The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 331: Destroyed

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Arren subconsciously placed his hand on his chest, and his heartbeat became faster and louder.

Spade’s gaze...

For some reason, even if Arren couldn’t hear his thoughts or discern any emotions from Spade at the moment, he just knew... No, he could somehow feel it.

The raw emotions that Spade was feeling in that moment.

He took another step, not breaking their eye contact. For a few moments, Arren almost forgot where they were or the fear that once engulfed him the moment that he saw the leader.

It was Spade who slowly returned his attention to the Marquis, who was now doing his best to get up, holding Spade’s foot, trying to push him.

The Marquis’s bloodshot eyes and the different aura he gave off had become terrifying. If it was the Arren before, it was enough for him to crouch in fear, not daring to look.

And yet, when Arren glanced at the leader, at the demon he loathed, he found out that the fear was much less than before. There was still fear, but it was overpowered by Spade’s presence.

He never thought that one’s presence could be so significant that he could shield Arren from the terrifying emotions that surfaced after seeing the demon up close. freёweɓnovel.com

Perhaps, it was because Arren realized that he wasn’t as powerless as before. He didn’t need to feel any despair anymore.

Gradually, Arren was seeing the leader in a new light.

Oh, he wasn’t that unbeatable, after all. His powerful image, which imprisoned and traumatized him, was slowly crumbling.

Looking at the Marquis struggling Spade’s foot, Arren’s eyes shone as though mesmerized by this sight.

Then, the Marquis suddenly shouted and spouted curses while holding Spade’s foot, glaring fiercely at the alpha. It was as if he couldn’t say or do anything else anymore but badmouth Spade.

It was then that the organization agents present were about to make a move; seeing their leader in that situation, they had to do something. Although they were careful enough not to shoot immediately, as they were similar to emotionless machines, the ’code’ of loyalty to the organization’s leader was etched in their minds.

As long as the Marquis was under Spade’s mercy, they couldn’t do anything rashly. In a way, it was also their apparent weakness.

Their action didn’t go unnoticed by the empire’s forces as they prepared for combat. Instantly, even Arren noticed the tension in the air grew fierce.

Spade still didn’t say anything to the Marquis, as though he couldn’t hear him as he completely ignored him. However, the pressure coming from him only increased, pouring all the rage within him into the man under his foot.

His cold gaze then rose and swept at the organization agents whose guns were aiming at him. Spade’s eyes remained calm, without any upheavals or fear from this scene.

Instead, it was the agents who suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts. It shouldn’t be possible, as they were already made as ruthless, emotionless, loyal killer weapons.

Yet, it existed, some even swallowed hard and almost took a step back.

For the first time in years, they were finally able to feel something, and it wasn’t a pleasant emotion.

It was fear. They were afraid.

The person in front of them... was an apex predator. Slowly, Spade’s pheromones were affecting them, making it harder to focus and contain their fear.

"What the fuck are you all doing? Shoot him! Don’t just stare at him, damn it! Useless! All of you are damn useless."

In that room, only the Marquis’ curses were heard, until it was just his painful groans and coughs. Spade increased the intensity in his foot, and his pheromones quickly suffocated him.

Weakness. The leader had never felt so weak before.

"Surrender." Spade dominantly uttered, his tone that of a ruler, commanding everyone to listen.

"N-No..." The Marquis, even with the pain he was feeling, refused to surrender.

Spade wasn’t looking at him; he was only staring expressionlessly at the agents who were aiming at him. He was wholly focusing on that weakness, taking advantage of it.

The organization’s agents were like robots, but they were still humans. An unprecedented fear from someone far above them... was something that could mess with their minds.

Even more so, from the agents who never felt something before. It was enough for them to fall into momentary confusion, and their survival instincts kicked in.

And those few moments were enough for his forces to take action. Sometimes, they needed to overpower them through force if a weakness could be exploited.

Spade was fuming with rage, yes. However, it wasn’t to the point that madness had taken over his head. He wouldn’t be reckless to exchange blows in this room when his omega was with him.

