Healing the Omega, I Became the Whole Clan's Darling

In the end, Mansendis still ended up flustered, coaxing the cub in his arms after that line made Wen Yuzhi burst into tears.

Wen Yuzhi leaned against the silver-haired sovereign, lashes damp from crying. But he didn’t feel sad at all.

If anything, he felt happy.

In Dad’s arms, he felt like, in this moment, he was the happiest kid in the whole world.

Especially now that they’d finally said everything out loud—Wen Yuzhi knew Mansendis loved him.

—and that he was loved.

For Wen Yuzhi, that was already enough.

His wants had always been small. Very, very small.

Back then, he’d only wanted a dad and a mom—wanted the three of them to live together forever. That had been his biggest wish.

And now, all he wanted was for Mansendis to love him, to care about him. Just knowing that was enough to make him feel completely satisfied.

Thinking that, Wen Yuzhi pressed his lips together and said a little hesitantly, “Dad... I want to be a doctor someday.”

“A doctor?”

Mansendis sounded puzzled, like he hadn’t expected Wen Yuzhi’s dream for the future to be becoming a doctor.

But Wen Yuzhi had already made up his mind.

“My mental energy can soothe everyone. I was thinking... if I became a doctor, wouldn’t I be able to help more Saint Clan members?”

When Wen Yuzhi was little, Wen Che and Madam Jilanya had talked with him about what path he wanted to take in the future.

Wen Che had hoped he’d become an explorer, so the three of them could travel together and discover the universe.

Madam Jilanya had noticed his sensitivity to color, and she’d hoped he could become an excellent jewelry designer like her.

But no matter what, they’d wanted him to choose a career he genuinely liked and loved.

“No matter what Zhizhi wants to do someday, Dad and Mom will support you. So Zhizhi just needs to follow your heart and choose what you like.”

Only back then, Wen Yuzhi had been too young. He didn’t have a clear sense of what kind of road he wanted to walk.

Not until he saw Woke at the military prison.

A Saint Clan member who’d lost control—painful and hopeless—could only be chained up, trapped in a cage, letting out a mournful, rasping howl.

Back then, Wen Yuzhi had already formed a hazy idea in his heart. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

But it wasn’t clear yet.

Like a seed that still hadn’t sprouted.

These past few days, Wen Yuzhi had kept turning the Saint Clan over and over in his mind.

And what truly made him decide—was what Mansendis had just said.

The Saint Clan lived, every moment, in the agony of mental energy turmoil—and that pain would follow them for life.

That long, endless torment had brought the Saint Clan far too many wounds.

When Mansendis said he wanted to end it all sooner, the silver-haired sovereign’s face had been calm.

But it was that calm that made the sorrow feel so deep.

Mansendis rarely showed emotion that clearly.

He was the Saint Clan’s king—the sovereign every Saint Clan member followed with absolute loyalty.

And after the other royal-blood died, he was the only Salilaino still alive.

There was too much he had to carry.

And that meant, in front of the Saint Clan, he had to be strong. Reliable. As if he would never be vulnerable.

Yet that very same powerful silver-haired sovereign had just, for once, let a thread of exhaustion slip through.

In that moment, Wen Yuzhi suddenly thought...

Could he do something for the Saint Clan?

A thought that had only existed in his head, finally broke through the soil and sprouted.

He wanted to help everyone. He wanted the Saint Clan’s pain to lessen, even a little.

“I want to help Dad too,” Wen Yuzhi said. “I want to share your burden.”

He lifted his head and looked at Mansendis.

The cub’s expression was serious.

Wen Yuzhi’s thoughts were pure and simple.

If he could help the Saint Clan, maybe Mansendis wouldn’t have to be so exhausted.

Wen Yuzhi didn’t want to see that heavy, painful emotion on Mansendis anymore.

He wanted Dad to be able to breathe easier.

Mansendis gently stroked the cub’s hair. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, meeting Wen Yuzhi’s gaze, he asked again, “Is that truly what you want, Zhizhi?”

Wen Yuzhi nodded without hesitation.

Mansendis lowered his eyes. “That road will be bitter. It’ll be exhausting.”

This wasn’t something he said to deliberately discourage him.

In the interstellar era, there was a medical profession called a mental energy therapist.

Therapists were usually chosen from races with relatively gentle mental energy. They couldn’t completely cure the mental sea, but they could ease it.

Even just easing it, for people suffering mental energy turmoil, was already like being saved.

This was the kind of “doctor” Wen Yuzhi meant.

But at the same time, beyond needing gentle mental energy, what mattered even more was—

the patients whose mental energy had violently surged.

Saint Clan members in a rampage state.

—Violent. Brutal.

A giant beast bound in iron chains was no different from a savage animal with no reason left, a mind filled only with destruction and slaughter.

Approach recklessly, make one wrong move, and you could provoke them.

So this profession was extremely dangerous. Ordinary people weren’t willing to do it.

Before Mu Luo came to the Saint Clan as their dedicated doctor, the older doctor had been a mental energy therapist and had experience in the field. That was why Mansendis had chosen Mu Luo to be the Saint Clan cub’s pediatrician.

After all, underage Saint Clan members couldn’t fully control their power yet. They were also in the most active stage of mental energy—highly destructive.

