Chapter 113: Waking Up

Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Waking Up

Down in the secret basement.

The hibernation pod made of meteorite glass, which had been operating smoothly, suddenly emitted an ear-piercing series of warning shrieks to the utmost limit:

[Beep! Beep! Beep!!! Emergency warning! The brainwaves of Subject No. 01 have exceeded the threshold limit! Mental sea restructuring 100% complete! Mental energy is erupting!]

Inside the hibernation pod, the man who had lain motionless for over eight whole months suddenly tensed stiff all over his body.

Within the dark depths of his subconscious, Noah Coronado was standing in the middle of a vast mental sea that had just been completely mended thanks to the active Cryomollis compound and the drops of pure Spiritual Dew. The expansive golden-yellow surface of the mental sea, as calm as a mirror, was awaiting the final moment to fuse completely with the host consciousness.

Suddenly, an agonized scream so familiar that it made his heart feel squeezed tight echoed throughout the space of his consciousness. Along with that scream was the pure jasmine fragrance he had been searching for day and night trembling violently, accompanied by an unconscious cry for help from a tiny living creature sharing the same bloodline with him!

He was in danger!

His Omega... was enduring pain to the point of nearly being unable to hold on!

"Aaah!!!"

A low, deep, hoarse roar erupted from a throat that had not uttered a word in a long time.

Inside the deserted underground room, Noah Coronado’s tightly shut eyes suddenly snapped wide open!

His deep dark-blue pupils, fathomless as an ocean trench, flared up with a blinding stream of golden-yellow light. Not only had the wounds in his mental sea completely recovered, but under the intense stimulation from the distress impulse of his mate and bloodline, the grade barrier holding Noah back throughout the past four years was crushed in merely a millisecond!

Grade-3S mental power, the mythical rank that no one had ever reached throughout one thousand years of history in the Lumina Galaxy, officially awakened!

"Boom!!!"

Without needing the unlock button pressed from the outside, the hand-span-thick meteorite glass lid of the hibernation pod along with the two titanium-alloy locks on Noah’s wrists were blasted wide open immediately by the stream of 3S-grade mental power!

Noah braced his hands, springing upright into a sitting position out of the hibernation pod. The inner undershirt woven from Cryomollis Silk on his body emitted a brilliant golden-yellow light, helping him perfectly control the newly erupted 3S energy source without collapsing the basement or blowing up the surrounding machinery at all.

Although he did not yet know clearly where he was, the instinct of a 3S-grade Alpha and the bloodline bond screaming inside his chest pointed straight toward a single direction for him, right above the top of his head!

Noah did not even have time to slip on shoes. His long legs stepped down onto the cold floor, his tall, broad frame clad solely in the golden-yellow silk shirt and a pair of black trousers shooting up the basement stairs as fast as a whirlwind.

Outside in the first-floor delivery room corridor, Mr. Hall and Benjamin’s group had barely heard Liam’s agonized scream echo out from inside the room when their hearts leapt straight into their throats, everyone’s complexion turning deathly pale.

Right at that moment, the iron door leading down to the underground cellar at the corner of the corridor was suddenly flung wide open by a terrifying force, slamming hard into the adjacent wall to create a thunderous boom.

A tall, broad figure with slightly long, disheveled platinum hair charged out like a god of slaughter, accompanied by a rich stream of pheromones carrying the scent of rum blended with golden orange, so majestic and overwhelming that it made all the air in the corridor seem to thicken solid!

Mr. Hall, Alexander, and Benjamin were all high-grade Alphas; the moment they sensed that terrifying stream of 3S-grade pheromones, the pupils of all three contracted sharply, reflexively moving to draw their weapons to block the front of the delivery room door:

"Who goes there?!"

Mr. Hall had barely seen the face of the man charging forward clearly when he was so stunned that he stood rooted to the spot, his voice losing its pitch completely: "Your... Your Highness the Crown Prince?! Why are you here?!"

Meanwhile, Benjamin and Alexander had barely smelled the scent of rum mixed with golden orange identical to the simulated gas scent in Liam’s room throughout the past several weeks, combined with that cold, handsome face, when the minds of the two older brothers immediately exploded with a "bang", recognizing right away that this was none other than the bastard who had eaten their younger brother clean before running away!

"You bastard! You still dare show your face here?!" Benjamin roared with reddened eyes, intending to rush in to block the way.

However, Noah at this moment did not see anyone else in his eyes at all. His bloodshot dark-blue eyes were locked tightly onto the delivery room door where Liam’s jasmine fragrance was faintly drifting out.

"Step aside!"

A wave of 3S-grade mental power, carrying no murderous intent yet impossible to resist, gently swept both Alexander and Benjamin aside to either wall of the corridor, leaving the two A+-grade and B+-grade Alphas completely unable to lift a foot for a few brief seconds.

