Chapter 38

Sebastian's fingers slided shallowly into Asher’s hair. His knuckles were too sharply contoured, lacking softness, and his fingertips carried a sliver of coldness, but with just those few gentle scratches, Asher’s groundless irritation slowly and completely quieted down.

Pinching his lips and lowering his eyes, Asher stood frozen on the spot, completely still.

He had acted on impulse again.

After suffocating in his room all day, he thought he had successfully sorted through his thoughts and aligned his perspective. He originally calculated to have a calm, peaceful chat with Sebastian to coax him back.

Yet he couldn't hold it back, launching a tantrum anyway.

His temper had never been upstanding, but right before alternative individuals, his posture usually radiated a cold fierceness that was hard to mess alongside, far from looking like an irritable, easily provoked kid. Yet unfortunately, the exact fraction of a second he stepped right in front of Sebastian, he consistently appeared to be making a groundless scene.

He couldn't define the absolute reasoning behind it either; his core simply picked up a sensation that was a fraction aggrieved, calculating that their brotherly bond completely fell short of necessitating a total retreat over a microscopic matter of this tier.

He was furious, but this spike of irritation far from stemmed from blaming Sebastian. As for the precise target, he remained entirely unable to voice it cleanly.

Consequently, with Sebastian delivering this single smile and a couple of scratches, he felt a fraction embarrassed, swatting his hand straight against Sebastian’s wrist: "Cease touching my head."

Weaponizing the momentum to withdraw his hand, Sebastian secured his grip around the bowl: "Are we consuming our dinner meal together? Aunt Liu constructed an entire table of delicacies; my own system cannot clear the volume alone."

Asher scoffed with total dismissal: "Do I project the front of an individual who suffers from a total lack of food?"

"But my frame suffers from a total lack of company."

"..."

Asher shoved his way past Sebastian, stepping straight inside the gate to swap his shoes before marching directly toward the dining table.

What exact model of tragedy was this person putting on, leaving his own system thoroughly embarrassed to preserve a single shred of a tantrum.

The two sat down facing each other along a simple table of home-style delicacies, paired alongside two bowls of plain rice.

The evening sun was dropping past the horizon, expending its absolute maximum efforts to project its final golden rays straight through the floor-to-ceiling glass window onto the two children inside the room, prior to smoothly swapping the interface for a serene autumn night, allowing the dining room to illuminate along a warm egg-yolk light layout.

One individual picked and evaluated his food, consuming the meal along a thoroughly lazy, slow pace, while the alternative individual remained perfectly prim and proper, strictly complying alongside upstanding etiquette metrics, periodically extending his chopsticks to extract a stray piece of celery or carrot that had mistakenly navigated its way inside a certain someone's bowl.

Sebastian harbored zero attachment toward greed or appetite, laying down his chopsticks the exact fraction of a second his system hit a seventy-percent satisfaction baseline. Snaring a porcelain bowl, he unbolted the lid of the purple clay pot, delivering spoon after spoon of soup inside. Completing the task, he even carved out a colossal block of chicken leg meat to deposit inside, before dropping the container right right before Asher's face.

Asher raised an eyebrow: "Feeding a pig?"

Sebastian delivered a composed response: "A pig structuring your current weight configuration would be completely rejected if sent to a slaughterhouse; not a single soul would snare the asset."

Asher: "..."

"Detail exactly how a human being possessing a height metric of over six feet fails to even touch a baseline of a hundred and thirty pounds? How on earth did your system execute the growing process?"

"It’s far from being a reality that my system refrains from consuming meals; the volume I consume lags zero distance behind your baseline. My stomach track is sallow, what the hell can I weaponize to counter the condition?" Asher spoke while calculating to pour the soup straight inside his bowl, soaking the rice to consume the combination.

"Hasn't my frame advanced the track to raise your system upstanding anyway?" Sebastian swatted Asher’s hand as it prepared to launch the trial loop, "Completely clear the plain rice prior to consuming the soup."

"Your system strictly should serve as an actual physician—an exceptionally formidable hand across the pediatrics track."

"Upstanding logic, after all, my system possesses a registration history tracking more than a decade of managing a mentally deficient child; it counts as being remarkably accomplished at a young age."

"..."

