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Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega

“I love you, Brys," Storm whispered. “Love?” I scoffed. “Do you even know what love is?” I raised a brow at him. “Of course, I do. I love you, Brys," he repeated as he leaned closer to kiss me. “I've had feelings for—” The words died on his lips. His eyes grew wide in shock as blood spluttered from his lips. “Wh... What did you just do?” His gaze went down to the knife I drove deep into his chest. “What's wrong, Storm?” I smirked. "Don't you love me anymore?" I mocked. Though it hurts me to do what I did, I had to do so, for my safety. If I don't kill him now, he won't hesitate to do the same to me, in the future... ***** Mega, a nerd who is obsessed with reading novels and comics, ended up reading a comic that sent his blood boiling. He cursed the omega in the book who was so pitiful that the Alpha used him only to kill him when he felt the omega was useless. Unfortunately, Mega had an accident on his way on an errand, and by a sheer stroke of luck, he found himself in the same trashy comic. And what was more? He discovered that he now resides in the body of the omega who was abused by the Alpha he admired. Now, he's determined to turn his fate even if it means going against the plot, and his stupid system. He was determined not to make the same mistake his former host had...

Unsolvable_Mystery · LGBT+
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First visit to the throne room

Someone knocked on the door the moment we arrived. Fan winked at me before he disappeared. I was focused on the door when I heard the rattle of chains.

Funny how the person at the other end thought to knock on the door, knowing it was locked.

Did they expect me to ask who it was before they unlock it?

The door opened, and a man stepped in. My eyes grew wide when I recognized him as the man who almost killed me before I was taken to the guillotine.

Goddess in mini skirt, what's he doing here?

His nose flared when his eyes locked with mine. He looked like he was moments from flinging me out through the barred windows.

"My Lord requests for your presence, slut!" The way he snarled the last word made me wish to knock him out, but I know doing that won't help me at all.

Moreover, the insult doesn't affect me. I've gotten used to being called slut by the Storm of this world. He called me that throughout the night.