I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 70: CP: Truth Unfold

These two mates of yours," she said, gesturing dismissively at Naga and Leo. "A snake and a lion. Natural enemies in the wild. How do we know you haven’t... enchanted them? Forced their loyalty through your spirit’s power?"

Naga hissed—a sound of pure offense.

Leo’s growl rumbled across the clearing.

Alex’s smile faltered a bit.

" Hey, system. What should I do now? "

[ Just reveal your mate’s marks. ] System said casually.

" Will that work? "

[ Trust me. ]

Alex lifted his shirt to reveal the serpent tattoo. The serpent tattoo writhed on Alex’s skin—living ink coiling and shifting, its emerald eyes burning with offense at Amber’s suggestion. Then it settled, those five stars above its crowned head gleaming with unmistakable brilliance.

The tribe gasped collectively.

Even Amber faltered, staring at the marks with something like shock.

"Five stars," Boulder breathed. "The snake is actually Serpent Sovereign. "

Alex shifted slightly, revealing the lion mark on his right shoulder. The magnificent lion seemed to pulse with golden light, its mane flowing with ethereal fire, five perfect stars crowning its head like a constellation.

The clearing went absolutely silent.

"Five stars," the scarred advisor whispered, voice thick with awe. "Both marks. Five stars on BOTH."

[OH THEY’RE IMPRESSED NOW! Five-star beasts are LEGENDARY rare!]

" Wait! What happened? Why are they so shocked? " Alex asked.

[ In beast world, the number of stars represent a beastman’s strength. Both physical and mental. The higher the stars the more powerful the beastman is. ]

[ And the more the stars the less likely for a beastmen to fall under enchantments.] 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

[SO BASICALLY—five-star on the tattoo means five-star POWER LEVEL! Naga is a SERPENT LORD, And Leo is Lion Tribe’s greatest warrior and the purest breed even among lions.There’s no WAY you could enchant someone that powerful!]

" Are my mates really that powerful? " Alex questioned himself.

[ Yes. They e is. They are only holding back on going rampage because of you. Both of them are afraid to show you their dark side. So never make them angry. ]

[ Or they might swallow you whole. ]

" Impossible. They both love me. " Alex huffed.

[ Do you know that some beastmen eat their mates if they are too heartbroken by them and commit suicide later. It is mostly seen on extremely possesive species.... Like Snake. ]

" No way. " Alex gulped.

[ Yes way. So be good to your husbands and don’t give them unnecessary stress. ]

Alex felt his blood run cold at the system’s casual revelation about mate-eating, but he forced himself to focus on the present crisis.

"Five stars," one of the elder advisors repeated, leaning forward to see better.

"That’s... that’s apex predator sovereign level. Only the strongest of the strong achieve five-star mark."

"That’s—" one of the younger bears stammered.

"That’s impossible. No bearer has TWO five-star mates. The odds alone—"

"Mate marks can’t be faked," the scarred advisor said firmly. "Can’t be forced. They reflect true bond strength. And five stars..."

She looked at Amber meaningfully. "That’s genuine. Deep. Permanent."

Amber’s face had gone pale.

"But—but that’s—" she sputtered. "Two apex predators, natural enemies, both with perfect bonds to the same bearer? That’s statistically impossible!"

"And yet," Alex said quietly, "here we stand."

He placed a hand on his swollen belly.

"Carrying their cubs. Building a family. Bonded in a way that can’t be questioned because the marks don’t lie."

The truth water hummed with satisfaction at the absolute honesty of the statement.

Granite was smiling now—a small, genuine expression of relief.

"The mate bonds are verified," he announced. "Five stars each. Next question, Saintess."

Amber looked rattled now, her perfect composure cracking.

She’d expected to expose Alex as a liar, a manipulator, a threat.

Instead, every answer had been honest, reasonable, defensible.

"Fine," she bit out. "One final question. If you get all seven divine stones and return to your sanctuary—what happens to the territories you’ve taken artifacts from? Do you care what happens to us once you’re gone? Or are we just stepping stones to your goal?"

It was meant to be a trap—make him look selfish, callous, uncaring.

But the truth water pulled the answer from Alex’s chest with gentle insistence.

