Chapter 18: Improvement

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It's my birthday so congratulation to me.

No warnings here but this chapter is very interesting I would say.

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Pete focused his attention on Time who was standing not far from him. The man gave off a strong scent, and it made Pete dizzy. Even so, Pete realised that Time's pheromones were not as strong as Vegas' scent. When Vegas releases his pheromones, Pete feels like he is being strangled hard.

But Pete felt like his head was being squeezed by a faint pain. Even so, he still stood upright while staring at Time. With that, Time ordered some of his subordinates to surround Pete. Just a simulation of how the pheromone pressure would be if Pete was surrounded.

"Time, don't be too hard on my Pete! I'll blow up all your protein in the dorm," Tankhun protested.

Pete with sweat on his face shook his head, "Phi Time I can still hold on."

He felt that he could still handle all of this. So when a bodyguard aimed a punch at Pete, he quickly moved his face back. Pete took a few steps back, before blocking the bodyguard's punch again which was quite fast.

Biologically, an omega who is held back by alpha pheromones will feel sick. The most dangerous thing is when the omega's blood pressure is too high due to pheromone pressure, its blood vessels can burst.

It's different if the alpha spreads pheromones for mating, but of course that's not what Time is training.

When it comes to pheromones for mating, Time is sure Vegas would be better at teaching Pete.

Pete was surprisingly quick to learn. Although he grimaced-his lips pursed in frustration-he couldn't help but feel irritated at how easily his skin bruised. Red marks quickly formed around his wrists where he had blocked the bodyguard's punches.

"Pete's skin is more sensitive than a cabbage leaf in the sun!" he grumbled, rubbing his hands like it would somehow make the sting magically disappear

Seeing Pete grumbling, Time could only shake his head.

Seeing Pete muttering to himself, Time could only shake his head. Why did this omega talk to himself so much? Time misinterpreted Pete's intentions; why did he speak as if his body wasn't his own? He was always saying, "Pete this, Pete that."

Whatever. If Pete got along with Tankhun, he was probably just as unique, Time thought.

"Behind you, Khun Pete!" Time directed Pete's attention to the rear, where attacks often came unexpectedly.

Pete was hit by a bodyguard who had punched him from behind. Though it wasn't a particularly strong blow, Pete still felt the sting in his chin. This time, Pete stepped back before delivering a kick to the bodyguard.

Srat!
Ughh... My heart feels like it's being squeezed! This damn novel world really could kill someone with just a scent!

Pete paused as pain coursed through his chest. Time signalled for his bodyguards to stop. Pete's mental toughness was superior to most, but his body wasn't as strong as his will.

Pete wobbled a bit before collapsing onto the grass. Porsche immediately ran over to check on him, but Pete signalled that he could still stand. He nodded toward Time, who stood like a morning market security guard.

Imagine with those muscles, Time only wears a black t-shirt.

THUD!

Time threw a gun at Pete and the bodyguard. Each of them was given a gun, and of course there were no bullets in there. This time it was not a fight with bare hands, but with weapons.

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