Entering the interstellar space the potential crisis never ended from beginning to end. Due to the cosmic radiation mutation, in addition to the supernatural beings, there were more kinds of alien monsters, which were called slaughter species.

On the fourth primary planet, there was the sound of people fleeing in panic, the roar of explosions, and pools of rotting, festering, and fetid mucus on the ground. A dozen huge tentacles violently destroyed everything around them, and the harsh screams made people have headaches. A cloud of smoke floated over, and peace was gone. This is the monster from the universe, S-level slaughter!

"Fucking, where's my gun? Those Ultra-capable above Grade B should come over and support first, otherwise everyone will have to die here!" A handsome male beta holding a setaria viridis in his mouth, and his body was full of scars, which made him very embarrassed.

"Dear beloved, we are probably really going to die here today. Before we die, would you consider following me?" The fiery flames burned an A-level slaughter seed to ashes, and the alpha was in a red suit, with his coat was half-taken off. He was coquettish, exhaling ambiguously to Carl.

Carl caught a glimpse of his bare chest, his ears were slightly red. Thinking of the current situation, Carl said impatiently: "Shut up, coquettish man, you still in estrus with others at this time!"

He was not polite at all, but Alex wasn't annoyed either. He just squinted and walked up, and said pitifully, "I'm going to die. I must show my heart to my beloved! Dear, how can you say that?"

Carl rolled his eyes, thinking in his heart how to survive in the hands of the S-level Slaughter Species. He quietly glanced at Alex who was lying on his back and panting.

At least, it would be nice to send this guy out...

"His..."

Carl’s pupils suddenly tightened, and more than a dozen sharp tentacle stabbed toward him with irresistible force, almost immediately piercing his heart. However, one person moved faster than him, and turned him over to protect him firmly.

"Darling, I love you."

Carl exclaimed in surprise: "Coquettish Man!!"

The roar of the monster was wandering around his ears, was he really going to die here?

"Frozen."

Death did not come, and the creaking sound of things breaking, as well as the breath of ice that penetrated into the bone marrow, enveloped the audience strongly.

The sharp tentacles that had pierced Alex's heart instantly froze, and it was only a few centimeters away from him to stop.

More than a dozen meters of slaughter species were frozen in this instant.

Just one move!

With just one move, the life of the S-level Slaughter species was ended. Looking at the entire interstellar world, such a terrifying strength, only one person had this strength!

"Chief!!" Carl's eyes instantly had hope, and this time he definitely won't die easily.

There was no why, because of this person.

This one--

Chief Sharp, known as the strongest weapon in the interstellar world!

As the ice surface broke, the huge slaughter species were shattered, and the field was cleared instantly.

"Sorry, it took time to come here."

The young man’s voice was clear and magnetic. He dressed a white windbreaker, with silver hair hanging behind his ears. With a stellar light, his light gray eyes were extremely light, as cold as the moonlight, but with a hint of softness. There was a red nevus on his index finger and he smiled like a fox.

With this face, he was a born star.

Seeing this familiar face that he knew best, his comrades-in-arms for many years, Alex was relieved that everything was going well with Chief Brant. He knew this very well, and he fainted with peace of mind.

Before Carl had time to enjoy the joy of being reborn, his face turned pale when he saw Alex in a coma, "Alex, you, coquettish man, what's wrong with you?"

Brant Sharp walked over, frowned and glanced at his former comrade-in-arms, then he smiled again: "Don't worry, he won't die."

In order to avoid accidents, he gave Alex some mental energy to sustain his life.

The rescue team would arrive soon. They gave a military salute to Brant Sharp. Brant Sharp nodded slightly, "Save people first, and I will trouble you afterwards."

"Chief Sharp is really busy."

"That's true, he is the strongest in interstellar world, fuck! Forgot to ask for his signature..."

Brant Sharp returned to the Military Headquarters of the Fourth Primary Star and saw a 40-year-old middle-aged man who laughed at him. This man was the commander of the Fourth Military Region, General Duke. "Chief Sharp! Thank you for your hard work. Thanks for solving this slaughter, and, your vacation has been approved~"

Brant Sharp rolled up his sleeves, and he was a little confused, "Vacation? Uncle Duke, I didn't apply for a vacation."

Duke looked at him teasingly, "I helped you apply, Chief Sharp is also 23? I will help you get the materials of your genetic matching person."

"According to the imperial law, you have to get along with the other party for a year, so I will help you approve the vacation by the way. Young people, don't always engage in careers, you still need the nourishment of love."

"I watched you grow up, too. You packed your luggage today. After you settle down for a while, you can meet him. I don't know what kind of alpha our Chief Sharp will encounter. You are an excellent omega, Chief Lin."

Brant Sharp laughed and took the sealed bag in Duke's hand, "Uncle Duke, don't kidding me, you know I can't..."

Brant Sharp looked at the information in his hand, looked at the strange name, and muttered to himself:

"Derek...?"

[Imperial Military Region Alliance] (IPA)

The gilded Great Alliance logo was particularly eye-catching, and the surrounding area was heavily guarded. Brant got off the spacecraft. In August, the morning wind was still a bit cool. The white military uniforms were neat and tidy. The black military boots made a light noise when they stepped on the ground. His eyes glanced at this familiar and unfamiliar place.

