All Chapters of The Last Omega Hybrid : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ELENA's POVHow I managed to convince James to hire our glorious elf king is a long story. But to put it simply, the story went like this...I told him that Oswin was my childhood friend from when I was living at the orphanage. He came here to look for a job but was robbed of everything when he arrived. To make it even more sympathetic, I also added that Oswin was hit on the head when the thievery happened, making him suffer from partial amnesia. On top of that, I also mentioned that Oswin might act otherworldly and behave strangely because of his head's impact.In short, I told James that Oswin was occasionally crazy. However, I reassured James that he wasn't dangerous, so he wouldn't be a threat to the restaurant or the customers. I still vividly remember how James' eyes clouded with tears after listening to this tragic story as if he had just watched a soap opera. Thinking back, I wondered if I had a talent for writing dramatic fiction, the kind of heartbreaking story that puts rea

THIRD PERSON's POV"I've heard someone is looking for me." A guttural voice reverberated throughout the whole restaurant, rendering everyone speechless. The customers who had always been told that the new waiter was mute were flabbergasted upon hearing him speak for the first time.However, the astonishment wasn't just because Oswin could talk. What truly surprised all the customers was how one voice could be so entrancingly mellifluous. Everyone in the room, especially female customers, almost forgot the tension in the air and the smell of trouble with the appearance of the handsome, blond-haired guy who stepped out of the kitchen and headed toward the trio's table.Of course, everyone except the three people who brought the problem."Oh, so that's the new chicken," said Eli, looking completely unbothered at the tall figure standing next to his table. "But didn't the owner say you were mute? How come you can talk normally? Has the old man here been lying all along?" He sneered, shifti

ELENA's POV: Seeing Oswin's bloodshot eyes, my fear increased tenfold. I knew he wasn't the all-talk type. I had witnessed it firsthand in the alley. If I hadn't intervened, a murder case would have appeared on the news.And it seemed a similar case was about to happen again."Don't," I said, grabbing his wrist tightly and refusing to let go despite the pain in my hand was killing me."Let me go, servant. I'll deal with those scums. How dare they hurt you?" Oswin commanded, demanding me to let him go."No." I tightened the grip and shook my head vigorously. I knew he could break free easily from my grasp, but he didn't do it. Maybe he was afraid the force would hurt me? "Don't do it, Oswin. I'm okay," I said, trying to calm him down."How come you are okay? Look at your blood. It almost floods the entire room." He looked at my injured arms, his face filled with concern."What's going on?" James asked as he ran to the scene. When his eyes landed on my injured hand, he gasped in terror.

ELENA's POVI finally recovered and returned to my original state thanks to Oswin's intense care for two consecutive days. No one could even believe that our roles got swapped, with me staying in bed and him running around doing things like cooking, cleaning, and other household chores. Though the food he cooked almost caused a malfunction in the human body system, I still ate it till the bowl was empty, ignoring how my throat and stomach were wailing to spit the content out. I couldn't watch his effort going to waste.Besides, who else would be honored to eat food made by the glorious elf king? I bet people—I mean, elves—in Aldous would have agreed to do anything to trade place with me."Good. You really are getting better." His touch snapped me out of my thoughts.I looked up at his palm on my forehead and swallowed hard, trying my best to control the beat of my heart that threatened to jump out of my chest. "Y-yeah," I stuttered, though I didn't know why. Or maybe I knew, but I just

***FLASHBACK***THIRD PERSON's POVYesterday midnight, at Thomas's house,A long shadow cast on the wooden floorboard, moving around swiftly but without a single creaking sound, showing off how excellent his foot skills were. Despite the towering height, the owner of the shadow skillfully sauntered into the house as if he owned it. As he reached the living room, he looked to the left, where two swords were hung in a wide horizontal X-form as a part of the decoration on the sage green painted wall. After plucking one off the original place, he headed to the middle of the room, making sure to smash every breakable thing along the way.This time, he deliberately made noises."It is time for those sleepyheads to wake up," he murmured.When he saw the grand stairs that led upstairs, he paused and readjusted the weapon in his hand, wielding it skillfully in a horizontal eight-figure—a picture of someone who had undergone the arts of sword fighting and even mastered it."And they call this a