The Perfectly Matched Pheromones Let Me Entangle You

Number: Ω-7749 Experimental subject omega's transformation into Alpha failed unexpectedly. The Viper Organization casually left him alone in an abandoned building, but he refused to close his eyes and leave. The strong will in his heart pulled him back from hell. When he woke up, what he smelled was not the smell of disinfectant, but the fishy-sweet smell of rust, mold and rainwater. The windows of the abandoned building had long been shattered, and the moonlight was like a dull knife, cutting diagonally into the broken body. He tried to move his fingers - the bones made a slight dislocation sound under the skin, which was not a sound that humans should make. The people from the Viper organization kicked him before leaving, like kicking away a dead dog. "Failure," the man sneered, "even the pheromones are useless, and keeping it is a waste of air." He lay on the concrete floor, feeling his body temperature drain away. The backlash of the failed transformation was raging inside his body. The omega's glands and Alpha's bones were fighting in the flesh and blood. Every heartbeat felt like someone was tearing his internal organs apart in the chest. But he just refused to close his eyes. Not because of fear of death. He had been in the Viper Organization for three years, and had seen too many "experimental subjects" stop breathing on the operating table, and had seen too many eyes closed forever under anesthesia. Death itself is not terrible. He just wasn't willing to give in. He was not willing to wait for death here after living for twenty-three years. He was not willing to close his eyes in this abandoned floor before meeting his grandma. He also wanted to hear her grandma call his name instead of the number in the Viper file: Ω-7749. Unwilling to accept the liquids injected into the blood vessels, the scalpels used to cut the flesh, and the data recorded in the observation logs, they turned into a series of meaningless failure records with his death. He has to live. Even if he lives like a wild dog. This thought was like a red-hot iron wire that suddenly penetrated his chaotic consciousness. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his pupils shrank into needlepoints in the darkness - that was the characteristic of Alpha, but his glands were secreting omega pheromones, and two completely opposite physiological signals were fighting crazily at the nerve endings. Pain. Pain like never before. But he started crawling. The nails scraped on the concrete floor with a harsh sound, and the ten fingers were soon bloody and bloody. He dragged the collapsing body and moved inch by inch towards the corner - there was a pool of rainwater accumulated the night before. It was turbid and green with moss, but it might be his only chance of survival at the moment. He leaned down and licked the dirty water like an animal. The moment the water slid down his throat, he vomited violently. The modified digestive system rejected all foreign substances, and the stomach pouch spasmed to squeeze out the bile. But he stopped, waited for the spasm to pass, then licked, spit, and licked again. The third time, the water finally stayed in the stomach. He sat up against the wall and took a serious look at the abandoned building for the first time. On the third floor, the steel bars were exposed and half of the staircase collapsed. There was faded graffiti on the walls, and some kid had drawn a crooked bird in red spray paint. Bird. He stared at the bird for a long time. The Viper Organization's base was underground and never saw the light of day all year round. He had forgotten what color the sky was. "... Fly." He opened his mouth, a hoarse sound coming from his throat. This was the first time he spoke in the three years since he was captured as a test subject. His vocal cords were like rusty hinges, rubbing out broken syllables. … Demining: This article is a failed experiment from O to A, but it is more A-oriented. During the susceptible period, the two pheromones with a high matching degree, whether Alpha, Omega or Beta, will subconsciously approach the other one with a high matching degree. Feeling is the love brain. Attack is only interested in feeling. I feel cute wherever I look at you. Purpose: Blade of the Empire