[Second-Person Reader Insert / ABO / Transmigration into a Game / Mildly Coercive Romance / System / Secret-Identity Power Fantasy]
You transmigrate.
The good news: You have a max-level character in this game.
The bad news: It’s an ABO fanfic world based on the original game.
You feel as if thunder is rumbling through your mind. You can’t imagine who would like this world other than fujoshi.
You’re also bound to a System: [Imbalance in the world’s fate detected. The world is in chaos. Player intervention is now required to save it.]
You: What do you mean? You want me to save the world?
System: [That’s right.]
Then you open your eyes and find yourself tied to a chair. You look up at the man in front of you as he parts his lips and speaks like he’s reciting scripture.
“Have you ever felt that this world has treated you unfairly?
There are two chances to determine a person’s fate: the bed they’re born in, and the moment their secondary gender is fixed at sixteen.
Wealth, power, secondary gender: they can all determine whether you’re accepted or rejected, and what social class you can reach.”
This scientist claims to be your brother, your summoner, your creator. He tells you that his grand plan needs your help: he needs you to gather the “blood, sweat, and tears” of those chosen by fate for his experiments.
Sounds difficult, doesn’t it? For you, it’s practically impossible.
Wealth and power are mostly held by the two scarce secondary genders, Alphas and Omegas. They’re elites in every field, and they’re even drawn to each other by their compatibility. The catch is, you’re just an utterly ordinary female Beta.
You’ll have to do whatever it takes.
