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Synopsis

The holographic gaming league is a showcase for Alpha players, and Polaris, a team that had faded out, actually recruited a wizard whose other identity is an Omega in order to return to the professional gaming world.

The little wizard was very beautiful, but standing in a group of tall alpha players, his head couldn’t even be seen, and from time to time he would have to tug on the corner of captain Lin Mingfei’s shirt.

The entire league felt that they could ridicule the former King of Magic, Lin Ming Fei, who had fallen from the high god-like altar.

Later, Xia Tong used a forbidden spell to bind them together in the arena, and the little wizard knocked them over one by one with his staff, yelling angrily, “Apologize to our captain!If you don’t apologize, you will all be sent home! If you apologize, I will sing for you!

“S*, he’s so cute!” exclaimed the captives in unison.

Xia Tong, as the only Omega in the holographic gaming industry, is not only the mascot of the P-team, but also the object that all teams are trying to poach and for whom fanboys and fangirls scream about everywhere.

The day after winning the league tournament, an alpha in a suit knocked on the door of the P team’s club.

“Xia Tong is my lost custom mate. Please have your club return him immediately and let him go back with me to have a baby.”

Lin Ming Fei’s bare, lean upper body stood in front of the door, a cigarette in his mouth, his powerful pheromones like a mountain of water: “Do you have the guts to say that again?”

Chapter 1

“The Saber-Toothed Tiger team’s tactics were overly aggressive, and now only the severely injured Dylan remains. The opposing wizard’s health is gradually restored by the elf’s healing magic, leaving Dylan unable to finish him off! The wizard, known for his explosive style, will certainly kill Dylan if he gets close! Oh my! Dylan is approaching him—like a moth to a flame! Dylan moves in and lands a close-range shot—he hit! The wizard’s shield is broken! Dylan follows up with another snipe! The wizard’s health is nearly depleted! The elf can’t heal him in time! Dylan lands three consecutive shots, taking down the full-health wizard! His performance is stunning, with demonic precision—turning a hunter into a true tank!”

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

This was a replay of the King’s Tomb national tournament finals, where Dylan from Saber-Toothed Tiger defied expectations and became a legend, popularizing close-range sniper play. The screen filled with praise like “Dylan is amazing!” and “True melee sniper Dylan!”

But amidst all the applause, a few disruptive comments surfaced.

“Wasn’t the close-range triple snipe invented by Zero? Why is it credited to Dylan now?”

“Zero used this in the Snow Palace raid two years ago. Dylan’s fans are thieves.”

Dylan’s fans, riding the wave of excitement, instantly fired back, launching into a heated argument.

“Steal, my ass. Spread lies and rot in hell.”

“Don’t compare that relic to our god Dylan, thanks.”

“Who’s Zero? Never heard of him.”

“Let the washed-up old man retire peacefully and stop seeking attention.”

“His team disbanded; what are you hoping for? Give it up, Zero fans.”

“Exactly, as if Lin Mingfei would ever return to King’s Tomb.”

“Only lowlifes leave such trashy comments. Zero fans are so uncivilized!”

The boy, lounging in a beanbag chair, suddenly sat up. Sunlight streamed through the window onto his milk-white, delicate face. Biting his pink lower lip, he typed “Zero Snow Palace” into the search bar, just about to press enter—

The round-headed AI robot on his nightstand suddenly lit up and, in a flat voice, announced, “Xia Tong, Zheng Linchuan is coming upstairs.”

Pouting, the boy quickly shut his laptop, stuffed it under the bed, unplugged the charging cable, and shoved it under his pillow. He grabbed a mini fan from his drawer and aimed it at the overheated power strip to cool it down.

Seconds later, a tall, suit-clad Alpha entered his room.

Zheng Linchuan, summoned by his parents’ repeated reminders, had remembered he was supposed to take Xia Tong to the hospital that day. Just moments ago, he’d had two scantily clad women on his lap—one unzipping his pants, the other in a heated kiss. Being told to come home was… highly inconvenient, to say the least.

Blasting the car’s air conditioning, Zheng Linchuan finally realized something: he hadn’t been home in three days, and Xia Tong hadn’t even called to check on him. Was he busy surfing the internet again?

In Xia Tong’s eyes, apparently Zheng Linchuan wasn’t even as attractive as an internet connection. Where was the gentle, beautiful, and obedient custom-made Omega he was promised? Zheng Linchuan, as an Alpha, felt his pride was wounded.