Brant was very depressed.

He exhaled a sigh of breath. Over the past 7 years, he had been fighting across the interstellar from the age of 16 and returning to the main star region at the age of 23, only half a month.

No sooner did he clean up his rental house, when he received the computer from the the Gene Matching Center.

It took him a minute to clean up a bowl, and he successfully graduated from the Single Man Team and had a lover...

It was really the fastest time to be off the market in history.

"Hello, are you Mr. Sharp who has successfully matched the gene?" The talking beta pushed his glasses, who was in a capable suit for professional woman.

Brant smiled slightly, "Yes, I am."

"Mr. Lin, just call me Lisa. I believe that you have some understanding of your genetic match person, can have such an excellent partner, congratulations." Lisa chuckled softly, with a little envy in her eyes.

Brant opened the file. When Omega was twenty-three years old, Empire Law would choose the most suitable alpha to become a partner based on the gene bank.

Of course, this was not absolute. After all, love is hard to say. You can't completely bind a person's life just because of a set of data, or break two people up who obviously love each other because they don’t fit well enough.

However, because of the policy, alpha and omega with the same matching degrees must get along as lovers for one year.

As far as Brant was concerned, the next year was nothing more than a cooperative relationship.

After all, he cannot have a partner.

Brant thought while listening to Lisa's introduction.

"Xiao Rin, Admiral Charles is your genetic match person. He is the dream lover of many omegas. He is brave and good at fighting, and he is also a double S-level Ultra-capable, um...just..." Lisa's voice was originally full of joy and now it became a little hesitant.

"Just what?" Brant was a little curious, he also heard a little about this General Xiao.

The average life expectancy of the interstellar people was more than two hundred years. Derek Charles became an admiral at the age of 30. He was definitely young and promising. He had a great military service and was famous throughout the interstellar world. He was a double-S-level Ultra capable of the lightening system, and three-S-level mental power, looked beautiful and unparalleled. Objectively speaking, such an alpha was definitely top standard, but Lisa seemed to be a little unspeakable.

Why?

However, the next moment Brant understood why.

The man wore a blue military uniform, on which he put his exploits to show his cherishment. His golden hair was very dazzling, like a nobleman in ancient books. His azure blue eyes were sharp and compelling, deep like the sea, and his body was slender. He was as handsome as a god.

Seeing Brant, the man who was cold as a sword, he squeezed a faint smile.

Everything was perfect,

The only drawback was that there was a wheelchair under his military boots.

Brant frowned slightly. Six months ago, he seemed to have heard that Derek Charles seemed to have been seriously injured in a battle, but he never expected...

The resolute man standing on the other side of Derek Charles was a little displeased when he saw Brant's gaze, "Boy, what are you looking at? Even if our leader's legs are broken, he still was the god of war, and you like a weak chicken... …"

"Lawrence." Derek Charles said solemnly, and the alpha named Lawrence didn't dare to speak again.

It was indeed impolite to stare at someone's injured leg. Brant explained: "Sorry, I have no other thoughts. I was just shocked. How could he get such a serious injury."

Derek Charles pursed his lips and said: "It's okay, it's not surprising, this is my adjutant Lawrence."

Lawrence snorted from his nose as hello, he felt aggrieved. After all, compared with Derek Charles's perfect information, Brant was an omega, not only a mental ability "too weak to be detected," but also a worthless piece of eye candy with nothing more than a face.

How can such a person be Xiao Rin's partner? The military department felt distressed for Xiao Rin. If it wasn't because of the explosion, if it wasn't because of Derek Charles's legs, then Admiral Charles 's lover would have to be the best omega, powerful and capable.

Lisa asked cautiously on the side: "Since the two have met, if both sides think there is nothing wrong, I will help them to go through the formalities?"

Brant nodded slightly, Xiao Rin acquiesced.

After the two little red books were in his arms, Brant was still in a trance, and he had a flash marriage inexplicably like this.

That was exciting.

Leaving the military headquarters, Derek Charles said, "I will ask Lawrence to take your things to our home in a while. Next, please take care of me, Mr. Lin."

"Just call me Brant, please trouble Major General Xiao."

"Well, I'll wait for you to eat at night." Derek Charles said this lightly, but inexplicably harmonious, they seemed to be an old couple for many years.

This feeling was a bit strange, Brant hooked the corner of his mouth, but he didn't feel bad.

Brant and Derek Charles briefly exchanged ideas for a while, still planning to move things in the rental house by himself. After all, this adjutant named Lawrence obviously didn't want to see him. Anyway, there were not many things, so why bother to him.

After Brant left, Lawrence looked at the thin back and complained.

"Leader, I just don't think it's worth it. He doesn't deserve you at all." Lawrence said disgustedly, "He is really too weak, and his mental strength is not helpful for your legs at all!"

Derek Charles glanced at him coldly, Lawrence saw the chilly eyes, and suddenly fell silent, fucking... said something wrong!

"Go and clean up the Enclosed Garden." Derek Charles said.

Lawrence: "Yes sir!"