He wasn’t here to die.

Sensing his agents were only staring at Spade, stupefied, the leader knew something was wrong, and ignoring the suffocation that Spade was giving him, he shouted furiously at them.

"Wake up, fools!" He fumed, yet even he, couldn’t intimidate the agents that seemed to fall under Spade’s spell.

And the empire forces also didn’t need to be commanded, as they all advanced and used this opportunity to cage in and capture the agents, pining them to the ground.

The Marquis’s shouts didn’t help at all, and it was already too late. The forces with them were the elites of the elites, after all. And they were also outnumbered in the first place.

The empire forces easily controlled the situation; only some guards were left to guard Arren.

The situation had officially tilted in such a disadvantageous direction for the Marquis. Gritting his teeth to the point where he tasted blood, the Marquis was truly unwilling.

All his decade-long plans, no... the centuries-long plan of his family, the Marquis couldn’t accept that it would end like this. He didn’t even expect that everything would suddenly turn out like this, he had yet to play any cards, and the emperor had decisively locked on him, not giving him any chance to prepare.

It was as though he could feel the unwillingness of his ancestors and father in that one single moment.

"How could... How could traitors like you..." he muttered, no longer trying to get up as he was powerless and it would be futile. With great resentment, he continued, "That throne should be ours. It should be mine!"

His greed and ambitions—would they really end here?

This question was ruthlessly answered immediately.

"The Old Empire had long turned to ashes." A calm and gentle voice spoke, definitely not the emperor’s commanding voice.

Both turned to the speaker.

"Arren..." Spade called, while the Marquis also called in his mind the omega’s name.

At some point, Arren was already a few meters away from them, just behind Spade. He wasn’t too far or too close—just enough.

Arren sneered at the Marquis, his eyes mocking.

"The world had moved on... and history never acknowledges the tyrant empire." Arren didn’t know where he got the courage to look at the Marquis’ eyes directly.

Spade’s presence really helped him. The Old Empire was always portrayed as the worst and most tyrannical rule in history, having been overthrown by its own people.

It was when Spade’s ancestor, the first emperor of the Present empire, stood up and gathered all the people to rebel. They were finally not reconciled to the treatment that the royal family had towards its people.

Of course, it was an event over five centuries ago, and Arren couldn’t be sure what really happened. Still, it stood to reason that the Old Empire was already history.

"How does it feel for a century’s plan to be ruined in your hands? " Arren provoked the Marquis, wanting to take advantage of his sudden courage.

Sure enough, rage flickered in those eyes as he looked at Arren.

"Don’t you dare, omega... ugh..." He couldn’t finish it as Spade ruthlessly kicked him again, the impact could even be heard.

Spade wouldn’t let anyone insult his Arren.

Arren’s heart pounded so hard; it was beating so much, not from fear this time but from a rare... fascination.

His eyes shone from seeing the Marquis in pain. Spade was with him and ready to protect him, so what was there to fear? In fact, his heart was also so content seeing the rage in those eyes.

Unlike the greed and lust in his gaze that disgusted him, Arren preferred his furious gaze even more.

Arren’s blood was boiling, and his body was trembling for a whole different reason this time. He was excited.

"You’re not him." Arren suddenly spoke the same cryptic sense for the Marquis.

The Marquis glared at the omega that he once coveted, wanting to tear his beautiful face and torment him.

And this gaze didn’t faze Arren at all, he was already in such a state that his excitement outweighed the terrifying memories. Spade was also there to stop anything that would happen, letting his omega talk and vent the lingering emotions he had.

They were there for Arren—for him to leave everything behind and make a new start.

Like before, Arren took this terrifying gaze and marveled with them. Suddenly, the pedestal that he once saw the Marquis was crumbling until he could only see him in his current state, looking down on him.

Arren’s lips curled up until he laughed, such a laugh that was no different from an excited person, not befitting the scene they were in. Spade didn’t stop him as usual, he didn’t interrupt either.

"Who would have thought... I’ll see you like this?" Arren craned his neck and laughed, yet tears were falling in his eyes.

