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[The outline is complete, I will never give up, thank you for accompanying me.
As soon as you open your eyes, you forget your name, relatives, friends and even your gender. In the state of "who am I, where am I and what do I want to do", you obtain unparalleled assets and extremely noble status. Wealth, knights and castles are all available, and the economy, military and technology are booming.
You lay down peacefully and fell asleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I realized that these good things were just shells. The huge power was emptied by others. The planet, from its resources to its people, was rounded and flattened. The flesh and blood differentiated into omegas were randomly crushed into the cornerstones of the stairs. The powerful and powerful lay on this golden red carpet woven with sorrow of human bones.
You sit up in shock. Fortunately, you are an alpha.
You are wary of danger and cannot accept such a world. You feel that you should do something. You try to get rid of the identity of a puppet. By chance, you get an omega. Perhaps this way can be used to test the bottom line, convey messages, confuse opponents, and shape your character.
You had no intention of marking him or torturing him, but you underestimated the poor omega's biological instinct of needing to be comforted by the alpha, and that night he went into heat in your room. You quickly tell yourself that you must curb your physical impulses. You can give him a temporary mark, but you cannot casually establish deeper connections with others.
Actually, you are worrying too much.
Because you were wrapped in his scent and almost spit out your internal organs.
After realizing it, you stepped back on your hands and feet, leaning slumped on the sofa and wishing you could light a cigar. You didn't dare to sit up on the count's 500-square-meter big bed.
Same-sex pheromones are extremely repulsive to each other.
Damn it, you are actually a fucking omega.
If I remember correctly, O who pretends to be A will die.
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You are a top killer who is good at pretending to be ruthless. You have nailed the world to the Book of Atonement. You "righteously" believe that all alphas who oppress omegas deserve to die. However, the huge physiological gap dramatically makes you can only kill them in the spring night.
Living on the edge of gray, you only regard omegas as the same species. You silently endure the frequent passing of your kind in unimaginable tragic ways.
The dark and twisted lines of authority in this world slowly converged and pointed towards the alpha in the center of the high seat of the Earl's castle.
Years of silence have nurtured your determination, which was already filled with rage and obsession. You prepared, gathered momentum, and thought carefully, and you were finally able to get close to him and confuse him.
You made a mistake. He is calm, not susceptible, and has not marked you. You are not sure of killing him with one blow. The subsequent interactions with you made you feel absurdly that he seemed different... But then he turned around and gave you to someone else without any attachment. You no longer had expectations for the despicable gender of alpha, and the killer's knife tip was already thirsty for blood.
You are sure that he must not be able to do it. He has physical defects and psychological distortion, and then becomes a psychopath. You persevered and saw the slightest, and you were extremely smart, and you calculated exactly which ship he would use to escape if he lost control.
There is a sharp and exquisite blade hidden in your palm. You run silently and quickly. After counting down the steps, you turn your head and see how the alpha is going to grab his hair and slit his throat, forcing this abnormal world to pause.
But when you turn the corner, you only see a figure lying on the ground, too thin to get up from the pain, a figure reduced to a skeleton. The faint smell of blood dissipated in the air, and you were so disgusted by the strange and unfamiliar smell that you almost vomited on the spot.
Your reaction is embarrassing, and your heart is shocked, because you know:
That is an omega, the "kind" you protect day and night.
The face that rises sharply from the long blood-stained hair is the outline that you want to pierce day and night.
Your knife suddenly becomes unsteady.
1. Also known as "Lifting the Skirt of an Alpha"
2. Both of them are omegas. If you don't tear them down, you won't rebel. The earl is the one who accepts them.
3. Dystopia, micro-Platon.
4. A neurotic pretends to be a normal person × a normal person pretends to be a psychopath.
5. There are too many thunders to avoid, so enter with caution. If you don't give birth to children, other thunders you can think of may appear.
6. Let yourself write freely.
Intention: All living beings are equal.