He didn’t allow Xia Tong to lock his bedroom door, so when he pushed it open, warm sunlight filled the loft. The beautiful Omega boy lay against the headboard with a thin blanket, holding a classic novel, looking as obedient as could be.

With a high-bridged nose, petal-like pale pink lips, and bright amber eyes, he resembled a gentle, innocent deer. His lashes were long and thick, casting subtle shadows with every blink. Indeed, as a top-tier Omega, Xia Tong was as fair-skinned and beautiful as advertised—no makeup or cosmetic surgery could compare. In this moment, Zheng Linchuan felt the massive sum he spent was worth it.

But Xia Tong was definitely not gentle.

Zheng Linchuan squinted as he entered the room, his gaze scanning the furniture critically. His tone was sharp: “Have you been watching that game again?”

The “game” he referred to was the highly popular holographic game The King’s Tomb. Xia Tong had only recently learned how to use the internet, but had fallen headfirst into the world of holographic esports. Of course, Zheng Linchuan wouldn’t allow him to play, so Xia Tong had to settle for watching videos. Even that, however, didn’t satisfy Zheng Linchuan.

Knowing how much Zheng Linchuan hated the game, Xia Tong shook his head quickly.

Zheng Linchuan checked the outlet’s temperature—it was cool. Xia Tong pretended to read, flipping a page calmly.

Suspicious but unable to find anything, Zheng Linchuan threw a jacket at him. “Get up. We’re going to the hospital.”

As technology rapidly advanced, so did human desires. Gene customization became a gray-market industry for the wealthy. Alphas with money and power spent fortunes selecting and cultivating either attractive or intelligent Omegas, often selecting already-born children to bring home as child brides.

Xia Tong was one of the most attractive, intelligent Omegas from his cohort, and Zheng Linchuan had chosen him to bring home. Zheng Linchuan, a few years older, had been drooling over his young Omega, waiting patiently until Xia Tong’s reproductive organs fully developed. But then came devastating news.

Normally, an Omega’s reproductive cavity would be fist-sized by puberty. Xia Tong’s, however, was barely the size of a soybean—a probable congenital malformation. This news hit the Zheng family like a thunderbolt, and from that moment on, Zheng Linchuan’s gaze became increasingly complicated. Still, the Zheng family was relentless, insisting on regular check-ups.

Xia Tong was unaware of the Zheng family’s machinations. They never consulted him on any decisions. He’d spent years as a caged bird in their home, confined to his loft, subsisting on “pregnancy-prep” meals designed by a nutritionist. His only friend was “Debon,” his AI assistant.

Xia Tong dressed in a light cardigan and jeans, looking fresh and youthful. He climbed into Zheng Linchuan’s car, fastened his seatbelt, and gazed silently out the window. Zheng Linchuan, somewhat placated by the presence of a beautiful Omega by his side, started the car without another word.

At the hospital, they were delayed by an ambulance, forcing Zheng Linchuan to angrily switch lanes. Xia Tong said nothing, pretending not to notice his frustration. When they finally parked, Zheng Linchuan hurried ahead, leaving Xia Tong trailing behind.

Inside the ER, the pungent smell nearly overwhelmed Xia Tong. The current model of suppression wristbands helped control Alpha and Omega pheromones in public, but the air was still thick with Alpha pheromones and blood, left from several injured Alphas being treated nearby.

Overcome, Xia Tong’s legs gave out as he collapsed, unable to stand. “Z-Zheng Linchuan…” he called out weakly, but Zheng Linchuan was nowhere in sight.

Suddenly, a steady, firm footstep approached him from the crowd. Before he could react, someone placed a mask over his mouth and nose, blocking the overwhelming smells. The mask’s elastic band was gently pulled over his ears, as a pair of warm, slightly rough fingers brushed his hair.

“You see that over there? That’s an Omega pheromone filter mask. Next time, remember to get one before coming to the hospital; they’re free,” a deep voice said calmly. The man’s arm gestured toward the corner of the room. “Unexpected incidents happen here often. If you forget, remind your family.”

Thanks to this kind stranger, Xia Tong now matched the other Omegas around him, each wearing a mask. With most of his face obscured, he managed a soft “Oh,” eyes wandering up.

Before him was the sharp, defined jawline of the man, whose Adam’s apple shifted slightly as he spoke. His features were clean-cut and almost statuesque, with sunglasses hiding his eyes. Xia Tong sensed the man looking at him, lingering a bit until the paging system called him toward the eye clinic.

“Number 15, Lin Mingfei, please proceed to Consultation Room 9.”

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