Asher was entirely stuffed to the brim with pure fury.

Lifting his eyes to evaluate his posture as he clamped down on his irritation, Sebastian let out a soft chuckle: "Still locked inside a bubble of burning fury?"

Asher ignored his text blurt.

Sebastian snared a piece of fish meat, slow and deliberate as he isolated the bones: "Cease the irritation. My choice to duck your presence today far from stemmed from detesting your frame; my solitary terror was that your core would register a wave of awkward friction, assuming your system evaluated the matter as disgusting, so I reflected on executing a brief avoidance baseline to clear any suspicion."

"Oh." Asher utilized his chopsticks to prod his rice twice.

"Zero trace of minding?"

"My system far from aligns as an individual who lacks the capacity to process a casual joke anyway. Furthermore, you possess absolute clarity regarding the front that tracing along this personality of mine, it’s completely impossible to assemble alongside an Alpha, and tracking along this current gender of mine, it’s completely impossible to assemble alongside an Omega either. Therefore, if alternative individuals genuinely evaluate that a scandalous connection binds our frames, perhaps it can even advance assistance to block stray, toxic romantic flowers on my behalf, saving a massive horde of trouble."

"Do you detest Alphas to this extreme threshold?" Sebastian kept his head low to meticulously isolate the fish bones, his tone entirely light and casual, perfectly mimicking a front that was thoroughly disconnected from his own system.

Asher casually prodded his plain rice: "In truth, it still tracks straight to the reality that I am entirely unable to accept being marked. Sustaining an absolute mark translates the sensation into looking exactly like transforming into an Alpha's absolute property piece. With my system being this intensely formidable, what exact Alpha possesses the qualifications to pair alongside my frame?"

"Staggeringly narcissistic."

"This maps straight to a fully maximized, reasonable self-awareness metric."

"Along that line, Asher, have you ever engineered an alternative internal possibility?" Sebastian deposited the fish meat straight inside Asher’s bowl, his two hands bracing against the table surface as he looked straight toward him.

Chewing the fish meat, Asher lifted his eyes along a thoroughly dazed expression, delivering a mumbled blurt: "Huh?"

"Simply meaning that my frame settlement-pairs to wrap your system inside my boundary—refraining from delivering an absolute mark against your frame, simply pooling assets to assemble a team partnership, treating the occurrence strictly as executing a daily charitable deed."

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Asher sustained an immediate choke, his face turning thoroughly crimson due to the friction.

Sebastian let out a shallow smile, passing a cup of water over: "Terrified to this extreme threshold?"

Asher aggressively drained a colossal gulp, spending a considerable block of time before smoothing his respiration track: "What the hell is filling your brain? Exactly like Eleanor stated—the two of us accelerated across the growth timeline together since childhood; my system can execute a calculated scheme to trap any alternative soul across the board, yet trapping your frame crosses the boundary of absolute impossibility. Furthermore, don't you currently preserve an individual you love? This level of personal sacrifice on your part is far too exaggerated."

"The individual my system loves appears to look upon my presence with absolute zero affection."

"?" Asher’s displeasure exploded instantly, "Is she completely blind?"

Sebastian cast a thorough look to evaluate Asher’s frame: "Far from being blind; it’s simply that her brain structure lags a fraction short of cleverness, paired along a temper that is far from upstanding, exceptionally difficult to coax."

"Then what exactly drives your system to love her?"

"My core has simply been bewitched by a fox spirit, nothing more."

"Tsk," Asher clicked his tongue, "I hadn't anticipated a top-tier Alpha of your caliber, Boss Seb, would strictly still run into an absolute bottleneck to sustain a flat rejection; this Omega possesses a colossal front of face after all. She aligns as an Omega, correct?"

"Yes."

"Then isn't the solution staggeringly simple? Execute a forced marking command against her frame! Subsequently coax her, treat her with absolute kindness, deliver the stars to her palm, deliver the moon to her palm, and subsequently roll out the absolute technology and weapons engineered into your top-tier Alpha system—initiating the track from the physical domain first prior to capturing the emotional core, eventually driving her into a threshold of absolute addiction, locking a happy ending. Although the trajectory sounds a fraction like a toxic scumbag on the surface, nowadays Omegas consume this exact routine track completely; as long as your frame remains gorgeous, wealthy, and thoroughly charming, a forced marking command can absolutely be granted an absolute forgiveness."

