In the vast galaxy, your life and mine are all the most inconspicuous dust.
Since they are all dust, why are there distinctions between high and low, high and low?
What I hate is not Alpha or Omega. What I hate is this world that distinguishes "us" from "you".
"There are several versions circulating among the stars about the encounter between Sheikh Fangdi and Yan Schumel, but the real situation has long been buried in the graves of insiders as time goes by. What we can know now is the most reasonable account extracted by the author from stories that are passed down orally and are difficult to tell whether they are true or false."
——"The Anecdotes of Quadrant"
So this is a story about Beta hating Alpha so they can't fall in love →_→
The background is fictitious, and the story is a whim one day. There is no research, and it is all improvised. So if you have any questions, feel free to ask them, because there are bound to be problems.
PS: The author is face-blind and is not good at describing characters, so for the sake of simplicity, there are basically no human races in this worldview except two hands, two feet and one head, eh. It's all about convenience, convenience.
I've been very busy lately, so it's hard to guarantee the update time, but I guarantee it won't be a problem.
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