Rebirth: The Universe's Hidden Heiress-Chapter 154: [Parallel World] One Night in The Bar (1)

Note: The Parallel World series happened in a parallel universe; the plot and settings are completely unrelated to the previous story. This Yuka is still the famous "Vase."

As Kenji’s thoughts drifted into the distant future, the sound of his opticomputer brought him back to the present. Opening it again, this time it wasn’t General Fleet Admiral, but a message from the pheromone matching center.

Given the rarity of a 100% pheromone match, the center had sent a message asking him to meet with the alpha. If they truly felt no connection and were incompatible, then so be it.

Kenji thought it best not to meet her.

He had his undercover mission at the underground bar that night, and no time thereafter. Decisively, he declined the pheromone matching center’s suggestion.

On the other side, Yuka opened her opticomputer and saw the message from the pheromone matching center. After pondering for a couple of seconds, she too declined the suggestion.

She had heard that Morris, a senior in his second year, had rebelliously given up his position as the heir to the Horn ruling family. He expressed a desire to become a wandering poet, spreading his songs of praise across every corner of the Alliance.

To celebrate his departure from the Horn family, he was hosting a grand party at an underground bar that night, and students from the combat department across all years were invited.

Ayoi and Alex were eager to see what the legendary Morris was like, and Yuka was also curious. She decided to join the party that evening. Expecting the celebration to last all night, she planned to sleep in the next day to recover, leaving her no time to meet Admiral Kuba.

Besides, she assumed he probably didn’t want to see her anyway.

In the underground bar, the loud music and alcohol fogged people’s minds. In the center of the dance floor, dancers swayed with the music, embracing others, unaware if they were alpha or beta, wildly shaking their heads.

In this place of sheer enjoyment, even though everyone had pheromone-blocking patches, it was inevitable for some alphas or betas to lose control of their excitement. A trace of their own pheromone scent leaked out, mixing with the smell of alcohol and spreading throughout the bar.

These released pheromones then ignited the desires of others still sober, and before long, the whole underground bar went down into chaos.

As Yuka entered the bar, she immediately noticed the mixed scent of pheromones in the air, frowning slightly. But as a top-tier alpha, these pheromones hardly affected her. So, she just shrugged, nimbly avoiding a drunk beta trying to cling to her, and continued inside, casually holding Ayoi’s arm.

Ayoi and Alex, both betas, couldn’t detect pheromones and had no reaction to them. They were eager to go inside to see what the legendary poet Morris looked like.

Walking with Ayoi and Alex, Yuka casually picked up a pink cocktail freshly prepared by the bartender. Before she could taste it, her butler chimed in: "Master, teenagers should not..." ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"I’m of age now," Yuka said, shaking her glass provocatively and taking a sip, speaking to the butler in her opticomputer.

Her opticomputer, crafted into a watch by Nori, was light and convenient. The butler, another of Nori’s creations, could think like a human, but with limited intelligence, often acting foolishly.

Nori, the current dean of the Alliance Science Academy, a universal genius, had become Yuka’s tutor for three years, albeit reluctantly, under Hideki’s commission, or more precisely, because of Hideki’s generous payment.

The butler’s voice continued through the earpiece, "Master, although you are of age now, you should still drink in moderation. Drinking can lead to mistakes, and too many drinks can be harmful. What if you lose control after drinking and accidentally get involved with another beta?"

"That’s absolutely impossible," Yuka replied without a second thought.

Apart from her secret of being S-tier in both physical and mental strength, she had another secret: she disliked the scent of other people’s pheromones. Even if thrown among ten betas in heat, she would have no reaction.

For this reason, Nori had Yuka visit the science academy’s lab every week to collect a sample of her pheromones for research. Nori’s goal was to use her unique pheromones to develop a more effective suppressant. He mentioned that if the experiments went well, he might be able to create a drug that could fundamentally change how alphas and betas were controlled by pheromones.

Suddenly, Yuka found herself thinking of Admiral Kenji, whose pheromones were a perfect match with hers. She wondered what his pheromone smelled like and if she would react to it.