Sebastian squinted his narrow eyes a fraction a second time, looking exactly like a calculating fox spirit: "Are you entirely certain across this front?"

"Absolutely certain! You can rest your mind securely, Sebastian, launch your gears boldly to execute the task. If the scheme triggers an absolute failure, your Ash will weaponize this gorgeous face of mine to advance assistance to settle the track for your frame, passable or otherwise?"

Asher genuinely calculated that the solution was thoroughly solid; he completely lacked the capacity to construct a single reason why an Omega would preserve zero affection targeting Sebastian. An absolute celestial deity, perhaps? Viewing even Sebastian as unworthy? Keys are available at three for ten bucks, do they even possess the qualifications to pair? Completely non-existent; it definitively amounted to nothing more than putting on an arrogant, tsundere front. Sebastian was simply far too much of an absolute gentleman; the exact fraction of a second a young Omega displayed a sliver of bashful shyness, his core would treat the occurrence strictly as an absolute rejection. Consequently, his own system strictly had to force him to assume a fraction of an active posture.

Thinking up to this point, Asher concluded he behaved exactly like an exceptionally upstanding brother, packed to the brim with an intense wave of pride.

Meanwhile, Sebastian refrained from executing any alternative tasks, silently committing every single syllable delivered across Asher’s speech straight to his memory track without a single omission. It was merely a pity that he lacked a digital recording unit; otherwise, if a milestone surfaced down the line where a certain someone flipped his face to refuse any recognition of his words, he would preserve solid evidence. Forced marking command, an Alpha's technology and weapons, initiating the track from the physical domain first prior to capturing the emotional core.

Mulling over these specific phrases, Sebastian couldn't hold down a soft chuckle: "My system has consistently preserved an evaluation calculating that our Ash aligns as an absolute, pure man."

"That tracks to an absolute necessity."

"A pure man will definitively assume absolute responsibility facing every single line of text he delivers past his lips."

"That tracks to an absolute certainty."

"Flawless, I have committed the lines to memory. Down the line, I will step inside a tactical reflection to map out the routine track you detailed."

Asher consumed a gulp of soup, nodding his head along absolute satisfaction: "A child capable of being instructed after all. As fate would have it, my system also commissioned a custom fondant cake for your milestone."

"I harbor zero affection toward consuming cakes."

"I possess absolute clarity that you harbor zero affection toward the food, and my own system lacks affection matching yours anyway; the item was simply purchased to execute a wishing command, deploying the birthday candles to serve as an absolute witness—our Boss Seb will definitively embrace his beauty to return home at an early milestone date."

"Flawless, I'll borrow your excellent blessing."

The lighting fixtures extinguished, a heavy wave of dark night sweeping inside the perimeter to blanket the bedroom space. The candle flames ignited, mirroring the youth's handsome, stunning features. Even that specific teardrop mole that habitually radiated a cold detachment turned thoroughly warm. Closing his eyes, executing a wishing command. The exact fraction of a second the warm yellow candle flame blew out completely, Sebastian’s authentic eighteenth adulthood birthday milestone arrived at long last.

Even tracing across a massive span of decades down the line, Sebastian consistently preserved an evaluation calculating that his eighteenth year aligned as the absolute finest year across his entire existence. Although the lifestyle blocks down the line turned increasingly upstanding, and the individuals anchoring his perimeter turned increasingly excellent, the nodes consistently failed to outmatch the stunning impact characteristic of that specific year stored deep within his memory track. Romance, friendship, dreams, and every single entity across existence that radiated a warm alignment and text lines of hope—all followed the individual who stepped inside the dark night while draped in absolute light to arrive at his perimeter, rescuing his frame from a lengthy, lonely, freezing wasteland.

Unfortunately, the eighteenth year characteristic of the absolute majority of human beings completely falls short of the tenderness, stunning impact, composed navigation, and thrilling ripples stored across imagination and memory grids. The absolute majority of individuals navigated the milestone along a frantic battlefield layout, wrapped inside an intense rush of tasks—because this specific age represented the definitive milestone mapping straight to the college entrance examination track. And the college entrance examination represented a relentless, endless loop of problem booklets and examination cycles. Coupled along a crown block that initiated premature baldness and a hairline that executed a backward retreat.

