Quick Transmigration: Live for You

2.5

When he woke up, Zen Si looked around cautiously until he saw his love on the small sofa by the hospital bed, working on the thin screen in his hands. It was an interstellar version of a tablet.

Alphonse felt Zen's shuffling and immediately raised his head.

He came over in a panic, "Do you feel pain? What about dizzy? Something else-"

"I'm feeling much better, silly." Zen couldn't help chuckling.

Zen moved his weak hands on the man's cheek and rubbed them amusingly. "Stop panicking. Your face looks ugly. Stop twitching your paralyzed coffin face."

Zen couldn't help chuckling at this rare ugly sight.

Alphonse pulled the cheeks of his ungrateful little fox.

All his imaginary sad tears went back down, instead he had the urge to spank this naughty boy.

Not his wife yet, have to endure...*^ˍ^*

Alphonse released Zen's cheek with a helpless sigh.

Zen quickly rubbed his stinging cheeks. He gave his man a glare but considering how he had disappeared without saying anything, he decided not to pursue the matter any further.

The atmosphere in the hospital was still harmonious when the door opened to interrupt the reunited couple.

Salute-

"Marshal of the Rolan army reporting!"

"Marshal of the Del army...!"

"Marshal of the...!"

"...!"

One by one the hospital room was flooded by four highest ranking people in the military and the empire, the four Marshals.

Zen Si was stunned only for a second. he figured they might be here for the information he had at hand.

But the Marshals didn't come for that. They immediately put away their formal speech and started teasing their grand Marshal.

The gentle looking Marshal, Ansel, "Oh my my, did we perhaps interrupt something?"

The brutish looking middle aged Marshal, Roy, "Hahaha! Our little Grand Marshal finally found his spring!"

The annoyed looking Marshal, Serinel, I hope you die with your love."

The loyal looking Marshal with his hand still on his is chest, Gran, "May you have live a thousand years together, sir."

Alphonse Murong was pleased, selectively ignoring Serinel.

He also deeply gazed at them, "Leave"

Ding! One word Coffin face is back online~

If they knew that they were interrupting him, then they should just leave.

The usually gentle Ansel felt his lips twitch, "But we didn't come you, sir Grand Marshal."

He ignored his superior and turned to Zen, "Congratulations on becoming the first omega Marshal in history. The empire aside, the military appreciates your sacrifice and efforts. You deserved it."

Zen Si had the qualifications for the position. It might seem unfair but there is nothing fair about life. He had the background, SSS class spiritual strength, and a huge contribution. To top it off, he had the citizens' support and his identity as an omega was actually an advantage. The interstellar loved a good rise of the underdog kind of story.

All that was left was to consolidate his position.

Zen Si did know that there would be huge benefits to the risk but he didn't expect to get to where he wanted so quickly.