In the vast galaxy, you and I are both the most insignificant specks of dust.
If we're both dust, why should there be a hierarchy, a distinction between noble and lowly?
It's not Alpha or Omega that I hate. I hate a world that divides "us" from "you."
"Several versions of the meeting between Xie He Fangdi and Yan Shumiller have circulated among the stars. The truth, however, was buried long ago in the graves of those who knew, carried away by the passing years. All we know today is the most plausible account, pieced together by the author from stories passed by word of mouth, whose truth is impossible to verify."
- Tales of the Quadrants
So this is a story about a Beta who hates Alphas and therefore can't fall in love with one →_→
The setting is fictional. The story came from a sudden idea one day, and has not been researched at all. Everything was improvised, so feel free to point out any issues. There are definitely issues.
P.S. The author has face blindness and isn't good at describing people, so for convenience, there are basically no other races in this world besides those with two arms, two legs, and one head. Yeah. It's all for convenience.
I've been busy in real life lately, so I can't promise regular updates, but I promise I won't abandon the story.
Completed works:
Is Sheikh a yellow race?
It's been a long time no see. Favorite author. I just saw that you wrote another article.