battlefield, torn between what he was remembering and what he wanted to forget.

Memories crashed into each other like a raging tide, and before Shao Ye even noticed, hot tears were already streaming down his face.

The man who had always stood behind him, supporting him, shielding him from the storm—who else could it be but Lu Zhanxing?

The man who loved him with all his heart wasn’t just anyone.

It was him. Shao Ye.

He hadn’t crossed over into this world three months ago. No, it had been over ten years since he first arrived. His talent for mechanical programming wasn’t some innate gift. It was the hard-won result of a decade’s worth of relentless study, nights burned under dim lights, and an unyielding grind.

And now, finally, everything had come flooding back.

The Omega veterans who fought shoulder-to-shoulder with him. The brothers and sisters of the special operations unit who had his back in every firefight. And Lu Zhanxing, the Alpha who slid a wedding ring onto his trembling finger.

He remembered it all.

Eyes closed, Shao Ye let out a silent breath. Tears traced lines down his cheeks, hot and unrelenting.

“Hey.” Lai Xueluan’s voice was sharp, her hand prodding his shoulder.

Shao Ye blinked, breaking free of his daze. Taking the tissue she handed him, he muttered, “Thanks, Xueluan.”

“No prob—” She froze mid-sentence, pupils contracting as realization hit her. “Wait. You… you remember now?”

Shao Ye gave a faint nod, his voice steady but soft. “Yeah. All of it.”

Yu Mo let out a long sigh, his tension visibly dissolving. “About damn time. Just do me a favor—next time, don’t point a gun at my head. I hate that shit. I almost shot you on instinct earlier.”

A dry laugh escaped Shao Ye as he holstered his weapon. “Don’t worry. It won’t happen again.”

Lai Xueluan glanced at her watch, her tone brisk. “Timing’s perfect. The Omega Liberation Act press conference is about to start. Let’s head to the city square. The boss and Dr. Lu are waiting for us there.”

“Dr. Lu?” Shao Ye frowned, his brows knitting. “She’s here, in the First Galaxy? Isn’t the Alliance still out to exterminate the Omega Union?”

A flicker of worry crossed his face.

Lai Xueluan waved off his concern. “Relax. The boss has it covered. Turns out, when the boss visited the Omega Union a few days ago, she found out Dr. Lu is actually her biological mother—the one everyone thought was dead for years. And yeah, she knows you’re the boss’s mate. She’s thrilled, by the way.”

Shao Ye was stunned into silence. But as the pieces clicked, something from years ago surfaced. The alias Lu Zhanxing used when they first met—Lu Chen. It wasn’t random. Could it have been a nickname his mother gave him?

Lai Xueluan pressed on, her tone turning lighter. “The committee finally recognized the Omega Union’s legitimacy. They’ve been shutting down forced breeding centers across major star systems since last month and converting them into Omega rights protection agencies.”

“Now, any Omega suffering from abuse, oppression, or denial of education can get help. They’ll fight for justice, teach them skills, and help them stand on their own damn feet.”

Shao Ye’s chest tightened, the flood of emotions overwhelming him. His vision blurred as fresh tears surged forth, hot and unstoppable.

Before long, they arrived at the city square.

The place was a sea of people, waves of Omega flooding the streets, their banners screaming for freedom. Each face was alight with joy—raw, unfiltered, and utterly contagious.

The old Empire’s Omega-only institution, O'Dell Academy, had undergone a radical transformation. Once obsessed with teaching submissiveness, posture, and decorative etiquette, the school now embraced practical sciences and humanities. No longer a playground for privileged Omegas, it had opened its doors to all, allowing even those from the lowest rungs to rise through merit-based exams.

The world had shifted. And for the first time, Shao Ye could feel it—not as an idea, but as a reality taking root before his very eyes.

Lu Zhanxing strode onto the stage, commanding the attention of the entire Alliance, and with a voice that cut through the noise like steel, he announced the Omega Liberation Order.

Across the eight major stars of the Alliance, the crowd erupted in deafening applause. Fireworks tore through the skies in a wild, chaotic display, while the fourth-generation mechas roared above, their synchronized aerial stunts painting the heavens with vibrant, smoky trails that immortalized this historic moment.

Lu Zhanxing wasn’t done. He rattled off the names of the scientific team behind the fourth-gen mechas—names of Omegas that rang out loud and clear across the Alliance. For once, they weren’t whispered in secrecy or erased from credit. No, these names were burned into history, etched into every ear that dared to listen.

"And now," Lu Zhanxing said, letting the crowd hang on his words, "there’s one more thing I need to announce." He turned, locking eyes with Shao Ye in the crowd, and motioned him forward. "Shao Ye, get up here."

Tens of thousands of eyes zeroed in on Shao Ye, and while his nerves threatened to lock him in place, he clenched his fists and forced his feet to move. One step. Then another. Straight toward the man waiting for him.

And just as Shao Ye reached him, Lu Zhanxing dropped to one knee like a damn thunderbolt out of nowhere. He pulled out a battered wedding ring, one he’d salvaged from the wreckage of their past, and his voice, steady and raw, cut through the stunned silence.

"Ah Ye, last time, you were the one who asked me. This time, it’s my turn. Will you marry me?"

The crowd exploded. A wall of sound—applause, cheers, screams. Friends and comrades looked on from the audience: Alice, Dr. Lu, all of them glowing with anticipation. The special ops Alphas and the Omega researchers—they weren’t just watching. They were rooting. They were feeling it.

Shao Ye reached out, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through the chaos. "Just don’t lose me again."

Lu Zhanxing’s whole body trembled as he answered, “Never. Not in this lifetime. Not in the next.”

With steady hands, he slid the ring onto Shao Ye’s finger. And before Lu could even stand, Shao Ye launched himself forward, wrapping his arms around Lu’s neck and pulling him into a kiss so fierce, so alive, that it left no room for doubt.

“I love you,” Shao Ye murmured, their foreheads pressed together.

“And I’ll love you forever,” Lu Zhanxing shot back, voice like a vow carved in stone.

The crowd roared. History had just been rewritten, and it came wrapped in love, fire, and the unmistakable sound of cheering.

—The End—