Quick Transmigration: Homewrecker System!

"Altair Roderick!" 

The majestic voice made everyone froze on the spot. They turned their heads to the cafeteria door. They saw General Vega Satellarnus standing with a solemn face, glaring at all of them. 

Altair turned his head, and his anger deflated instantly. Instead, he felt guilt, like a boy that was caught red-handed fighting with his friend, "G—General, I didn't start it. He is the one who provoked me."

General Vega strode towards Altair and then caught him by the collar. He pulled Altair to leave the cafeteria, but before he left, he ordered his subordinates, "None of you have the initiative to stop a fight between your comrades? Go run the track ten times."

"YES, SIR!" the cadets gulped. They just had rigorous training today, and they were expected to run the track ten times?! They glared at their friend who dared to provoke Altair while silently noting that Altair should not be provoked in the future.

Meanwhile, General Vega pulled Altair to another side of the training ground, where there were alone. Altair struggled as he felt that he did not do something wrong, "General, it's him who starts first!"

"It doesn't matter who starts first. All I know is that you cannot control your anger," General Vega said.

"But it's the matter of pride! He said that even an Omega can dominate me, an Alpha, of course, I get angry! Can you imagine being dominated by an Omega? As an Alpha, I would rather die!" Altair tried to defend himself. He felt that there was nothing wrong with his words.

General Vega stopped and released Altair's collar, "I see, so that's the problem."

Altair took few steps back when he felt a hostility in General's aura, "G—General, what are you…"

Altair dodged when he saw a fist almost touched his face. It was such a close one that he lost his balance and fell to the ground. 

"G—General, what are you doing?!" Altair protested. He stood from the ground and prepared his stance in case if the General would attack again for no reason. 

[He is still a supremacist! Ugh, I hate people who think they are better because of their something they are born with. I will teach this kid to respect everyone regardless of their gender and status, so he can be a great  general in the future!]

"You said you want to train with me, right? This would be our training," General Vega said as he prepared his stance, "Get ready, soldier." 

General Vega flashed and disappeared from his position. He was so fast that Altair couldn't predict which side will he attack, 'Damn it, what is wrong with General so suddenly?!'

"Argh!" Altair was punched on both sides two times and then got punched in the stomach. He fell to the ground headfirst.

"Altair, your endurance is really low. It is actually quite concerning," General Vega commented. Altair gnashed his teeth, "Of course it's fucking low. You kicked me without mercy!"

"Words," General Vega said, "I've spared my time to train with you, but this is your limit? I'm starting to think that you are not worth my time if you can't even hit me."

"NO!" that sentence provoked Altair, who got the strength to wake up from the ground. He took a stance to prepare himself, "General, I will prove to you that I am worth your time!"

Altair charged towards the General and punched his face, but before the punch could reach General's face, the General used his palm to caught Altair's fist and flung him to the side.

"Argh!" Altair's body was flung until he hit the sandbags. Altair gritted his teeth and dashed again to attack the General, this time, he flashed his fist to General Vega's abdomen. The General caught it again with his hand. 

But it was not all. Altair used his feet to kick General's head, which General Vega also caught quickly. 

"Not worth it," General Vega said, "Use your brain to find a strategy, so you can hit me."

Altair gnashed his teeth and did a somersault to escape from General's hand. He took a few steps back and formulated a strategy to hit the General. He had to prove that he was worth training. 

Altair observed General Vega for a moment and noticed that his hands trembled, probably because he had to stop an SSS alpha attack many times. 

Altair finally found a great idea, and he dashed towards General Vega again. 

General Vega frowned the same obvious attack over and over. It was very one-dimensional and too straightforward. Thus, he caught the attack again with his palm and winced because stopping the alpha's attack was still very painful. 

      "HYAH!" Altair used his other hand to punch with the same result. Altair repeated the process until General Vega's palm had been bruised and trembling for real. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to hold anything in the future.

That moment when Altair attacked again, his fist almost touched the General's face. 

"Okay, that's enough," General Vega smiled as Altair's fist almost touched his skin, "That's enough, you win."

Altair stopped attacking and stood in front of the General expectantly, "General, I am worth it, right?"

[… HOLY SHIT! THAT FIST ALMOST BRUISED MY PRETTY FACE FOR REAL!]

[Pupa: Ah, how unfortunate.]

"Yes, you are worth it. You've shown an observant nature, although you do it by brute force. I can also sense that you are taking the fight seriously, which I approve," General Vega smiled. 

"Great!" Altair nodded happily. Somehow, General Vega's approval felt ten times more accomplishing than a compliment from other people. 

[Pupa: Ding! Fatemeter increases to 10%.]

"So, what will we do next? I'm ready for another sparing," Altair said, but General Vega shook his head.

"You can rest now. I was just testing you and to give you a little punishment," General Vega said.

"Punishment?" 

"Yes, because you seem to look down upon Omegas. Remember, you are also born from your omega mother, and you would also marry an omega in the future," General Vega chided.

Altair scoffed, "Sir, I'd rather die than marry a weakling omega, and I mean that."

General Vega frowned, "What kind of alpha doesn't like omegas… tell me then, what kind of person is your type?"

[By secretly digging to Altair's preference, I will find a suitable mate for him. I just hope that he has some typical taste, though.]

Altair was surprised by that question. He needed a few minutes of thinking before coming up with an ideal type, "My ideal type is an omega male who is not a weakling! He must be at least S rank, and he should be strong enough to spare with me daily!"

"I also want him to be someone in power, serious, majestic, but not too domineering. Lastly, I want him to have muscle! I seriously hate a weak, thin omega that can only cry like a cute little kitten!"

[So… he basically wants a bara omega. An omega that can spar with him daily.]

[Pupa: Indeed.] 

[Eh… finding such omega, this would be very hard! Maybe one between one million chance to find that kind of person.]

[Pupa:…] 

[Okay, it is settled then! I will try my best to find a bara omega for Altair!]

Pupa facepalmed with its invisible hand.