Advent

People always think that a man like Alan Bracewell must feel like he is living in hell when he is reduced to the current situation.

After all, he used to be such...an unforgettable existence, but in the end he became such an ordinary person, no, not even "ordinary".

After that serious accident, Allen found that he could no longer sing, and his differentiation period was several years later than normal.It was a pretty bad time, Allen has to admit it.The accident made his already bad mental condition worse, he lost his voice for a long time, and began to have frequent auditory hallucinations and hallucinations.

On top of that, he has to deal with his so-called father, who has been furious because he can't sing, which means, after all, that amazing wealth will never reach him again.The emergence of the differentiation stage further exacerbated all Alan's symptoms, and finally, his serious genetic defects were exposed.

[Congenital pheromone gland dysplasia]

That's what the doctors called Alan's condition.

He differentiated into a precious Omega just as many expected.

But he is not a complete Omega.

He would never be able to secrete pheromones because of that disease—and at the same time, he couldn't feel other people's pheromones.You know, even Beta can at least detect other people's pheromones.

On the surface, many people expressed sympathy for Allen, but no one could perfectly control their hearts.He seemed to have fallen from the clouds to hell overnight, and after that, the appearance of Raymond Morecambe confirmed this.

"Kraken" became Alan Morecambe.

Allen is no longer a star, he just became a mortal, and because of the existence of the national mandatory matching system, he has a negative evaluation Alpha partner with a record of multiple violence.

If this is not hell, then what else is hell"

but in fact……

Allen didn't have much sense of reality about what he was going through.It's like having a long, vague dream on a sweltering afternoon, and even though you've woken up, you still feel that everything is illusory.

Of course, this doesn't mean that Allen has been sleepwalking, he just... doesn't have much emotion and feeling.

Every day is like a repeat of the day before.

Not happy.

There is no sadness that can touch the bottom of my heart.

Raymond Morecambe, three years after the death of his nominal husband.

Allen found himself a bit heavier than he had been (enough to make his young family doctor cry with joy).

He still had nightmares occasionally, dreaming of Raymond's hideous face and his fists, but the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that had plagued him since he was a child never appeared again, and a sleeping pill was enough for Allen to get rid of Raymond The entanglement of virtue.

Oh, by the way, he also has a part-time job, but the salary is very small because of the need to hide his identity.

He even has some friends, but those friends don't know his real name, let alone his past.

As the protagonist of the regicide war and the "hero" of mankind, Raymond's account will have a pension every month (although only the first year is on time), just think of what Raymond did to himself before. For those things, Allen didn't plan to use a penny belonging to Raymond. This decision made Allen's financial situation a little bit bad...

But he didn't need much.

……

After leaving the second-hand store, Allen walked along Celebration Avenue for about a kilometer, then turned a corner, and walked forward for three to 10 minutes before arriving at the apartment where he lived.

This is a typical "capital circle" style building, which looks old and uninteresting, even if it is decorated with imitation stone veneer on the outside, it can't hide its crowded and old inside.

Likewise, people who live here are less likely to ask for any level of comfort.

But anyway, it's cheap.

Allen raised his head and glanced at his apartment building, then lowered his eyes and continued walking forward.

Several beggars on the road groaned inexplicably and slowly crawled towards him.

Alan deftly avoided them and walked straight into the foyer of the apartment building.

The environment inside the building is not much bigger than the outside, and the lighting facilities have been flickering non-stop, it seems that it will be thoroughly inspected in the next second.Nearly half of the elevators have "Under Repair" signs on them, but since Allen moved here, he's never seen anyone fix them.

There were a few hurried occupants in the foyer, each looking pale and tired.

No one spoke, let alone exchanged pleasantries.

Most of the people who will live here are as desolate as this building.

But the atmosphere here made Allen feel relaxed.

He also remembered Raymond's apartment.It was a special apartment for senior officers. It was luxurious, bright and clean, and everything looked magnificent.When he was knocked to the ground, a robot would come up to him and politely ask him, "Madam, do you need medical help?"

After a long time, when Allen saw the same model of housekeeping robot, he still felt the illusory rust taste on the tip of his tongue.

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Allen suddenly shivered, and he realized that he was a little restless today.

