Chapter 01
I woke up to find myself reincarnated as a character in a dark and mature BL novel.
One of the key themes of this novel was the Omegaverse.
In this world, everyone was categorized into three types: Alphas, who emit pheromones; Omegas, who are sensitive to pheromones; and Betas, like me, who cannot smell or produce pheromones.
Pheromones in this world hold emotional power and were even used to find one’s destined partner.
But the Omegaverse BL novel I read before my death was… unique.
In the world of the BL novel I read before dying, something strange happened. All the Omegas died from a contagious disease called “Omega Fever.” Anyone born as an Omega would die within a few days after showing signs of the disease, and no cure has been found.
Now, only Alphas, desperate to catch a whiff of the lost Omega scent, and Betas, unable to understand that obsession, remain in this world.
“Sonia, don’t you smell something nice?”
My roommate, Ellie, sniffed the air with a curious expression. I mimicked her and sniffed too.
All I smelled were freshly laundered sheets and old wood.
“What smell?”
“Something sweet, like candy. Or maybe cookies?”
Ellie had tricked me into revealing my hidden snacks once before.
Not this time.
“Stop fishing for snacks. I don’t have any hidden, okay?”
“Cheh.”
“Get up already. We need to go for morning prayers.”
I’ve been training to be a priest for seven years now. At 20 years old, I was preparing for my final priesthood examination.
While I was full of enthusiasm, Ellie was clinging to her blanket and mumbling.
“Yaaawn. Sonia, do you actually like praying?”
“Yes.”
“Seriously? Isn’t it boring?”
“Not at all.”
Ellie gave me an incredulous look.
Of course, I loved it.
Attending morning prayers regularly earned me extra promotion points.
Collecting those points was my motivation.
‘If I keep this up, I’ll become a high priest in no time!’
If I was going to live as a priest, why not aim for the top?
Being a high priest meant I could travel under the guise of pilgrimages.
( Pilgrimages: A journey to a sacred place for religious or spiritual reasons.)
It also came with a generous allowance, which I could use to explore great restaurants.
While I was pumped up with determination, Ellie just shrugged indifferently.
“What’s the point of trying? My points are already ruined.”
She buried herself back under the blanket.
“Are you skipping again today?”
“Mmh. Morning prayers make me tired all day…”
“Fine. I’ll go alone. Join when you’re up.”
“Mm, okay…”
I put on my priest necklace, a symbol of my role, and headed to the prayer room.
The prayer room was empty. I was the first one there.
I made sure to arrive early to pray.
The more devout you were, the more bonus points you earned.
I didn’t want to lose that first prayer slot to anyone else.
Sometimes, despite my efforts, another priest would snatch it away.
‘They say His Holiness has never missed the first prayer slot.’
Rumor had it that the High Priest completed ten years of training in just three years and never missed a morning prayer.
Perhaps it was his devotion that gave him unmatched divine power.
I clasped my hands together and began my prayer.
“Oh, Magnus, the supreme deity, please continue to watch over this world and guide the holy kingdom.”
The stronger Magnus’s divine presence, the more powerful I, as a priest, became.
‘So, you must remain the supreme deity forever!’
I prayed fervently, with a little selfishness sprinkled in.
A warm sensation spread near my chest, as if the deity had acknowledged my prayer.
I intended to keep praying until morning prayer time ended.
But then—
Creak. The door to the prayer room opened.
It was about time for the other priests to start trickling in.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed, along with the swish of priestly robes.
“You.”
A low, dry voice cut through the silence, and I opened my eyes.
He had platinum blonde hair, eyes as red as fire, and a sharp jawline that seemed sculpted by a master artist.
His noble presence radiated perfection.
But what stood out most was his outfit.
White robes with golden embellishments, and a golden sash embroidered with a royal insignia—this was none other than…
“Y-Your Holiness?”
The ruler of the Magnus Holy Kingdom, High Priest Cassius Seirand Magnus.
Cassius approached slowly, exuding the presence of a top predator.
