Starry Rebirth: The Warden and the Outlaw’s Interstellar Revenge | Chapter 64 | The Long-term Mark | Novela.app

How do you handle a restless little patient to make them behave? As an Interstellar Warden who had held absolute power over a prison before his rebirth, a thousand—no, ten thousand—dark and tyrannical methods flashed through Ji Yeran’s mind. However, before these sinister thoughts could even take shape, they vanished completely from the Alpha’s heart. At this moment, the death-defying little patient was still tilting his head, looking at him with a brazen sense of security. Feng Zhixi made no effort to hide his audacity, seemingly certain that this Alpha ultimately wouldn't do anything to him. Driven to a headache by anger yet left helpless, Ji Yeran felt a sharp itch in his teeth. For the first time, he realized something clearly: even if he had ten thousand ways to deal with others, he was utterly at a loss when facing this unscrupulous little patient—especially when the patient refused to listen. Ji Yeran realized for the first time that he might have been the one who indulged Feng Zhixi’s lawless nature to this extent. *Was this a pit I dug for myself?* Having unconsciously taken the blame for his own predicament, Ji Yeran felt his head throb painfully, purely out of frustration. The Alpha’s face remained grim as he suppressed his fury, and the room fell into a heavy silence. This silent standoff brought an extreme quiet that made Feng Zhixi, who had been forced into a healthy routine, feel increasingly drowsy. He curled up quietly on the sofa and let out a lazy yawn. At first glance, he actually looked quite well-behaved. While yawning, Feng Zhixi noticed Ji Yeran staring at him with a dark, unfriendly expression. The sleepy Omega wondered uncertainly: *What is this guy planning to do? Is he going to bite me again?* Ji Yeran, who was struggling to restrain his urge to bite, looked up only to see the fearless Omega wearing an expression that said, "I'm so sleepy, if you're going to bite, get it over with." This ungrateful, "white-eyed wolf" behavior nearly made Ji Yeran laugh from sheer anger. This little patient had no common sense and absolutely no fear of death! Scenting the aroma of spirits in the air—sometimes rich, sometimes faint—the nerves of Ji Yeran’s anger were stretched to their limit until they finally snapped. Ultimately, the Alpha yielded to his inner impulse. He reached out, firmly pinning the Omega’s movements, and slowly leaned in. Feng Zhixi watched the Alpha draw closer, smelling the unguarded scent of green plums on him. That sweet and sour fragrance made the Omega want to have a taste. *Does this green plum taste sweet?* Feng Zhixi wondered. Then, he actually tasted it. The faint scent of green plums, a frosty tartness followed by a crisp, lingering sweetness, descended upon his lips along with a warm breath. Feng Zhixi saw the Alpha’s face enlarge before him; his eyelashes were thick and long, and his eyes were as calm as still water, yet their deep pupils seemed to seal a world of flames beneath the surface. The warmth on his lips made Feng Zhixi realize something was wrong. He instinctively tried to speak, but that only allowed the kiss to deepen, the faint scent of green plums melting into the strong aroma of spirits. That sweet and sour plum fragrance became increasingly syrupy and intense, merging unreasonably with the mellow spirits, domineeringly intertwining. Sensing the shift, Feng Zhixi finally realized what Ji Yeran intended to do. But before he could react, Ji Yeran broke the kiss. The Alpha, his face like a mask of calm water, gave him a quiet look. His pupils were dark and deep, carrying a hidden trace of danger for reasons unknown. Looking at the Omega’s slightly reddened lips, Ji Yeran’s hand pressed gently against the gland at the back of the Omega’s neck. The slight heat there and the intensifying scent of alcohol in the air told him it was time. Pulling Feng Zhixi into his arms with an indisputable firmness, Ji Yeran lowered his head. Everything happened too fast. Feng Zhixi only felt a sharp pain at the gland on his nape, followed by pheromones that seemed to merge into his very body through that sting. The Alpha’s hand rested on his waist, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric to his skin. This time, Ji Yeran bit down incredibly hard, as if determined to give him no chance to resist. With the most vulnerable part of his neck held in someone else's teeth, Feng Zhixi leaned weakly against the Alpha’s shoulder. He breathed in the sweet and sour plum scent mixed with spirits. Ji Yeran was biting so hard that the combination of heat and pain made the Omega feel a surge of spite. Right before his eyes was the side of Ji Yeran’s neck, the pale blue veins clearly visible. Feng Zhixi opened his mouth and bit down hard on the skin in front of him. Ji Yeran didn't even flinch. He maintained his firm hold on the Omega, patiently completing the long-term mark. *Since this little patient is so disobedient, and since a temporary mark is useless, I’ll give him a long-term mark. If a long-term mark doesn't work, I’ll give him a lifetime mark. I will find a way to make this unruly patient settle down!