WMSR — QT Chapter 154

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 154

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While striving desperately to suppress the ragged sounds of his own breathing, that figure dragged himself toward a cabinet, finally reaching a trembling hand out to catch the cabinet door and retrieve a syringe from within, which he drove without a moment's hesitation directly into the vein of his arm.

After an indeterminate period, that tense silhouette relaxed. He collapsed somewhat weakly onto the floor, his sweaty forehead bangs clinging miserably to his face, while his garments were visibly soaked through with sweat across a large portion of his frame. Yet judging from his calmed respiration and the alluring pheromone scent gradually dissipating across the room, his condition was clearly stabilizing. Ultimately, the omega pheromone scent radiating from his body faded entirely, weirdly transforming back into an alpha aura.

Bai Yichen rested face-down for a short while longer, and once his strength had fully recovered, he stood up and walked over to lie inside a diagnostic machine he had purchased from the black market over the past two days, running a series of physical scans.

Once Bai Yichen retrieved his physical examination report, his brow knitted tightly together. Holding the diagnostic report in his hand, he compared it side-by-side with the experimental records of the madman he had already destroyed, and as he progressed through the data, his mood visibly worsened. For his hypothesis had been correct, and the madman's notes were likewise accurate: his body had already undergone partial modification, or rather, one could say that the madman's modification plan had succeeded by well over half, and such alterations were undeniably irreversible.

In other words, from a purely physiological standpoint, he had already been largely transformed from a genuine, pristine alpha into an omega.

Although he was not a native resident of this world and felt indifferent toward various abo classifications—considering any external form maintaining a male appearance acceptable to him—as he gained a deeper understanding of the world's abo genders over the past few days, he found himself forced to care. For the true basis of gender distinction in this world did not rely on male or female external forms, but rather on the three categories of alpha, beta, and omega. Unfortunately, this was a world defined by congenital gender determination and rigid hierarchical stratification.

Within this systemic division, alphas stood as the innate rulers and superior class, born with exceptionally stellar physical constitutions across the board, representing the true elite stratum of society while possessing solely reproductive dissemination capabilities without childbearing capacity. Omegas, conversely, stood opposite to alphas; they possessed congenitally fragile physiques, suffered from intense heat cycles upon reaching adulthood accompanied by the emission of pheromones, exhibited high reproductive susceptibility, and required exclusively the union of an alpha and an omega to produce alphas and omegas.

As for betas, they constituted the most populous demographic among the three genders, possessing innate physical constitutions far inferior to alphas and remaining relatively mediocre across all metrics. However, because their numbers accounted for ten percent of the total population, they served as the backbone of the empire, capable of matching with any gender regardless of male or female designation and handling the majority of ordinary municipal posts.

Yet Bai Yichen's physical body in this world originally belonged to the most advantageous alpha class, representing a role closest to masculine standards under his Earth-born conceptual framework. After all, apart from excluded categories, males and females alike possessed the capacity for pregnancy and childbirth. Yet what made the situation absurd was that an exceptional starting hand of cards had been forcibly and coercively altered into an omega by a madman, remaining furthermore an omega afflicted with unknown lingering side effects.

Bai Yichen drew a deep breath, striving to force down his somewhat volatile and anxious emotional state.

The madman's modifications were far from flawless; Bai Yichen understood this clearly, and the madman's experimental logs documented it explicitly. To put it more accurately, his modification completion rate stood at a mere sixty-eight percent. Fortunately, his reproductive functionality had not yet been synthesized, but various other secondary sex characteristics typical of omegas—such as a gland capable of being marked, pheromones, and heat cycles—were all cataloged within those records, and the physiological changes he had experienced recently verified them one by one. For instance, the ordeal he had just weathered was precisely the exclusive heat cycle native to omegas.

And this heat cycle unquestionably presented an astronomical hazard. The onset timing of such a heat cycle proved extremely erratic, stripping him of all defensive capabilities each time it struck, and during severe episodes, it even robbed him of consciousness, causing him to unconsciously broadcast pheromones to lure nearby alphas within the diffusion radius until he was either claimed by a powerful alpha or forced to deploy suppressants to beat back the heat cycle regardless of the consequences.

Harboring this ticking time bomb meant Bai Yichen had essentially forfeited any possibility of integrating into this society or returning to the original host's normal lifestyle.

More gravely still, the populace of this world relied on pheromones for mutual attraction, maintaining strict categorical divisions deeply rooted in their minds. In their perception, an alpha was an alpha and an omega was an omega, leaving zero tolerance for any abnormal hybrids. This realization served as the primary catalyst driving Bai Yichen's decision to evacuate prior to notifying authorities. If his physiological abnormalities were exposed, it would instantly erupt into a news bulletin far larger than the capture of Amborah Cole.

Naturally, he harbored no desire to become the subject of sensational social broadcasting. Beyond that, Bai Yichen nursed a deeper, underlying apprehension: a profound distrust of the imperial government. After all, while Amborah Cole was a madman, he was simultaneously a genius; although his hypotheses were eccentric and disregarded human life, he had succeeded by more than half, had he not? With a high-completion test subject like himself existing, there was no guarantee whether the imperial government would ultimately choose to rescue him as a victim or instead declare to the public that he had likewise perished under the madman's hands, thereby continuing the clandestine research.

It was not that he suffered from persecution paranoia; rather, the deeper his comprehension of this world grew, the clearer he became regarding the empire's desperate craving for formidable alphas, alongside the indisputable reality of dwindling omega populations. Consequently, even though Amborah Cole remained a fugitive hunted by the empire, his underlying doctrine happened to align seamlessly with imperial ambitions.

Hence, even with the slimmest possibility of such an outcome, Bai Yichen dared not gamble on that margin of error.

After all, though his current vessel possessed the frame of an exceptional alpha and a mid-level imperial officer, what significance did a solitary individual hold when weighed against national interests?

He remained steadfastly determined to prevent anyone from discovering his bodily anomalies, yet lacking any plausible narrative to explain his presence at the scene without arousing suspicion, erasing his own footprint entirely from the outset stood as the optimal resolution.

Bai Yichen closed his eyes with a sense of fatigue, and after a prolonged interval, he rallied his spirits, activating the device on his wrist to swipe across the optical screen. Scrutinizing the official imperial media reports concerning the Amborah Cole incident alongside public condemnation from imperial citizens, and finding no anomalous flags, he finally experienced a slight release of tension. It appeared that up to the present moment, no one had unmasked his traces within the incident. Under such conditions, after a suitable lapse of time, he could sever his involvement with the affair entirely.

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