WMSR — QT Chapter 152

WMSR – QT Chapter 152

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siofra

Bai Yichen browsed through the merchandise one by one, his gaze suddenly freezing when he locked onto a particular item, because the description for that commodity was none other than—arrive in the task world one day early.

At that moment, Bai Yichen felt as though his breathing had stopped, while his heartbeat, conversely, raced faster and faster. Arriving in the task world one day early—what did this represent? Scenes from his second world flashed through Bai Yichen's mind, where the moment he opened his eyes, a vehicle was bearing down on him. Under such circumstances, had he arrived even an hour or ten minutes early, he could easily have avoided that fatal catastrophe. The parents of his body in that world would not have had to die either, and he certainly would not have spent that world with paralyzed legs. That world, which gave him the greatest feeling of oppression, could have had its ending rewritten right from the start.

After the surge of excitement passed, Bai Yichen carefully and slowly shifted his gaze down to the price below. When he saw that it cost only three points, he breathed a huge sigh of relief. 还好还好，不贵，买得起 (Fortunately, fortunately, it's not expensive, I can afford it).

Although he had already decided in his heart that this was an absolute must-buy item, Bai Yichen still kept his patience and continued flipping forward until he had looked through all the items in the mall. He then summarized a pattern: the one-time consumable items here were relatively cheap, whereas things that could exert a long-term effect on a person were quite expensive. For instance, things like seemingly formidable bloodlines and abilities required amounts of points that were completely beyond his reach.

Having reviewed it from start to finish, although Bai Yichen felt that many items were extremely useful, he ultimately remained very thrifty and only purchased that single three-point prop to arrive in the task world one day early, along with a one-point one-time universal unlocking prop.

After purchasing these two task props, Bai Yichen ought to have felt at ease. Yet for some reason, he recalled his first world where he was transmigrated into a child who was abducted. In that world, when he was possessed, that child had already been taken away for more than a day—meaning one day was not a hundred-percent guarantee. Hesitating, Bai Yichen gritted his teeth and spent another six points during the system's countdown to entry to buy two more one-day-early props. 这样，应该不会再出什么问题了 (This way, there shouldn't be any more problems cropping up). Thinking this, Bai Yichen finally felt a slight sense of peace of mind.

"Does the host wish to use props to enter the task world three days early? Please confirm."

"Confirm."

When Bai Yichen regained consciousness, dizziness, nausea, and a throbbing, swelling pain at the back of his neck assaulted him like a landslide and a tsunami. Bai Yichen could guarantee that across so many possessions, this was absolute the most agonizing sensation he had ever experienced upon regaining consciousness.

Where is he now?

Amidst the dizziness, Bai Yichen struggled to receive and absorb the information regarding this world and this body. As he deciphered the general situation, his fingers could not help twitching.

Even just this slight twitch of his fingers made him keenly aware of his current dire predicament. His limbs seemed to be fixed in place by something, while beneath his body lay a cold, hard surface. That chilling, devoid-of-empathy temperature was something no normal person would ever choose to lie upon, let alone the fact that he was currently stark naked—veritably like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

And right now, he truly was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In this world, he was an Alpha, an imperial elite, and a mid-level military officer with a boundless future. Yes, this was a world unlike any previous one, completely different from the Earth he was familiar with. The technological level here was vastly superior to Earth's, having already entered the interstellar era. People here were divided into six genders, grouped under three broad categories: Alpha, Beta, and Omega, with each category further divided into male and female.

According to strict gender classifications, he was a male Alpha. As for why he—an Alpha holding an absolute position of advantage in the empire, an imperial elite, and a mid-level officer—was lying like this on a cold experimental table, it was entirely an accident—an accident suffered due to the insane notion of a mad scientist.

That madman was a dangerous fugitive wanted by the empire. His mindset was utterly eccentric; he had always been attempting to modify the human body and had even conducted forbidden human modification experiments. If caught, he would undoubtedly face the gravest charges of crimes against humanity. However, while that madman's thinking was unhinged, his actions were extremely cautious. Over the years, he had been constantly dodging and hiding, and had never been caught.

And that madman now had a new, insane hypothesis: he believed that the fragile physique of Omegas, as the bearers of the empire's offspring, was substandard. Human limits extended far beyond that, and the currently fragile Omegas were precisely the bottleneck restricting human development. If an Omega existed with a constitution as formidable as an Alpha's, then the descendants bred by such an Omega would undoubtedly be stronger than any existing humans. He firmly believed this was the future of mankind.

Yet how exceedingly difficult it was to modify an Omega's physique to be as formidable as an Alpha's, considering that such fragility was carved straight into their genes. In every aspect, it was extremely difficult for Omegas to become as strong as Alphas. Furthermore, the empire's Omegas rarely went out alone; every time they ventured outside, they were under public scrutiny and protection, making it very difficult for him—while hiding and fleeing—to strike. Ultimately, that madman locked his target onto the robust Alphas.

As for the original host, he was an Alpha who had the terrible misfortune of being ambushed by surprise while on vacation, then kidnapped and brought here to serve as an experiment.

Forcibly modifying an Alpha into an Omega—what an utterly insane concept. And the original host had died on the experimental table precisely because of that madman's idea, driven by rejection reactions from continuously injected modification serums.

Thinking of this, Bai Yichen could not help shuddering. He knew in his heart that he was plunged into a tremendous crisis, with the danger this time being no less severe than any prior occasion.

At this moment, he suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful that he had made a last-minute decision to arrive two days early before coming; otherwise, had he arrived too late and been injected with excessive modification serums, it truly would have been too late for anything.

Right at that moment, Bai Yichen suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside. His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he forcibly steadied his breathing, feigning that he was still unconscious.

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