"I care," he said softly. "I care deeply. Every tribe I’ve traded with, I’ve tried to leave better than I found them. The wolves have permanent fertility restoration. You have food security and sustainable honey production. The dragon god has tribute that honors his power."

He looked around at the assembled bears.

"I’m not just taking. I’m trying to give back. To make the trade fair—valuable for both sides. Because..."

He paused, the truth water drawing out something he hadn’t planned to say. "Because I know what it’s like to be desperate. To need help and find only closed doors. I’ve experienced all that back in the earth. I can’t fix everything, but I can try to leave every place a little better. Even if I’ll never see them again."

Silence fell across the clearing.

Naga hissed softly and Leo lowered his tail when Alex talked about his experience from his world.

Alex never mentioned those things to them. They don’t know who Alex truly is. What he did before coming into this world. What kind of life he used to have. They know nothing. They never dare to ask, waiting for him to reveal on his own.

The truth water shimmered around Alex’s words, validating every syllable.

Amber stood frozen, her prepared accusations dying on her lips.

And Granite—Granite looked at Alex with something that went beyond respect, beyond gratitude.

Something dangerously close to reverence.

"The trial is complete," Granite said quietly. "The truth water has spoken. The stranger has answered honestly, fully, and with honor."

He turned to address the tribe.

"I see no deception. No malice. No threat. I see a traveler far from home, trying to return to safety, leaving gifts of genuine value wherever he goes."

He looked back at Alex.

"The Bronze Stone is yours," he said simply. "We will arrange the trade tomorrow. But first—"

His eyes shifted to Amber, and there was steel there now.

"—we will discuss whether our Saintess’s judgment remains sound. Whether her ’spiritual sensitivity’ is serving the tribe or serving her own interests."

Amber’s face went white, then red.

"Chief, I was only trying to protect—"

"You were trying to sabotage," Granite said bluntly. "Every demonstration, every question, every attempt to paint our guest as dangerous. All proven wrong. All revealed as baseless suspicion driven by..."

He paused meaningfully. "By what, Saintess? Fear? Jealousy? Wounded pride?"

The truth water still flowing in Amber’s veins forced the answer out before she could stop it.

"All three," she whispered, the silver sheen in her eyes pulsing with the compulsion of honesty.

"I feared your interest in her. I was jealous of her perfect mate bonds when mine are all failures. And I was wounded because you rejected me this morning in front of everyone."

The confession hung in the air—raw, humiliating, undeniable.

The tribe murmured uncomfortably.

Granite’s expression softened—just slightly.

"I understand," he said gently. "But understanding doesn’t excuse what you tried to do here today. We will speak privately about your role as Saintess. But for now—"

He turned back to Alex.

"Please, honored guest. Accept the tribe’s apologies for this trial. And accept our gratitude for enduring it with such grace."

[QUEST COMPLETE: "The Truth Trial"

Result: OVERWHELMING SUCCESS

Reputation with Bear Tribe: MAXIMUM

Amber’s Credibility: DESTROYED

Granite’s Interest: DANGEROUSLY HIGH

Bronze Stone: BASICALLY YOURS NOW]

[HOST. THAT WAS AMAZING. I’M GENUINELY IMPRESSED.]

Alex swayed slightly—the truth water’s effects beginning to fade, exhaustion crashing over him in waves.

Naga caught him immediately, coils supporting his weight.

"I need to sit down," Alex mumbled.

"We’re getting you back to the den," Leo said firmly.

"You’ve done enough for today."

But before they could leave, Granite stepped down from his platform and approached.

Up close, his hazel eyes were intense, searching.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For your honesty. For your patience. For... for giving us hope."

He hesitated—then continued, voice dropping so only their small group could hear.

"I meant what I said to Amber this morning. About not settling for low compatibility. About waiting for something real."

He glanced at Amber—still standing in the ritual circle, tears streaming down her face as the truth water forced her to confront every insecurity she’d been suppressing.

"She wanted to be chief’s mate for the status,"

Granite said. "For the power. Not for me."

"You deserve better than that," Alex said gently.

"Maybe." Granite looked back at him. "But ’better’ seems very far away right now."

He straightened, pushing the moment of vulnerability aside.

"Rest tonight. Tomorrow we formalize the trade. "

"Thank you, Chief," Alex said.

Granite nodded—then turned and walked back toward his den, shoulders heavy with the weight he always carried.