‘Danger!’
Meeting his crimson gaze sent a shiver down my spine.
I didn’t know why, but I felt as if Cassius might sink his teeth into my neck at any moment.
Before I could move, his large hand reached out, brushing through my hair.
“You smell nice.”
His breath brushed against my neck, and he whispered in my ear.
“Are you… an Omega?”
I died in a fire.
They say burns are one of the worst pains imaginable.
Thankfully, I suffocated from the smoke before the flames could consume me.
Though my death was tragic, I had no regrets.
Born into a poor family, my life had been nothing but hardship.
When I reincarnated, I was overjoyed.
I was reborn as the daughter of Count Theodore, the captain of the Imperial Knights!
With silvery hair and golden-green eyes inherited from my stunning parents, I had everything—wealth, beauty, and status.
My massive estate and countless servants left me in awe.
I clenched my fists in excitement.
‘This life will be golden!’
I was finally free from the hardships of my past life, where I had to divide a single pack of ramen into three meals.
But my happiness didn’t last long.
“A mysterious fever is spreading across the southern empire.”
“It’s mild and non-lethal. Even children recover easily.”
“An Omega who recovered from the fever has died suddenly.”
“The fever has been renamed ‘Omega Plague.’”
“The last Omega has passed away.”
This all happened within six months.
I realized the world I’d been reincarnated into was an Omegaverse.
But an Omegaverse without Omegas? It felt incomplete, like a bun without filling.
‘This sounds familiar…’
Oh no. Could it be that novel?
The dark BL novel The Predator’s Domain.
I remembered it because of its unique setting—a world without Omegas.
The moment I realized it, unease gripped me.
“Lancelot, you have the scent of an Omega.”
The main character, who was tormented by obsessive Alphas, was named Lancelot Theodore.
And my name? Sonia Theodore.
Surely, this couldn’t be the same family.
But when my newborn brother was named Lancelot, I knew fate had sealed my doom.
In this world where Omegas were extinct, Lancelot’s faint Omega scent drove Alphas insane.
Even rational Alphas lost their minds around him.
Obsessed with the last trace of Omegas, they targeted Lancelot relentlessly.
Refusing to yield, they shattered his mind and spirit.
They even used me, his sister, as a pawn, killing me horrifically in front of him.
Then they went after our parents. Finally, they burned our mansion to the ground—all before Lancelot’s eyes.
Not even our father, a skilled swordsman and knight commander, could stop them.
After all, his enemies were:
The Empire’s Crown Prince, a sword master.
The Tower Master, a brilliant alchemist.
The Grand Duke of the North, leader of a shadowy assassination guild.
‘How could anyone survive this?’
Knowing the future didn’t mean there was a solution.
But I wasn’t about to let myself get killed by those crazy Alpha guys without a fight.
“There must be a way to survive,” I told myself.
There had to be a way to protect my innocent little brother and my family.
And that’s how I came to decide to join the Magnus Holy Kingdom as a priest.
“Are you… an Omega?”
I was just a low-ranking trainee priest, the lowest of the low, so I was never supposed to meet the High Priest Cassius.
This was my first time seeing him in person.
I’d heard the rumors about his unreal beauty, but still…
“Even his voice is divine,” I thought, almost moved to praise the god Magnus for creating such an extraordinary being.
If this encounter was just luck for a diligent trainee priest like me, I might’ve knelt down and prayed right there.
But no.
“What are you talking about? I’m a Beta.”
If I had been an Omega, I’d have caught the fever and died by now.
The fact that I was standing here alive was proof I wasn’t an Omega.
Cassius tilted his head, clearly not satisfied with my answer.
He stepped closer, so close that I could hear his heartbeat.
“Strange,” he said, his voice calm but unnerving. “This is the scent of an Omega’s pheromones.”
His hand gently but firmly gripped the back of my neck, and his crimson eyes locked onto mine.
Red. The color of a warning.
His red eyes were filled with warning.
I could feel my instincts scream: Don’t get involved with him.
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