Chapter 285

Daphne

That scent...it’s too sweet.

Like syrup and heat and something underneath, something that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

I blink my eyes open.

Light stabs through my skull. Pulsing music. Bodies moving, sweating, too close. A club.

Something is very, very wrong.

I stand up. My legs feel too long. The floor tilts.

I push through the crowd, shoulders brushing mine, someone grabbing my arm. I shove them off without looking.

Bathroom.

No.

My hands are shaking. I fumble with my belt, my fingers clumsy and thick. I pull my pants down just enough to see.

And there, where there should be nothing but softness, a curve I know, a part of me—

There’s a dick.

My vision tunnels. The sweet smell floods my senses, and everything goes black.

*

[Host.]

A voice. Distant. Metallic.

[Host.]

[Host, wake up.]

I drag my eyes open. The world is a blur of tile and neon light. Above me, a purple orb floats, pulsing softly.

"System?" My voice is rough, too deep. "Thank heavens. I just had this... nightmare. That I had... male genitals."

I let out a weak, shaky laugh. Just a dream. A bad club, too much to drink, a weird panic attack.

Then I look down.

My pants are still open.

And it’s still there.

I don’t even make a sound this time.

The world just winks out again.

*

The cold night air bites at my face, but it’s the only thing keeping me from screaming.

I walk, hands shoved deep in my pockets, eyes fixed straight ahead.

"System," I say, voice too loud in the quiet street. "Why the fuck do I have a dick?"

A couple walking past glance over. Their eyes slide off me—just another drunk, rambling into the night.

I look down at myself.

My face is still mine. My hair, my eyes. My body is still lean, subtle muscle. I still have my fucking boobs—small, but there.

But I’m taller. My shoulders are broader. My hands are bigger, veins running along the back.

And between my legs...

"Why," I whisper, "oh why, do I have a fucking dick."

My chest tightens.

I can’t do this.

"I don’t think we can do this world," I say, voice flat.

The purple orb flickers beside me, stubborn, silent.

[A mission in progress cannot be stopped.]

"You can’t possibly expect me to live like this!" I yell, turning on it.

[Host, calm down—]

"Calm down?"

My voice drops low. Dangerous.

"Calm down?"

"Oh, sure. I can do that. Let me just calm down. Let me just take a deep breath and accept that instead of my own body—I now have a fucking dick where my vagina used to be!"

My words rip through the quiet street. A window slides shut somewhere nearby. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"YOU THINK I CAN FUCKING CALM DOWN?!" I roar, my voice cracking with rage and raw, wounded panic. "I HAVE A COCK, SYSTEM! A PENIS! BETWEEN MY LEGS!"

*

The white hospital ceiling stares back at me, bland and silent, unfortunately I am still in this world.

Memories of this world, fill my mind there are three sub genders, on top of the two genders; alpha, beta and omega. Betas are normal people...the problem is with the alpha and omega.

Omega’s can get pregnant regardless of gender.

Alpha’s can make someone pregnant regardless of gender.

Well. That explains the fucking dick.

This world centers around an omega male named Elliot Wallace. Who has five fated mates. Five.

Another absolutely fun thing about this world, fated mates, that are genetically compatible alpha-omega pairs. Key word: Pairs. So why does this man have five?

Ofcourse the alphas are affluent men with power and authority, because why not? There’s a CEO, a mayor, a doctor, a Mafia boss and another CEO.

According to the original plotline, 8 years after they all decided to be with their omega, in a big huge happily ever after. The mayor is assassinated.

His political family blames the mafia.

The mafia doesn’t back down.

CEO number one sees this as a chance to get rid of another competitor, adds fuel to the fire.Martial Law. Fighting in the streets the military vs gang members.

The doctor flees to his home country with the omega, surprise surprise, he comes from a literal dynasty there. He gets targetted put into a coma, his family is not happy.

The bane of modern world, missiles. Nuclear missiles start flying, because it’s now an international conflict.

The world was literally set on fire.

And Elliot? He escaped to a tiny, neutral nation with the last Alpha standing and lived out his days in blissful ignorance while civilization crumbled.

I lay there, utterly dumbfounded. My last few functioning brain cells felt like they were committing suicide one by one.

Why? Why would he let it get that far? Weren’t these his lovers?

All of it—the war, the death, the collapse—could have been avoided if he had just chosen one man and let the others move on. But no. He wanted the adoration, the obsession, the security of all five.

I feel my brain cells deteriorating in real time. All of this could have been avoided if he chose one man, and the rest went their own way.

I sigh again.

I look around. At least it’s a modern world?

"Daphne Han? You were brought in after being found unconscious on the street last night." A nurse says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

The nurse proceeds to lecture me about careless drinking and how dangerous it is. I stare blankly at the wall as her words wash over me, a stern river of concern and mild annoyance. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity of bureaucratic beeping and rustling papers, I am discharged.

Following the directions given by the system I find myself at a fancy apartment in a high rise, turns out I’m from money in this world. That’s a plus.