He didn't quite understand why he suddenly thought of Raymond—since that guy died, Alan hadn't thought of him for a long, long time except for nightmares.

Maybe it's because I accidentally saw a video record of my youth in that thrift store today?

Allen said to himself in his heart.

Many people think that according to common sense, Allen should be nostalgic for his short-lived superstar time, but in fact, for Allen, that is not a good memory, after all...

No, it shouldn't be recalled anymore.

Allen bit his lip, reminding himself with the tingling.His financial situation is bad enough right now that Allen doesn't want to spend an extra buck on psych sprays and sleeping pills if possible.

The elevator lights came on, and the elevator came to the ground with the screech of the dragline.

Allen took a breath, and was about to follow the other people into the elevator, but a strange voice came from behind him.

"gentlemen--"

Allen didn't even realize that it was calling him at first, and he continued to walk a few steps forward until the apartment manager rubbed his hands and stood in front of him with some trepidation.

"Mr Morecambe—"

Allen stopped because of the unfamiliar address.

He looked at the administrator in front of him in surprise.

The man had always looked arrogant and domineering before, and he had never shown such politeness in front of others.

"Someone is coming for you."

He said to Allen nervously.

Allen's eyes widened in confusion.

And the apartment manager added in good time: "...the gentlemen of the federal government."

"Mr Alan Morecambe."

At the same time, the two men completely ignored the apartment manager, walked directly in front of Allen, and looked down at him slightly.

Allen couldn't smell anyone's pheromone at all, but the two people in front of him could tell just by looking at their appearance. They were the most typical Alpha.

They are very tall, their clothes are straight, and there is an aura all over their bodies that makes Allen feel a little uncomfortable.

That... aura that belonged to Raymond, and his colleagues.

Allen instinctively felt that these two people did not come from the government as the apartment administrator said, they should be from the Federal Military Department.

But when Allen subconsciously looked at the shoulder badges of the two, he found that there was only a blank mark on the logo that should have indicated their identities.

"I am sorry to disturb you, Mr Morecambe. We have something to say to you."

One of the men said to Allen.

"What are you talking about with me?"

Allen felt his heart beat faster, as if a wet and cold snake had crawled across his back, all his hairs stood on end.

He suddenly had a very ominous feeling.

"This is not a place to talk. It's urgent. I think we can talk while walking."

Another man among the two, the younger youth interjected.

As he spoke, he looked around.The moment these two officials (or military officers) who were out of tune with the surrounding environment appeared, the apartment residents who had looked tired and indifferent before had followed their instincts and quickly slipped away from the scene like mice seeing the light.

Even the obsequious and frightened apartment manager quickly retreated to the corner while the two were talking to Allen.

The instinct of these people is the best barometer. Some things have found Allen, and that is not a good thing.

"Okay, okay, I'll go home and put something and—"

"Please start with us now. We will discuss the specific matters with you in the car."

The two reached out their hands at the same time and pressed Alan's shoulder.

Then Allen couldn't break free anymore.

He was directly "helped" to the door of the apartment by those two people, and a pitch-black suspension vehicle roared towards him in the fierce air current.

The door opened and Allen was pushed up.

The hover car lifted off quickly, and then flew towards an unknown destination.

The car is fast, but smooth, and when sitting in the cabin, you will find that the suspension car is far quieter than the outside.

"...I have not violated any federal laws."

Allen said to the two people across the seat.

The two men in black sat upright on the seats like robots, their faces were deeply outlined because of the spotlights on the roof.

"Oh, of course . . . Mr. Alan Morecambe, of course you have not broken any laws."

The man in the black uniform spoke immediately.

"I hope we didn't scare you, it's just that the situation we're facing is a bit urgent..."

While speaking, the man stretched out his wrist towards Allen, his identity bracelet flashed slightly, and the image of his ID appeared on the virtual screen.

It shows that his name is Rafael Weitz, and he belongs to the Federal Space Command. The word "confidential" is written in the column of the specific position.

His companions immediately did the same.

That man's name is Sakhir Kruhn.

Allen noticed that he was from the Federal Space Force Command Center in Virgo.

... Virgo.

The familiar words made Allen's eyebrows twitch.