* the Warden thought, fuming. However, Ji Yeran didn't know that his thoughts perfectly aligned with the "Quack Doctor's" plans. At this moment, unlike the First Legion fleet sailing through the Gamma Galaxy, it was daytime on Kanta Star. The Vice Dean of the Medical Department at Ben Military Academy—the "Quack Doctor" in Feng Zhixi’s words—was rarely in his office handling administrative documents. After finally finishing the headache-inducing paperwork, the "Quack" stretched luxuriously. Just then, his "little darling"—a round, chubby smart robot—waddled over carrying a holographic image. Looking at the data model finally forming in the hologram above the robot's head, the "Quack" let out a soft "Oh?" "Pheromones with 100% compatibility actually exist?" So, this theory wasn't just a fantasy of the medical world; it was real? Stroking his chin, the "Quack" muttered to himself, "A miracle meets a miracle. Perhaps a lifetime mark really would produce a miracle?" Ji Yeran, far away in another galaxy, had no idea what the "Quack" was saying. Having finished the long-term mark, he finally let go, releasing the gland he had bitten into a pitiful, messy state. A complete mark had been left on the gland, which he had deliberately stimulated with a kiss and his own pheromones. Unlike a temporary mark that would fade over time, the mark Ji Yeran had intentionally placed on Feng Zhixi’s gland would not disappear. Ji Yeran had injected his pheromones entirely into Feng Zhixi’s gland. As a mark set by a top-tier Alpha, it could only be cleared if a more powerful Alpha injected even stronger pheromones, or through a lifetime mark. Now, this Omega, who exuded the scent of green plums from head to toe, had been branded with his mark. Any slight change in Feng Zhixi’s pheromones could no longer escape his notice. *Wasn't the little patient disobedient? Wasn't he clever enough to secretly delete the test data?* Feng Zhixi had forgotten that there was another way to clearly understand an Omega’s physical condition—the instinct of an Alpha toward the Omega they had marked. As someone who had risen to the high position of Interstellar Warden at such a young age, Ji Yeran was never the refined gentleman he appeared to be on the surface. To suppress the most heinous death row inmates in the galaxy, the Warden himself had to be the head of the brutes. Thus, faced with a disobedient patient, Ji Yeran chose the most direct and permanent solution. Now, scenting the Omega’s pheromones which were no longer guarded against him, he finally realized just how many death-defying things this Omega had been doing behind his back. "Just how many suppressants have you injected yourself with?!" Ji Yeran asked through gritted teeth. Had this little patient forgotten the school doctor's words? With the level of damage to his gland, he could no longer take any long-acting, potent suppressants. Modern suppressants were almost harmless to Omegas with minimal side effects, but that applied to healthy Omegas. For Feng Zhixi’s body, any Omega suppressant—even the shortest-acting, safest kind—was poison. Yet this Omega actually dared to frequently use long-acting, potent suppressants. He was sprinting down the road to his own demise without looking back! Caught off guard by the sudden long-term mark, Feng Zhixi covered his pitiful gland and looked at the other man with displeasure. It wasn't that he rejected the long-term mark, but rather... it hurt way too much! *Can't this Alpha practice how to bite without it hurting?* The extremely pain-sensitive, pampered soul thought with immense indignation. *** Chinese | English | Notes/Explanation ---|---|--- γ星系 | Gamma Galaxy | A star system where the fleet is currently located. 康塔星 | Kanta Star | A planet mentioned in the story. 本恩军校 | Ben Military Academy | The school where the characters are affiliated. 长期标记 | Long-term Mark | A deep, semi-permanent A/B/O mark, stronger than a temporary one. 终身标记 | Lifetime Mark | The permanent, final bond between an Alpha and Omega. 抑制剂 | Suppressant | Medication used by Alphas/Omegas to control their pheromones/heat cycles. 星际典狱长 | Interstellar Warden | Ji Yeran's high-ranking title/profession. 青梅 | Green Plum | Ji Yeran's pheromone scent. 烈酒 | Spirits / Strong Liquor | Feng Zhixi's pheromone scent.