The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 64: Desires and Obsessions (1)

Rave appeared surprised by this request.

"How am I deserving to tutor you?" Rave started, which Arren didn’t allow to be finished. He knew that the omega would definitely refuse his request.

"What do you mean? Of course, you deserve it. It’s just tutoring. It isn’t like that’s some kind of sacred stuff." Arren shrugged it off and waved his hand.

Rave opened his mouth once more and seemed to want to say anything to argue, but why would Arren let him refuse? Arren would do anything to get it once he made up his mind.

He was also curious why Rave was always on guard against him. He must get to the bottom of it this time.

"And we’re team mates, isn’t it only right that we help each other. I’m having trouble with my studies, you know, there are lots of things that have happened to me lately," Arren decided to use the sympathy card, his tone soft and with a hint of distress, although he made sure that he had the ’trying so hard to smile’ kind of expression on his face.

It was a low blow to do this, but who cares? It could already be seen as a slight opening for Rave, making him less wary of him in the future.

As expected, Rave fell silent and watched him, although Arren couldn’t read what he was thinking. He continued speaking anyway.

"The organization is scum that needs to be eliminated, but we still don’t need to take care of the present for our future. And for me, that is studying." Arren spoke with such a righteous tone that even Spade would do a double take when looking at him if he really was Arren.

"Don’t you also think so, Rave?" He raises his brow and smiles again at the white-haired omega, who appears to be in a trance.

In the end, even Rave had no other choice but ’tutor’ Arren. Although that was not part of his blossoming job description.

"Ah, right, since you are now my tutor. You can just call me Arren, stop calling me young master from now on." Arren wanted to be friends with Rave, and using this kind of title would only keep a distance between them.

He didn’t care anyway, he preferred to be called by his name.

Rave put down the iPad and shook his head.

"How will I dare to call you by your noble name---" Arren didn’t let him finish that cringeworthy line and put his hand in front of Rave, shutting him up.

"What do you mean, noble name? Just call me Arren; I’m not royalty or anything." He then rolled his eyes and began massaging his right leg, which had now gone numb because he couldn’t move it often.

Rave watched Arren, and he wanted to say that Arren would be the future Empress in the future. However, he had the hunch that the omega would only argue that it was in the future, and he wasn’t the empress yet.

Without any argument, he could only call Arren by his name. Rave wasn’t as oblivious as Arren; he was aware that the other wanted to become closer to him. Rave had yet to find out why

"Then I will call you Arren from now on, but only when it’s just the two of us." Rave said, relenting to what Arren wanted.

Arren grinned and agreed without hesitation. He still knew that the people in the Empire were strict with hierarchy, so he didn’t push it too much.

Leaning on his seat, he watched Rave, who began to look once more at the iPad. He appeared to be taking this tutoring seriously.

"Rave, what is it like?" A moment later, he mumbled, asking something incomprehensible even for himself.

Sure enough, Rave raised his head and met his eyes with a questioning gaze.

"What do you mean?" he asked, putting the thing in his hand on his lap. With Arren’s tone, he vaguely sensed that it wasn’t something that was uttered out of the blue, at least it had a sense to it.

"What is it like to become brave and motivate yourself to fight for your own goals?" Arren’s tone was low, even with a hint of curiosity.

He wanted to know how Rave could do it, risking his life to investigate the organization and find the whereabouts of his parents. Even with a strong desire involved, taking action was a completely different thing.

Arren could admit to himself that he was a very simple person. He lacked the depth for people like Rave, who had solid goals and motivations.

For him, he thought that being able to live freely and be happy was already an accomplishment. Then he would die of old age as proof of his fulfilled life. As he died young in his previous life, Arren wanted to at least die this life with wrinkles on his face.

That in itself was a sign of his extremely simple desires and goals in life. Nothing could compare with a stable life for Arren. Things like fighting some organization or even saving the world were far-off concepts for him before.

He knew about it, and yet Arren always thought that had nothing to do with him. They were living in the same world but not close enough to encounter each other; that was how he lived his twenty-one years in his second life.

And suddenly waking up that his simple desire was all his dream, Arren was lost for a moment. It was real, he was in the center of the storm that he had only avoided before.

So, he wanted to ask and, in a sense, get to know Rave more outside the idea of a character he had read before. He wanted to know where the real Rave before him got all his courage. What were his motivations? Who are you?

Arren kept his gaze fixed on Rave and watched him. His every movement and all the changes in his expressions. He didn’t need to read all his thoughts or anything, Arren only wanted to hear his answer, and that was all that mattered to him.

"My motivation?" Rave muttered, his tone a little distant. He looked at the ground for a moment and appeared to be lost in thought or thinking of the right way to answer Arren’s questions.

Arren didn’t interrupt his thoughts and instead patiently waited for Rave’s response.

Only a few seconds passed before Rave lifted his gaze once more, instantly connecting with Arren. And the moment that Arren stared with those eyes, a part of himself was shaken, and he couldn’t stop marveling at those eyes.

He appeared to see a fire of determination that no one could match; rather, a human’s desire for something was so mysterious that it even transcended the common sense of humans themselves.

It was so... beautiful.

"I want to see them... and that is enough motivation for me to keep moving forward." Rave calmly answered, a little vaguely; however, Arren seemed to understand every word and even the thoughts behind them.

He nodded. Right, what other motivations were needed other than this? Rave wanted to see his parents, and that was his biggest motivation. It appeared that goals could only be this simple, not even comparable to the action required to achieve them.

"Rave, how do you think we can figure out the biggest desire within ourselves?" This time Arren asked another question, this study session had instead spiraled into something deeper with a simple question of his

His tone was solemn, and his interest was more open this time. Perhaps this time it was beyond curiosity. Arren was seeking answers to the questions he had yet to figure out.

"The biggest desire within ourselves?" Rave muttered once more. He was deep in thought about a question that he had yet to consider.

A moment of silence passed before he continued, Rave shook his head and sighed.

"I don’t know, perhaps we can only figure that out ourselves. Even I don’t know what my biggest desire is within me. Isn’t it to see my parents? or something else? That is unknown, but what I can be clear about is that seeing my parents is one of my desires in life."

In Rave’s answer, Arren fell silent. He was thinking of this answer. It might be the truth or something close to it.

Then, what about him? What is his deepest desire? Was it a stable life? Was a simple goal could be considered the biggest desire?

He wanted to know. Arren had the feeling that if he found out about it, he could find something within him—something he had lost a long time ago. Was it memory? What was it?

Arren stared directly into Rave’s eyes. A thought crossed his mind, accompanied by his heart racing and shivers that he never knew he would have.

"Say, Rave, do you think... a person’s biggest desire could even transcend death and be passed on in his reincarnation?"

In this question, Arren begins to find the reason he reincarnated in this world.