The Pretty Female Alpha of the Lower City [BG]

Among all the faces shaped by the blending of the Federation's many peoples, her face was a classical rose laid across the street, its subtle fragrance drifting through the air.

As a B-level omega, he was never worthy of an S-level female alpha like her. But the luxury car traveling from the Upper District to the Lower District carried the weight of power, gleaming and untouchable. Whether he was sneaking away to meet a lover who didn't match his status, or taking her out of the slums to celebrate her birthday, the journey was always smooth. Inside the car lay dark desire, dark love.

The reborn B-level omega was doted on by his family. When an elder jokingly asked him a question in childhood, his heart pounding, he looked up at the powerful relative before him.

In a small, vile voice, he said, "No. I don't want lowborn people coming to our school."

And so he cut off the path the female alpha in the original story would have taken to climb out of the mire, destroying the bright, unreachable future she had been striving toward.

From that moment on,

he no longer had to kneel and beg for love, or exhaust himself trying to get close to her.

But fate's gifts have always come stained with blood. When the time came for enrollment, the omega, now the sweethearts of the Lower District's female alpha, came to his senses.

And discovered in terror that the special places at the aristocratic academy, the only path for the Lower District's poor to rise, had vanished. In their place was an even crueler live-streamed arena game.

The winners were granted no power at all.

If they survived and became popular, they had to keep appearing on reality shows implanted with false memories, and could not refuse the sentimental romance scenes deliberately written into the games.

The only reward for winning bloody fights was becoming something to watch and play with. And in the very year she should have enrolled, his female alpha lover was chosen as one of the Lower District's contestants.

*

When I was rehired into this ABO world for a second time, the Lower District was swelteringly hot.

A huge ferryboat came rumbling in. On its deck, the Upper District's aristocrats set up their easels and gazed from afar at the destitute lowborn begging along the shore, painting their suffering as a spectacle.

The System complained that the gentle reforms last time had been completely useless.

It would have been better to tear this filthy place apart with violence and rebuild it all.

I thought quietly for a long time.

Until I met the omega I'd once felt a little drawn to. He'd sneaked into the chaotic poor district and kissed me outside an open-air cinema at night. Then, biting his bloodstained lip, he'd said that he couldn't be with me openly, but would always belong to me.

It wasn't until I was chosen as a female alpha to participate in that bloody gland-level game, and saw the people from the Upper District who had once followed and admired me, betraying their own class, displaying boundless madness in the livestream comments,

that I lowered my eyes and stopped thinking.

I quickly assembled the scattered firearms.

And answered the System calmly: I don't think so.

Amid the surveillance cameras spinning through the air, the malice praying to be captured, and the moonlight beneath the dense forest canopy, I told the System: I don't think so.

Even though I'd lost the power, status, and position I'd had in my previous life; even though my faint fantasies about love had vanished, and the friends I'd made across class lines had all left, I still didn't think this world was filthy.

Only rotten people were filthy.

The world itself remained unswayably beautiful.

*

The gun was loaded.

Behind the scope, my gaze crossed the danger zone.

Through the semi-holographic screen, whether they were from the Upper District or the Lower District,

anyone who found themselves holding their breath and gazing, entranced, into those pure black eyes would wonder: could the moon be a black lily? Was the fragrance of its radiant light laced with poison, and was it also...

A drug capable of overturning all order.

■ Content warnings:

* A low-stakes academy power fantasy turns into a dark, sensual power fantasy.

* The omega in the blurb is not the official love interest.

* Includes violent conflict, subconscious reality shows, and explicit romance reality-show scenes.

* The good news is, we brought the moon down. The bad news is, you're not the only madman trying to fish it out of the water. Besides, when the moon falls, the ground becomes a new night sky where she hangs high, turning heaven and earth upside down.

[Blurb screenshot saved on 2025.9.5]

Theme: The butterfly effect.