On an early Monday morning period, Old Bai stepped onto the podium axis, smoothing the hair configuration that weaponized local assets to support the central core line, pulling out the exact model of a silly smile he deployed prior to delivering an absolute tragedy notification: "Hehe, students, tracing along our classic rules—one upstanding notification, paired along one sallow notification, which exact block does your system desperately want to catch first?"

"The sallow notification." Unified vocabulary streams broke past their lips, completely stripped of energy.

"The sallow notification simply tracks to the reality that on the twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth calendar dates, across two full days, our pack will execute a monthly examination. This specific monthly exam mirrors our prior joint examination model flawlessly, continuing to serve as a simulated college entrance exam layout. Our five classes strictly must stretch across a unified pool, randomly scrambling the matrix to rearrange the examination rooms completely from scratch. Subsequently, the monthly exam scores mirror the joint exam metrics, locking straight inside your baseline academic performance logs to serve as a critical reference metric tracking independent admissions and school recommendations. Therefore, I desperately want to request the students to elevate their focus to a serious threshold."

"Oh..." Thoroughly accustomed to the loop, it fell short of a catastrophic strike.

"Along that line, navigating immediately down the vector, we will deliver the upstanding notification. The upstanding notification simply tracks to the reality that on the thirtieth calendar date, our pack will unleash a school-wide sports track meet. Reflecting on the reality that everyone’s senior year lifestyle is intensely dry and boring, and driven by a desire to let your frames balance labor alongside relaxation to optimize physical and psychological health metrics, the school has finalized a command—the exact fraction of a second the examination cycle hits its conclusion, on the very next calendar date, the absolute total volume of senior year students can participate across the sports track meet. Everyone pace toward the physical education representative's coordinate to execute a boisterous registration layout!"

"Bloody hell..." This clearly amounted to one sallow notification that fell short of an absolute catastrophe, paired along one sallow notification that registered as an absolute catastrophe.

Old Bai hurriedly appended a supplementary line: "The exact fraction of a second the sports track meet hits its conclusion, the universally anticipated National Day holiday block will materialize—spanning three full days whole!"

"Whew..." An absolute count of three days unexpectedly existed, passable.

Old Bai spoke along a tone of absolute heartbreak: "Your existences occupy a threshold of this extreme youth, how on earth do you radiate a dead atmosphere of this nature? Where is the youthful energy? Where is the sunshine? Where is the vitality?"

The total volume of individuals put on a thoroughly dazed face, dropping their heads to aggressively grind through physics, chemistry, biology, and mathematics problem tracks; not a single soul delivered a response stream. Old Bai clutched his heart coordinate and departed.

The exact fraction of a second Old Bai cleared the boundary, the classroom interior exploded into an absolute frenzy of activity, low streams of private whispering drifting past the space. Although the volume was low, the articulation was crystal clear, making it blazingly obvious that they desperately craved for a single member of the melon-consuming crowd to avoid missing a single thread of the data stream. To an extent where even Asher's pack anchored across the corner coordinate caught the lines completely.

"Did your system catch the notification? A certain individual within Class 5, right in the dead fraction of last night, his computer infrastructure abruptly initiated an automated boot command, before rolling out a line of colossal text characters across the screen, reading 'You have been detected', drenched in a brilliant crimson color, terrifying to an absolute, bloody threshold."

"Authentic or otherwise? A groundless blow, right?"

"Absolute reality. He delivered a line mentioning that urine was aggressively goaded straight out of his system due to the terror. The exact fraction of a second his brain snapped back to execute a command to summon assistance, the computer infrastructure restored its upstanding configuration out from nowhere. His mom treated the occurrence strictly as a reality where his system stealthily crawled out of bed in the dead fraction of the night to play games, handing his frame a physical beating block."

"Why on earth does a sequence that distinctly initiates along an absolute horror script format drive my system to harbor this immense a desire to let out a laugh?"

"It looks exactly as if the occurrence far from isolates onto a single target; a certain individual within Class 3 ran into the identical script layout too."

