The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 122: Black History

Chapter 122: Black History

The next day, Spade and Arren were still trending on all of the social media apps in the Empire and even around the world. It was especially so for Arren, whose identity and face were now plastered all over the internet.

Arren scrolled through his phone and only read some while skipping most of the posts. He had already been scrolling for over thirty minutes, and most of the posts he’d seen were all about him.

"Damn, this is way too much, isn’t it? I’m afraid, I’m even more famous than the celebrities now," Arren couldn’t help but blurt it out, his face filled with surprise and amazement.

"You’re the future Empress, everyone wants to know who you are." Rave, who was at his side and brewing tea, responded. Life in the palace was like that; it was sometimes repetitive and boring.

He glanced at Rave slightly before continuing to read some posts and comments. Arren was aware that the impact of being introduced by Spade to everyone would be significant, but to actually experience it still gave him a great shock.

His fingers stopped, and he looked at his picture in a post. Arren had to get used to seeing his pictures everywhere on the internet from now on. He could only hope that no one would post unpleasant pictures of him if there were any.

His eyes narrowed as he read the conversation on the post.

[I know him. I always see him at the bar I frequently go to. He is also very beautiful in person]

’Ahem! Thank you!’

[He went into bars????]

’So? What’s wrong if I go to bars?’

[I also heard from the friend of my cousin that he and his friends don’t have a good reputation in the noble circle.]

’Can you tell us who this friend of your cousin is, sister?’

He commented inside every time he read some comments. Arren didn’t take comments like this seriously. In fact, he was enjoying reading the comments as though they were some kind of entertainment.

Who knew that he was also going to be the subject of gossip on the internet? Arren felt like he was some kind of celebrity because of it. Well, his popularity even surpassed the majority of famous celebrities.

Most of the positive comments were about his appearance, and his identity as the son of the Duke, and the negative ones were centered on his hobby of partying and visiting bars in the capital, especially about his so-called friend circles.

Arren could vaguely tell that most of his malicious articles in the future would be about his bar-hopping hobby. He didn’t care, though; he was never shameful about it, and there was nothing wrong with it. Perhaps only the conservative populace would bother looking at it in a negative light.

He scrolled past most of the posts while scrunching some chips that Rave prepared for him, entertaining himself with the posts.

’The Future Empress of The Empire Or The Future Royal Troublemaker?’

Arren’s brow rose, and his eyes brightened. Oho, this was some kind of catchy title they got there. He was interested and opened the article to read it.

A few sentences in, and Arren still had a smile on his lips before it gradually faded. The more he read, his lips twitched, and his expression darkened.

Arren only wanted to know who was the source of this article and that they knew a lot of facts about him. Damn, did some of his so-called friends snitch on him? His mind wandered to who he would visit to have some coffee sometime as his murderous intention seeped out.

"What are you reading?" Rave got curious and looked over at his phone, reading some of it.

He shrugged and gave his phone to Rave so he could read it. His mind was spoiled by that article. Arren didn’t care anymore and sipped the bitter tea again, and he would never get used to the taste.

Afterward, Rave returned his phone to him again. The omega nodded calmly, "It was quite accurate."

Arren, who was about to sip again from the hot tea, was interrupted, and his expression soured. Fuck, he didn’t want some of his black history to be all over the internet. He was now considering suing whoever wrote this article of defamation. It was simply... the truth was written there.

He sighed in resignation and let it be. After all, the one written on there was mostly just about his partying hobby, his habit to cuss with his every word, his drunken habits, and even how he acted like some kind of gangster boss sometimes, among other things that were best not mentioned. It was all just little details about him; it was no big deal at all.

After a few seconds, Arren slumped his body to the seat and began to think about life, and he realized he really had a terrible personality. Fucker, this was definitely an inside job. This wasn’t defamation, but an invasion of privacy!

"The source hates you," Rave spoke, putting salt in the fresh wound, and stared at him without any hint of comfort.

Arren nodded, "Yes, they hate me, obviously."

"This article is trending." Rave pointed once more.

He nodded once more, "It’s trending, which means a lot of people read it..."

Rave nodded, sighing, and patted Arren’s shoulders as though sympathizing with him.

Arren swallowed, "Say, how high are the chances that I can take this down on the internet?"

Rave, looked at him without saying anything, but his response was written on his face: ’What do you think?’

Sighing once more, Arren could only let go and scrunched his chips. Black history was black history, and there was nothing he could do about it on the internet. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t take action at the source.

His eyes flashed filled with a grudge. ’Heh, who says I’m not petty? In fact, I’m extremely petty!’ Of course, it’s not like he would make them suffer like some villain or something, he would just invite them for some tea. Yeah, an extremely bittersweet tea. He smiled maliciously.

It only took a moment before they moved on from it. Arren doesn’t have the time to really deal with everyone on the internet, that would be unrealistic and unnecessary. He had a lot of concerns, and it was just his space for amusement at most.

A few hours later, they were now watching a movie on the TV in the room. It was an action movie that was popular a few years ago, but Arren wasn’t that into movies.

"Did you tell His Majesty about your plan?" Rave asked after a while.

"Yes, he already agreed," Arren replied calmly.

Yesterday was really an eventful day for him. It was so stressful that Arren wanted to take a break from all this drama. He hadn’t seen Spade since morning, and they hadn’t eaten breakfast together. He appeared to have a lot on his mind, and Arren decided to let him be for now.

His alpha had probably made a big decision that was still bugging his mind. Arren was only so powerless that he couldn’t do anything to really comfort him about it. For now, all he could do was be with him and support him.

"Where?" He asked again; both of them were looking at the screen, and no one was actually paying attention to the movie.

"I don’t know." He wasn’t sure where, but he only wanted a place. "We can go everywhere, just not the capital." He added, and for the first time, the two had a tacit agreement with each other.