Before the utterly horrified gazes of everyone outside, the tightly locked alloy door of the delivery room was wrenched wide open by Noah with his bare hands, before slamming shut right behind his back!

Inside the delivery room, Theodore and Auntie Camila were tense to the utmost limit upon seeing Liam’s heart rate begin to falter. Suddenly the delivery room door was forced open; a tall, broad figure carrying a rich stream of rum and golden orange pheromones that flooded the entire room rushed straight over to the side of the birthing bed!

"Your... Your Highness?! You are awake?!" Theodore exclaimed in astonishment, yet before he had time to speak a second sentence he let out a sigh of relief so long that his knees nearly buckled to the floor. The sole savior capable of rescuing Liam along with the child at this moment had finally woken up right on time!

Noah did not answer Theodore.

The moment he saw the Omega youth without a drop of blood left in his face, lips bitten until fresh blood seeped out, entire body drenched in sweat while lying curled up in agony on the birthing bed, the iron heart of the God of War of the Empire felt as though someone had taken a knife to stab it to pieces.

The man’s cold, sharp eyes turned bright red. He dropped to one knee right beside the head of the birthing bed, his large hand trembling as it reached out, gripping tightly onto Liam’s ice-cold hand that was clutching the bed rail, pressing it against his own cheek.

"I am sorry... I came late... Baby, do not be afraid, I am here now..."

The low, hoarse, warm voice, familiar down to the very marrow of the bones, rang out close beside his ear, accompanied by a mighty yet supremely gentle source of 3S-grade pheromones pouring forth from Noah’s body without holding back a single bit, transforming into a gigantic cocoon that tightly enveloped all of Liam’s body and the baby inside his belly!

The rich scent of rum and the warm fragrance of golden orange had barely flooded into his lungs when Liam’s body, taut from pain, seemed to find a lifebuoy amidst a stormy sea.

Meanwhile, the little child inside his belly, which had been frantically unleashing defensive coercion, immediately retracted all of its sharp mental power spikes obediently the moment it sensed the pure and powerful stream of 3S-grade pheromones from its own biological Daddy soothing, guiding it from the outside!

The pain that had felt as though it were tearing Liam’s mental sea apart vanished instantly, leaving behind only a warm sensation and an abundant source of strength transmitting over from the hand laced tightly through his fingers.

In his daze from exhaustion, Liam cracked open his sweat-drenched eyes, seeing the handsome, angular face leaning close beside his own face along with the man’s dark-blue eyes brimming with heartache and panic.

Even though he was in such agonizing labor pains that he wished he could die and come back to life, Liam still tried to gather his last bit of strength, opening his mouth to bite down hard with a thud onto Noah’s firm forearm reaching across his face to vent his anger!

Fresh blood immediately seeped out between Liam’s teeth, yet Noah did not even frown once. He even relaxed the muscles on his arm so Liam could bite without tiring his teeth, while his other hand gently wiped away each drop of sweat on Liam’s forehead, bowing his head to kiss repeatedly upon Liam’s drenched hair, his trembling voice full of sincerity:

"Bite, bite down hard... It is my fault, it is all my fault. Even if you want to bite my arm to pieces, it is fine; just hold on a little longer, baby..."

Auntie Camila saw that the fetal mental power index panel had completely stabilized and the birth canal had dilated the full ten centimeters, immediately calling out in joy:

"Very good! The pheromones of the baby’s Daddy have guided the fetus into the right position! Liam, take advantage of this moment to take a deep breath, use your strength to push following my count! One... two... three... Push!"

With Noah’s source of 3S-grade mental power continuously transmitting over to lend strength and protect every single meridian, Liam released the man’s arm printed deep with bloody tooth marks, took a really deep breath, his hand gripping Noah’s hand tightly before channeling all of his strength downward.

Once... twice... then a third time!

Merely fifteen minutes after Noah stepped into the delivery room, the heavy, distended sensation in the lower abdomen suddenly turned weightless.

The very next second, a healthy, clear, and resounding cry of a newborn infant suddenly rang out, tearing apart the tense silence of both the delivery room and the corridor outside:

"Waaah... waaah... waaah!!!"

Both the inside and the outside of the delivery room seemed to burst with emotion.

Liam exhaled a breath, all the strength in his body drained dry, yet the corners of his lips curved up into a contented smile. He tilted his head to look at the wrinkled red baby with a mouth crying as loud as a loudspeaker who had just been lifted up by Auntie Camila and Eldest Uncle Theodore to cut the umbilical cord, then glanced over at the tall, broad Noah beside him standing frozen like a stone statue, two reddened eyes staring fixedly at him and the child, softly whispering a sentence before closing his eyes with peace of mind to sink into a deep sleep:

"Five years of hoeing dirt to grow vegetables... starts counting from today, you bastard..."