"Yes, yes, yes! The director of the sophomore physical education department—simply my prior junior student—is actively delivering the identical text block too. My system originally calculated he was fumbling along a playful joke track, yet I hadn't anticipated the reality aligns as an absolute fact. Could this possibly map to a collective supernatural occurrence block?"

"Holy sh—, far too freaking terrifying, alright."

"What exact element radiates a terrifying color? The computer infrastructure was definitively subjected to an absolute hacker penetration command, nothing more."

"The target involved preserves an identical view alongside your system, but as fate would have it, his own track actively anchors inside the information technology competition block. He spent an exceptionally long span of time flipping through his infrastructure, yet failed to detect a single shred of a virus unit, failed to detect a single shard of data theft, and even the hard drive browsing trails were completely stripped of trace. If your system claims this maps to an actual hacker, even the police station completely refuses to recognize the statement, alright. After all, what the hell does this hacker track for? Purely tracking a wave of terror to generate a slice of personal entertainment?"

"Offended a specific soul, perhaps."

"Who on earth could he possibly offend?"

"Who knows."

Asher was forcefully fed a slice of a melon stream, his enthusiasm sitting at a thoroughly vacant baseline. Pulling out a colossal compilation volume of poetry appreciation metrics, he let out a low scoff: "Who on earth is this intensely bored? A grade-schooler, perhaps? Still tracking a loop of terror to scare human beings? Running a structural violation against the Network Security Law, do they possess the awareness or otherwise?"

Just as Caleb prepared to unbolt his mouth to deliver a response, his text stream was sharply blocked back by a flat glance Sebastian launched over his frame.

Sebastian’s expression remained perfectly natural. Casting a glance toward the book volume Asher pulled out, he snared the item over, flipping through a few pages: "This specific piece falls short of upstanding utility; the answer metrics fail to comply alongside standardized criteria. Tracking along the grading baseline, zero points can be allocated to your palm. Cease evaluating this book."

As fate would have it, Asher’s train of thought was completely broken away by his diversion: "Falls short of upstanding utility? My system expended several dozen bucks whole; my solitary metric for purchasing the item tracked straight to the reality that this specific cover layout was the absolute most beautiful."

"..." Does your household purchase educational supplement books purely based on whether the cover layout projects a beautiful color or otherwise?

"The next instance you calculate to purchase language track supplement materials, my frame will accompany your system to step out together. For the current baseline, evaluate the data documentation resting across my coordinate first; my own system compiled the lines independently." While delivering his words, he extracted a stack of stapled A4 papers, radiating a heavy aroma characteristic of a top student at a single glance.

Asher reluctantly accepted the asset, casually drawing a few lines across Sebastian’s examination paper along the path: "Here, does your system comprehend the line or otherwise?"

Sebastian nodded his head: "Passable. The auxiliary line your frame sketched is packed to the brim with absolute spiritual genius, matching the golden aura radiating behind Buddha's frame flawlessly."

"What exact crisis triggers the reality that the sketch projects an ugly color? Ugly means ugly, yet it scales an upstanding utility metric. This auxiliary line of mine boasts a value of at least fifteen points whole."

"Passable, then."

Eugene was anchored right beside their coordinate, fiddling alongside his small hands: "That... two great bosses, when your frames refrain from deploying this data documentation block, can it be lent to my coordinate for a brief window? Simply borrowing the asset for a single night window, it will be returned with extreme speed." Across the high school track, duplicating the notes and compiled data engineered by top students counted as a routine occurrence that materialized frequently.

Sebastian calculated that Eugene had inexplicably assumed an absolute table of blame on his behalf prior to this milestone, which far from radiated an easy baseline anyway. Consequently, he nodded his head: "Zero restriction, take the asset over. If alternative subjects trigger an absolute necessity across your coordinate, simply slant a line to interrogate my frame; my coordinate strictly still preserves a few sets of foundational knowledge node untangling metrics tracking the comprehensive science track."