Arren was laughing and crying at the same time.

Again, Spade didn’t say anything, but the pressure on the Marquis increased, not giving him any chance to also interrupt Arren.

Arren took a deep breath; the stifle in his chest was slowly loosening.

"You’re not him," he repeated.

The Marquis in front of Arren was him, but not him at the same time. Technically, the past Marquis was indeed tormenting the past him, and the current Marquis wasn’t the one who traumatized him.

"Still... You’re a potential demon like him." Arren acknowledged that the Marquis in front of him was not the same as that demon, but his threat was in the future.

If the situation were not in their favor, everything would happen again. And so, his resentment was the same.

"That demon... isn’t weak." Arren only honestly told his thoughts, but the Marquis was still offended. He didn’t know what he was talking about, but he had a feeling it was him.

Arren didn’t care about these thoughts or feelings.

Again, he took a deep breath. Tears were still falling from his eyes, but Arren seemed to not know of this. What he only knew was that the lingering wounds were slowly closing.

It would not fade, but Arren was confident that he had come to the point where he could ignore them, accepting them as part of him.

Arren couldn’t change the past. Everything had already happened, and moving forward was the only solution.

"Spade..." he called his alpha. The excitement and adrenaline were slowly coming down.

"Hmm?" Spade hummed, his attention was on his omega completely.

Arren’s gaze rose and met Spade’s; gradually, a smile appeared on his tear-glistened face. It wasn’t such a happy smile, but it was calm and serene.

"I’ll leave it to you."

The words were not explicitly said, but the meaning was clearly conveyed.

About the Marquis’ end, honestly, Arren was torn at first. It was between killing him or torturing him, what was best?

However, when he was there, he thought... Killing him was too easy, and torturing him... Arren didn’t want Spade’s hand to be stained by blood again.

Once was enough.

He realized then that he only wanted something—for them to be safe and for the Marquis to disappear from their lives.

Spade nodded, smiling at him. Even before they came here, Spade had already prepared a plan. He didn’t want to kill the Marquis in front of Arren or let his omega see any cruel methods either.

No alpha would let their omega witness that. If he did, what was his difference from the Marquis in Arren’s eyes? Of course, that would be superficial and unlikely to happen, but Spade wouldn’t risk anything.

With the organization’s agents being suppressed and the Marquis not being able to do anything, another batch of imperial forces arrived. It seemed the situation outside had also concluded.

"Your Majesty..." Someone approached them, giving him a vial.

It was Rave. After he gave the vial, he only looked at the Marquis before he went to the side, not even looking at Arren. They wouldn’t be able to talk in this situation.

Like Arren, he also wanted to see the leader’s end with his own eyes.

The vial with blue liquid appeared in the leader’s eyes, and his eyes went wide, and for the first time, a terrified expression was revealed on his face.

In the organization’s headquarters, incomprehensible drugs with disgusting effects were not rare. Their being synonymous with the devil’s den was not an understatement.

This drug was no different; it was also produced by the organization. Spade had seen the information about it in his previous life.

"W-Why you..." The Marquis gulped in fear as he looked at the drug.

Seeing his reaction, one would instantly know just how terrifying its effect was.

Spade looked at it for a moment, then smirked, "Is it only fair that the leader test his organization’s creation?"

The nightmare drug—its name was even so simple for such a devil drug. Drinking it would make one fall into an infinite nightmare of fears and illusions.

They couldn’t even die, as the drug would make sure the body would function fine while the brain was slowly being eaten away. The body would become vegetative while the nightmare would keep him awake, causing him to have constant delusions.

Soon, amidst the Marquis’s struggle, the vial was empty in his mouth. Tears sprang in his eyes, calling for names and begging for mercy.

"Your... Your Majesty... I sur-surrender... Noreen... help me... please... I don’t want..."

The shouts became shrieks until they slowly became murmurs, and he could only go silent.

That night, the organization was destroyed, just like how its leader fell into an endless nightmare until his natural death.

For the others, it was only a new start.