Just talk less and do more.

In the N9 Military Region, the heavy door was opened, and you could see the precious flowers and famous landscapes. This was Enclosed Garden, Derek's private manor.

Brant had only one idea: Rich.

As the strongest weapon in the interstellar world, his personal assets must not be underestimated, but Brant voluntarily donated all his star coins to the empire for the construction of the city destroyed by the slaughter so much.

So that he was very poor.

After entering the door, he put his luggage on the ground. But there was no one. It was as if a needle fell on the ground and he could hear it. Brant had already understood it. Hearing Lawrence said that Derek dismissed everyone a month ago and locked himself up for half a month.

Brant also keenly noticed the scratches of heavy objects in the living room and the broken glass in the corners.

Probably the vent of losing his legs.

This kind of pain can be born by ordinary people. What's more, Derek was originally a genius of the sky, at a young age, if it weren't for this change, he didn't know how brilliant he would be in the interstellar world .

Brant was thinking about it carefully, but he heard the explosion on the second floor, "Admiral Charles !" He was startled, how could there be an explosion? Is it possible that something happened to Derek?

Before he could think about it, Brant went upstairs in two or three steps. The second floor was the kitchen, and now it was a mess.

The blue military uniform was also blackened by the smoke, and the handsome man's face was embarrassed.

Brant raised his eyebrows slightly, "What are you doing?"

"I...saw that you haven't come back, so I want to cook dinner..." Derek explained softly, but seeing the tumbledown windows and the black carbon-like stove, even the bottom of the pot burned through a big hole.

Derek was speechless for a moment: "..."

"explode the kitchen."

Brant: "..."

Really honest answer.

In the end, Brant cleaned up the kitchen and cooked a bowl of noodles.

Simple, but mixed with a touch of warmth.

Brant glanced around at the bedroom Derek prepared for him. The black and white tones were simple and generous. There was also a bottle of blue daisies by the window. The bright colors made people feel a little bit happy.

The night was as cool as water, and in the dark night sky, Derek sat alone by the window. He squeezed his legs tightly. His azure blue eyes were filled with oppressive haze, and his tight lips were extremely cold. He shrouded himself in darkness, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said nothing.

"Knock knock."

The door was opened and the light at the door slid in. Derek was reflected into those smiling light gray eyes at a glance. The little red mole on his index finger was bright and moving, with the softness of moonlight, "Good night , Admiral Charles."

Derek's cold facial features suddenly melted slightly, "Good night, Mr. Sharp."

The door closed again, and the original light continued to turn into darkness, but it didn't seem to be that depressing anymore.

Derek gently hooked the corners of his mouth, and a magnetic laugh came out in a low voice, representing the master's good mood.

Well, this was his omega, his Mr. Sharp.

Maybe his Mr. Sharp didn't like him, and even forgot everything about him, but it didn't matter, he had a lot of time.

The average life expectancy of interstellar people was more than two hundred years. The growth cycle was very different from that of Blue Star. The time for education and learning was also much longer. They entered university at the age of 23 and graduated at the age of 26.

Now he was just a freshman.

The Austin University, the leading top school in the interstellar world, was a top-ranking university in both the military and in all aspects. In order to enroll in the university, millions of people had played all their cards.

"If let them know that the strongest weapon in the interstellar world has entered the school, I don't know how those people are crazy!" Frank said. He was Brant's friend and they had played together since childhood. He had a burly stature. To tell the truth, if it hadn't been for Brant to have been trained all year round. , And as a top military officer, with such strength, if it happened to a normal omega, he will have to vomit blood by the alpha of this thick nerve.

Brant smiled slightly and looked back at the spaceship outside.

Frank looked at his young hairpin, and felt legendary no matter how he looked at him.

Over the past 7 years, he had taken the lead for the empire several times, and the first-class feats he carried on his body can be said to be countless.

After the age of 16, his mental ability test directly destroyed the equipment.

This was unprecedented, and it was a miracle in the eyes of everyone in the interstellar world, but this young boy had such strength to be competent.

The undefeated God of War, because of special reasons, he refused his military rank, and the people directly praised him as the strongest weapon in the interstellar world. Almost all men, women and children, all agreed that as long as there was Chief No. 4, Chief Sharp, the interstellar world can enjoy a century of peace.

No one had achieved this level throughout the ages?

Frank felt that he had been jealous for the comparison between Sharp and himself...

At the same age of 23, Brant, the strongest weapon in the interstellar world, had almost one-fifth of the slaughter species died in his hands, and his terrifying ice move was the nightmare of all slaughter species.

What about him? The unknown captain of the XX team.

The gap! Too heartbreaking! !

Frank stared at the silver-haired boy in front of him with a serious face. Brant was confused by his rare and serious appearance. He thought the other party was going to talk to himself about some serious military topics, but...

"Brant! I will arrest you as the unknown captain of the XX team. The charge is that you are too unreasonable...too excellent, you need to be checked. God absolutely cheated when he created you!"

Brant was amused by the remarks, "Crazy."

He rubbed the pocket watch in his hand, but in seven years, he can finally relax and fulfill his unfulfilled dream.

He had a lot of time.