Eugene was thoroughly overwhelmed by the unexpected favor: "Appreciate it, Boss Seb!" Subsequently, he dropped his head back down to initiate a meticulous, serious cycle of correcting his erroneous problems. Although zero individuals blamed his profile this once, his internal core consistently preserved a heavy wave of personal guilt. Consequently, he silently anchored a definitive resolution within his heart—transforming his track from a casual shipper of the dual top students straight into an absolute, die-hard fan of the dual top students. Down the line, whoever unleashed a sallow text block targeting their frames, his system would launch a direct counter-barrage against their profiles. And navigating the absolute first step along the vector tracked straight to accelerating his academic performance baseline, completely refusing to lose face for his top student older brothers. Therefore, let's lock onto an aggressive target of securing the second-to-last rank across the entire grade track first!

Meanwhile, evaluating the notes Sebastian had compiled, Asher strictly had to acknowledge the reality that this person radiated the aura typical of a top student far more compared against his own frame. Asher’s flawless academic records relied to a far greater extent onto absolute intuition, spiritual genius, and natural talent. A massive horde of entities across existence, his frame could comprehend the core track at a single glance, and a milestone occasionally surfaced where his system failed to process how on earth an examination problem that exposed its answer cleanly at a single glance could leave alternative human beings completely trapped in a bottleneck of absolute inability. Sensory perception outmatched structural analysis; consequently, he far from aligned as an Alpha-tier teacher.

However, Sebastian was entirely distinct. Asher held an absolute conviction calculating that it was completely impossible for Sebastian's intelligence to lag below his own baseline; otherwise, he wouldn't have successfully weaponized a mere window of two to three months to learn the comprehensive science track to a threshold that commanded the top front ranks across the entire city layout. But Sebastian was far more meticulous compared against his frame, far more dedicated to absolute precision. A massive horde of problems, Sebastian could also extract the answer cleanly at a single glance, yet his system would consistently force his mind to reflect on why on earth the answer aligned along this exact trajectory. Pace by pace, every single component strictly had to lock together seamlessly before his system would call a halt to the track. Even when managing subjective language exam questions, the baseline remained identical.

Previously, Asher had preserved an evaluation calculating that Sebastian's language track outmatched his own baseline because he was far more emotional compared against his frame. Only when his eyes caught sight of his compiled notes did he comprehend the reality that this person was rational straight to his absolute bone line. Every single character, every single deduction, strictly had to pursue the absolute most flawless conclusion metric, completely unable to accommodate a single trace of error, even a microscopic variance that potential randomness could usher inside the track. Living with this much caution, caution, and meticulous precision—if he faced alternative entities across existence along this exact model, wouldn't his frame encounter an absolute wave of exhaustion? Furthermore, a massive horde of occurrences across life far from guaranteed that a correct process would yield a correct conclusion after all. Asher calculated that sooner or later, Sebastian would definitively navigate a segment of a detour path due to this exact personality structure.

Although he launched a cycle of internal text blows to criticize Sebastian within his core, evaluating a full day of notes left his poetry appreciation capability executing an absolute vertical takeoff right on the spot. He couldn't resist a burning desire to hand a slice of reward to student Sebastian, treating his frame to consume milk tea together. As it turned out, Sebastian snared his backpack first to stand fully upright: "I established an absolute assembly layout alongside an individual this evening, return past the gate independently first."

Asher: "? Your frame backed my system to secure an actual human being outside the perimeter?"

Sebastian let out a soft scoff: "Interrogating a few extra sentences will drive the rumor mill tomorrow to broadcast a line mentioning the two of us successfully pulled a marriage certificate, believe the statement or otherwise?"

Asher shut his mouth.

The scumbag Sebastian let out a smile, leaving the pitiful little Asher entirely alone as he cleared the boundary of the classroom, marching straight toward the back gate of the campus. The Boston ivy tracking the back gate of the campus had already withered away cleanly, and several ancient trees had initiated a cycle of shedding their remaining leaves. The streetlamps were structurally trapped within a state of disrepair, with strictly only the light streams tracking the ancient alleyway outside the back gate filtering inside, blurring out a human silhouette shrouded deep within the leaves and branches.

The target caught sight of Sebastian’s arrival, delivering a low voice: "What exact text line do you mean to execute?"

Sebastian slowly paced over to his coordinate, freezing his frame fully upright. Slow and deliberate, he removed his gold-rimmed glasses, folding the item as he dropped his head, the corners of his lips hooking into a cold sneer.

"My memory track preserves a clear record indicating I delivered a line mentioning Asher aligns as an absolute good person; my own frame far from matches his baseline."