The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra
Chapter 136: Stranger

Chapter 136: Stranger

Curt was one of the most wanted individuals in the empire; however, he was also difficult to track, much less capture. After those months, the black intel was still unable to know his whereabouts.

And now, Arren just had to encounter him on this island. At this point in time, he was like a lost chicken, and when Curt saw him, it was unknown who would chase who.

Arren didn’t even question the ability of this undying cockroach; for sure, he had seduced and tricked some noble youths again, which was why he was here. One thing that kept him alive even after this long was his extensive connections and sources.

He bowed his head and made himself as casual as possible, as though he were there eating with the older man before him. In any case, he had thick skin, and he could apologize later for some inconvenience.

"You’re hiding from someone?" a soft yet somewhat hoarse voice, whispered.

Upon hearing this, he had to lift his gaze and look at the one who spoke, the man in front of him. As their eyes met, he was a bit startled to see that under the shade of his hoodie, the other half of his face leading to his neck appeared to be covered in burned scars. It wasn’t too hideous looking but was still noticeable. However, Arren didn’t react too much and nodded his head.

His kind eyes lingered on him for a moment before he looked casually at a distance and then returned to him. Arren didn’t say anything and observed the man. Although he had this kind appearance and an even more approachable air, he was still a stranger.

He didn’t know him, so he couldn’t trust him that much. However, since he was the one who took the initiative to sit here, Arren had no qualms about talking to him at all.

The man stared at him for a few seconds before, he lowered his gaze and started to eat once more. But before that, he spoke and invited Arren.

"Do you want to eat?" he asked casually, yet with a grace that somehow reminded him of Rave. Come to think of it, even his refined poise was similar to the white-haired omega. Was it possible that the man before him was also a noble? That’s something that can’t be ruled out.

Arren pursed his lips, looking at the dishes on the table. His stomach couldn’t help but grumble as he swallowed. Truly, he was already hungry. It was just that he didn’t have money and his mind was elsewhere, thinking about how to trick someone using his charms to treat him, and Arren couldn’t feel his hunger that much.

Now that he was seeing and smelling the aroma from the dishes, his mouth was salivating, and he was definitely starving. However, he didn’t know this man would accept the offer.

Even though his mind was saying that his hand was already moving as he took a spoon and smiled kindly at the man.

"Yeah, can I?" his eyes sparkling and something that no one could resist. He was starving, and now that someone was offering to give it to him, why couldn’t he accept it? After all, his original intention was to find someone to mooch off of—he meant to befriend someone.

If he was trustworthy, he hardly cared at the moment; he only wanted to eat!

The older man was slightly surprised by Arren’s reaction, even though he was the one who offered him food, but he still nodded and motioned for him to eat.

Arren grinned widely; suddenly, he had a good impression of the man. He must be a truly kind person. Without saying anything, he started putting dishes on the extra plate, lacking any sense of shame, as though they had known each other for a long time and not only for a few minutes.

He even forgot that he was hiding from Curt or the existence of the cockroach for a moment. Who was Curt? Nope, he was only here to eat.

"Are you lost?" the man spoke once more, even though there was some hesitation in his tone.

Arren’s hand stopped as he was about to scoop another, and he was surprised by this question. He looked at the man with an incredulous expression. How did he know that?

The man saw through him; it could be said his expression was truly easy to read this time. Arren looked at the man’s somewhat amused expression. He furrowed his brows; he didn’t know why he was looking at him like that.

The man smiled; it was still so beautiful that one could overlook the burn scars on his appearance.

"Your face," he said, as though it were obvious. And with a momentary pause, as though hesitating but still continued as he whispered, "Aren’t you Arren Katz?"

Arren almost let go of his grip on the spoon. He blinked and didn’t know how to answer that. He knew that someone would really recognize him, but the moment that someone already did, and that was the one treating him to a meal, he still couldn’t help but feel flustered.

Was it so obvious that he was lost? Well, that was a dumb question. Arren knew it was so obvious! If not, why was he like a wandering, starving ghost without the escort of bodyguards, considering his high status?

He wanted to lie, but that would be even more embarrassing since his face wasn’t really that common and could be easily distinguished from the masses.

Arren took a deep breath and slumped his shoulders. He could only answer honestly.

"I am," he responded weakly, but without elaborating anymore. He still didn’t explain the whole situation to the stranger. Afterward, he spoke again, in a much more gloomy tone, asking, "Are you going to post this on social media?"

He didn’t want to be trending for his idiotic escapades at all and add a few more ’TMI’ (too much information) to his name on the internet.

The man’s brow twitched slightly, and he couldn’t help but chuckle as he was stressed even more if what happened would be posted on social media rather than for his own safety. Arren’s identity was admired by many, but it was even more coveted by many individuals as well.

"Aren’t you afraid... I’ll use you to ask for ransom?" The man replied amusingly. Arren was a bit dumbfounded hearing this, not because of the sinister intention behind the question but because of how he said it in such a graceful and pleasing tone despite the actual meaning of his words.

Hey, was this a relative of Rave or what? Or noble omegas were indeed like this, and Arren was really the odd one out.

"I don’t," he answered casually. Not scared in the slightest.

"Oh? Why is that?" the man smiled, becoming interested.

Arren grinned wildly and responded somehow domineeringly, "I can make a huge commotion. My man is the master of this land; it will not be for long before he finds me."

His confident tone was indeed one of wanting to be beaten up, but he was telling the truth. Arren wasn’t really that afraid, especially for a normal tourist, as he could just make a fuss and everyone would immediately recognize him.

Although he wouldn’t resort to this method until he was really in a life-or-death situation, and as for Spade searching for him on the island, Arren didn’t have any doubts about this. Some people might already be scouring the island to find him.

Arren wouldn’t admit it though—he was afraid to find out so soon. Who knew what punishment the alpha would give him?