Chapter 104: The Mobile Pheromone Generator

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: The Mobile Pheromone Generator

Through the transparent meteorite glass, this was the first time Liam saw clearly the appearance of the man who had spent that absurd night with him.

That night at the Royal City Hotel, he had been steeped in pheromones until his mind was dizzy, unable to open his eyes to look at that person, while by the time he woke up the man had already fled without a trace; later, when rewatching through the surveillance cameras that Leonardo hacked, he had only seen a back silhouette and a blurry side profile beneath the brim of a hood.

The man lying inside had deep, sharp facial features as though carved from marble. Slightly long platinum hair fell across a broad forehead, while cold, sharp sword-like eyebrows exuded the innate majesty of a superior even when his eyes were shut tight. A high, straight nose bridge paired with thin lips pressed slightly together lacked a trace of blood color from the prolonged coma, yet that still did not diminish his fiercely aggressive handsomeness.

Nirvana jumped onto the rim of the hibernation pod, peering from top to bottom before smacking its lips to evaluate:

[Tsk tsk, truly worthy of being the number one dream god of every Omega across the Lumina Galaxy. Host, with top-grade looks like these, your eating him cannot be counted as a loss at all. The little one in your belly inherited the genes of the two of you; later when born, the child will certainly be stunning enough to topple cities, states!]

Liam curved his finger to flick once against the forehead of the blue cat, laughing coldly: [Can handsome looks be ground up to eat in place of rice? Being handsome yet eating his fill before bolting away, leaving me behind to get beaten until my whole face swelled up, makes him nothing more than a pretty-faced bastard.]

Although his mouth scolded like that, Liam’s gaze still softened slightly as it swept past the blue veins bulging on the neck and the tightly locked backs of the man’s hands. He knew clearly that that night, had this Crown Prince not been hunted down while suffering a mental power riot to the point of nearly losing all reason, someone as proud and rule-abiding as the man would never have touched an Omega who had not yet fully come of age, much less left without a word of farewell.

It was merely that afterward Liam ran away without a trace, leaving the man unable to find him, while the name card left behind was casually tossed into the trash bin by Elijah to be destroyed, causing both sides to form a cascading string of misunderstandings just like that.

At this moment, Theodore had washed himself clean and changed into a white blouse, stepping down into the cellar. The stench of star-beast droppings on his person had finally been scrubbed clean, restoring the composed bearing of the military medical general.

"Did his condition remain stable during the transport process?" Liam turned to ask.

"Thanks to the anti-shock foam layer and your medicine, there were no issues." Theodore walked over to the control panel of the hibernation pod, checking the vital parameters on the optical screen before speaking: "Now I will switch on the trace pheromone release mode of the hibernation pod. Pull a chair over to sit close here so your body can slowly absorb it to see how the fetus reacts."

Liam nodded, obediently sitting down on the soft armchair placed right beside the hibernation pod.

Theodore operated a few buttons on the virtual screen. A very faint hissing sound rang out from the silver-alloy ventilation valve on the wall of the pod.

Merely a few seconds later, a scent so familiar that it made Liam’s spine tingle faintly slowly diffused through the quiet air of the underground room.

It was the scent of aged rum blended with the fresh fragrance of golden orange. It was no longer bold, scorching, and carrying an oppressive nature wanting to crush others like that night at the hotel or during the riot in the isolation room; under the regulation of the hibernation pod, the stream of 2S-grade pheromones at this moment was gentle and warm like late-autumn afternoon sunlight, slowly wrapping around Liam’s body.

The very moment the scent of rum and golden orange touched the tip of his nose, the gland at the back of Liam’s neck warmed slightly, the blood vessels throughout his body relaxing comfortably.

Inside his belly, the tiny living creature that had originally been slightly restless from the excess energy over the past several days seemed to recognize the breath of its Daddy. Liam’s round belly rose, fell faintly; the little one inside excitedly kicked lightly twice, then obediently curled up, greedily absorbing every thread of pheromones permeating through its Papa’s body.

The tight, distended sensation in his lower abdomen and the aching soreness in his lower back that had tormented Liam all week suddenly melted clean away. His entire body felt light, warm as though soaking in a hot spring atop a hill on Sirius, both eyelids unconsciously growing heavy.

Theodore watched the fetal heart rate readings and hormone concentrations on the medical scanner dropping to the most optimal level, unable to help breathing a sigh of relief:

"Indeed it works! The pheromone compatibility level between the two of you is astonishingly high; so long as you stay near this hibernation pod for two hours every day, the baby will develop in exceedingly good health."