Shaking her head with a smile, Yuka knew such thoughts were pointless. They would never be together; he surely had refused the meeting arranged by the matching center.

Yuka finished her pink cocktail in one gulp and placed the empty glass on a passing waiter’s tray, allowing him to take it away.

As she brushed past a waiter in a tailcoat, Yuka sensed something like a snowflake falling on the tip of her nose. It was odorless, yet it instantly awakened her long-dormant pheromones.

Suppressing her shock and quickly reining in her own rose-scented pheromone that had momentarily escaped, Yuka noticed several nearby dancing betas suddenly blushing.

Alphas close to them felt the brief but intense suppression of pheromones and turned around, puzzled, searching for the source.

Higher-ranked alphas had stronger pheromones. In conflicts with other alphas, a higher-ranked alpha could immobilize a lower-ranked one just by releasing their pheromones, leaving them rigid and vulnerable.

But the alphas present only saw two betas and an alpha who was more attractive than average. After realizing this alpha was Yuka, they dismissed the idea that a low-ranked alpha like her could exert such pheromone suppression. They turned away, continuing their search.

Meanwhile, Yuka turned back sharply, trying to find the waiter she had just passed. But the waiters here, all tall male betas or alphas wearing masks, were hard to distinguish. Yuka quickly lost sight of him in the crowded room and turned back, disappointed, hoping to encounter him again later that night.

The butler’s voice echoed in her earpiece again: "Master, I just checked your real-time body data. Your heart rate is abnormally high, even faster than when you run cross-country. Why is that?"

Yuka dismissed it with: "It’s because of the drink."

The butler, half-convinced, fell silent.

On the other side, Kenji put down the tray he was holding, handed over the empty glasses to another masked staff member taking over his shift. He then turned to enter a cubicle, pretending to rest but actually starting to change clothes.

He wouldn’t have accepted this undercover mission if it weren’t for evading the arrangements of General Fleet Admiral.

Recently, Kenji had been reluctant to undertake missions, especially since his heat cycle was approaching.

The heat cycle, a normal physiological occurrence for betas, happens monthly. It’s a dangerous time for them as they crave the comfort of alpha pheromones, often losing control due to this desire, making them vulnerable to unscrupulous alphas.

Betas who have been permanently marked by their alpha partners fare better during heat cycles, needing only a bit of their partner’s pheromones to calm down. Only their partner’s pheromones can soothe them; in essence, they are bound to their partners for life.

Unmarked betas, however, need suppressants to maintain clarity and control their desires during heat cycles, or they have to find an alpha for a temporary mark. But intimate areas like the glands on their necks aren’t just marked by any alpha. Betas usually choose their boyfriends or future husbands for temporary marking, otherwise, they rely on suppressants available in the market.

Speaking of suppressants, credit went to Nori, the current dean of the Alliance Science Academy, for developing a new, highly effective suppressant and setting an affordable price, significantly reducing the complications betas face during heat cycles.

Kenji, feeling his glands on his neck slightly warm, didn’t connect this heat with the dominant pheromone scent he encountered earlier, attributing it instead to the normal onset of his heat cycle.

While waiting for his shift replacement to leave the dressing room, Kenji, hidden in a corner cubicle, pondered over the alpha he had just seen, who was rumored to be a perfect pheromone match for him.

She was even more attractive than her photo in the files suggested. If not for the unsavory rumors about her, many betas would probably be drawn to her by now.

Thinking about these rumors, Kenji frowned. Rumor had it that Yuka was a seasoned player, indulging with both betas and alphas. He had just seen her with a girl in her arms, likely a beta.

’Is that Yuka’s new girlfriend?’ he wondered.

After the last footsteps faded outside, Kenji quickly gathered his thoughts, changed into plain clothes, donned a hat covering most of his face, and cautiously emerged from the cubicle.

He blended back into the surging crowd on the dance floor, his gaze locked on a rugged man with rough hands, wearing ordinary clothes but with a fierce look in his eyes.

He followed the man through the crowd, up the stairs.