An ordinary doctor probably wouldn’t be able to handle these little cubs at all, but Mu Luo could.

The doctor’s temperament was calm, able to settle the cubs down.

What Mansendis worried about, though, was Wen Yuzhi’s personality.

Wen Yuzhi was soft by nature, delicate and sensitive, and /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ his ability to empathize with the Saint Clan was strong.

Mansendis was afraid the cub wouldn’t be able to bear that much negativity.

One major reason therapists were so rare was that many people simply couldn’t take that kind of weight.

All day long, they had to face patients in mental energy turmoil. Those patients’ pain and suffocating emotions would pour back into the therapist, again and again, as the therapist tried to comb through and soothe them.

And the people who could become therapists were usually gentle by nature. Over time, they became miserable too, sinking into intense self-doubt.

And the Saint Clan’s situation was only worse than other races.

If possible, Mansendis didn’t want the cub to carry this at such a young age.

He knew Wen Yuzhi would absolutely feel sad when he saw Saint Clan members in pain.

If he chose this road, the cub would have to keep enduring immense pressure.

This wasn’t a light choice.

No parent in the world wanted their child to choose a road that hard.

Mansendis was no exception.

Especially since he had his own selfishness, too.

Between the Saint Clan and the cub, his heart clearly leaned toward his child.

“You don’t need to carry this, Zhizhi. This isn’t your responsibility,” Mansendis said slowly, looking at him.

To put it plainly, Wen Yuzhi, as he was now, was still a cub within the Saint Clan.

What he should be thinking about was how to play happily, how to grow up well—not shouldering the Saint Clan’s fate too early.

This was something even the other royal-blood had never managed to do.

But hearing Mansendis’s words, Wen Yuzhi could feel his concern. He still tilted his head and insisted, “But I feel like... if I can help everyone, I’ll be happy.”

Maybe because of his childhood, Wen Yuzhi was missing that feeling of being needed.

So when he realized he had the ability to help the Saint Clan, his first reaction was happiness.

Like after receiving so much love, he’d finally found a way to give something back.

“I’m really glad, Dad,” Wen Yuzhi said. “That I have this gift—that I can help everyone.”

Mansendis fell silent for a few seconds.

After a moment, the silver-haired sovereign said, “If this is truly what you want to do from the heart, then do it.”

—If you want to do something, then do it.

No matter what, he would always stand behind the cub.

Within the range of what he could reach, Mansendis would never allow danger to fall on Wen Yuzhi.

A young bird always had to grow up.

Mansendis had imagined he could hold the cub in his palm forever—let his child live under his wings for life, never having to touch wind or rain, never having to face danger, only needing to grow up carefree.

But he also respected Wen Yuzhi’s thoughts. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Since this was what the cub wanted to do, he would give his full support.

As a parent, what you had to do was become the cub’s strongest backing.

Before Wen Yuzhi came to him, Mansendis had never been a parent. But after the cub arrived at his side, he’d gradually been learning, through living together, how to be a good dad.

And Mansendis’s attitude was Wen Yuzhi’s greatest confidence.

Wen Yuzhi immediately said excitedly, “Thank you, Dad!”

Thank you for being willing to support me.

Wen Yuzhi hugged Mansendis’s arm happily.

But even in the middle of that joy, Wen Yuzhi remembered the exhaustion Mansendis had shown for an instant.

The excitement in his eyes dimmed a little.

Wen Yuzhi blinked and asked tentatively, “Dad... can you let me comb through your mental sea once?”

“You already used your one willful request today,” Mansendis reminded him.

Wen Yuzhi didn’t give up. “Then can I apply to borrow tomorrow’s?”

“I won’t mess around. I just want you to feel a little lighter.”

“...Is that okay?”

Wen Yuzhi’s tone was careful.

Mansendis knew the correct choice was to refuse.

The cub’s mental energy was still too immature.

And his own turmoil had been going on for a long time. His mental sea had kept worsening in recent years—so bad it could only be called terrible.

The stronger a Saint Clan member was, the more easily mental energy surged.

Combing through the mental sea for royal-blood—especially adult royal-blood—was extremely dangerous.

Mansendis was also afraid that if he lost control for even a moment, he could hurt the cub.

So refusing was the best choice.

But looking at Wen Yuzhi’s face—full of anticipation and pleading—Mansendis ultimately couldn’t bring himself to disappoint him.

“......”

“If anything becomes dangerous midway, you must pull your mental energy back immediately. If necessary, you can choose to attack me.”

In the end, the silver-haired sovereign relented.

But at the same time, his tone was serious as he made it clear up front.

He would allow the cub to comb through his mental sea.

But only on the condition that the cub could protect himself.

He told Wen Yuzhi that if danger appeared, he could immediately attack him.

Any kind of attack was fine—anything at all, including against the mental sea.

Mansendis didn’t say that last part out loud.

But Wen Yuzhi understood anyway.

So he promised, “I’ll protect myself.”

As he spoke, Wen Yuzhi gently fluttered his wings.

He flew to Mansendis’s front.

The cub pressed his forehead to the silver-haired sovereign’s.

And then—

Wen Yuzhi released his mental energy.