Liam yawned once, patting his cheeks to stay awake before pointing at the throat of the man inside the pod: "Eldest Uncle, please open part of the pod lid at the head section. Injecting the ultrasonic extract solution into the blood vessels acts far too slowly; I have already cooked finely pureed fresh Grass Worm soup, so using a feeding tube to deliver it directly into his stomach for his body to absorb on its own will preserve 100% of the active Cryomollis compound intact."

Theodore hesitated slightly: "However, opening the pod lid even partially carries the risk of triggering his unconscious defensive reflex. Normally at the research station, we only needed to approach within a two-meter radius while the pod lid was open to get flung straight out by his mental waves."

"Just open it; with me here, he will not go berserk." Liam spoke confidently.

Theodore was half-believing, half-doubting, yet thinking of the near-absolute compatibility just now, he still gritted his teeth to press the button opening the glass lid section above the chest of the hibernation pod, his other hand resting ready on the emergency close button to guard against any mishap.

The glass lid slid open.

Sure enough, the moment the outside air rushed in, Noah Coronado’s tightly knitted eyebrows immediately furrowed deeper. An invisible wave of mental power pressure carrying icy murderous intent erupted instinctively from the man’s body, causing the metal tray placed on the table beside it to rattle violently, emitting ear-piercing clattering sounds.

Theodore’s expression shifted; he was just about to press the button to close the pod lid when Liam calmly stood up, reaching out his fair, soft hand to place it lightly upon the back of Noah’s hand that was locked in alloy restraints.

At the same time, a trace of pure, gentle jasmine-scented pheromones faintly radiated from Liam’s person.

A miraculous scene immediately unfolded right before Theodore’s eyes.

The ferocious 2S-grade mental power stream that had only just erupted like a snarling wild beast immediately froze the instant it touched the faint jasmine fragrance and the warmth from the palm of Liam’s hand. In the blink of an eye, all the murderous intent retracted completely; the invisible threads of mental power even obediently wrapped around Liam’s wrist as though currying favor, before lingeringly sliding down to press lightly against his round pregnant belly.

The taut face of the man inside the hibernation pod slowly relaxed, his breathing growing deeper and steadier than ever before. The smart watch always clutched in his hand also slipped free along with the relaxation of his body.

Even more startling was that when Liam intended to pull his hand back to get the thermal flask containing the grass worm soup, the originally motionless slender fingers of the deeply comatose man curled inward by natural reflex, grasping tightly onto the tips of Liam’s fingers, refusing to let go!

Theodore stood beside them watching with wide eyes, a slack jaw, forgetting even to push up the silver-rimmed protective glasses on the bridge of his nose as they slid all the way down to the tip.

He had stayed beside this Crown Prince taking care of the man for five whole months; every time he approached closely he had to wear protective armor as thick as a turtle shell, switching the energy shield to the maximum, yet he still got beaten black, blue across his face. Yet his maternal nephew only needed to reach out a single hand for this 2S-grade God of Slaughter to obediently lie still like a large puppy, even knowing how to hold onto someone’s hand to keep them from leaving?!

Liam looked at his tightly caught hand, caught between laughing, crying. He used his other hand to pat with a light smack onto the back of Noah’s hand, lowering his voice sternly as though lecturing a child:

"Let go of my hand now. I still have to get the food to feed you; holding on this tightly, am I supposed to feed you by sheer faith?"

There was no telling whether the person lying inside the pod truly heard and understood or not, but right after that light pat, the gripping force on Noah’s fingers indeed loosened slightly, leaving only a finger loosely hooking around Liam’s little finger as though afraid Liam would run away.

Liam burst into a laugh, shaking his head, gesturing for his eldest maternal uncle, who was still turned to stone beside him, to help him connect the biological feeding tube.

After the entire portion of energy-rich fresh Grass Worm soup finished transferring, the brainwave readings on Noah’s monitoring screen immediately showed a distinct shift; the grey patches representing the shattered regions of the mental sea began to glint with tiny platinum points of light and link back together at a speed visible even to the naked eye.

Liam pulled the chair back to sit beside the hibernation pod, one hand still left for the man’s little finger to hook onto, his other hand resting on his belly, letting out a long yawn amidst the warm fragrance of rum mixed with golden orange:

"Eldest Uncle, please go upstairs to the house to rest. I will sit here soaking in the pheromones to take an afternoon nap right away; having this free mobile pheromone generator admittedly makes sleeping far sounder."

Theodore looked at the strangely harmonious scene between the two of them, the corner of his mouth twitching several times; ultimately he could only silently pinch the bridge of his nose, turning around to walk out of the cellar.

It seemed that the day this Crown Prince woke up and discovered he was about to become a father... would certainly be even livelier than when the underground base was attacked by star pirates!