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Or maybe he had, and I’d been too distracted to notice. “Really bad.” She shook her head. “But the pack’s soldiers are strong enough to fight. Victory often came at a cost; many injured, many casualties. We don’t celebrate when one of us is hurt. And now Akira is dead; no more sorcery for healing.” Akira had healing powers? I’d never heard that before. How strong had Akira been, and what rank? “So you see… the arrival of the omega is a blessing to us.” She smiled at me as if laying out a gift.

A face straight out of a gothic perfume ad. Seren’s jaw dropped. “No way.” She spun toward the bed, heart thudding, brain racing. The fever. The ornate room. The reflection. The sheer moon-aesthetic of everything. “No. No, no, no. Don’t you dare tell me I transmigrated into that stupid book—” Her voice cut off when a glowing blue screen popped into existence in front of her eyes. [System Initialization…] [Welcome, Seren Nightwind. Role: Jealous Rival Omega.]

“That’s Mya Dean. Her name kind of rhymes with yours. She kept me company for the past five years after you left.” Mya walked over and extended her hand. “Hey, Gloria. My name’s Mya Dean, and it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a member of Wyvern Peak too. I used to be a soldier on the frontline but the war legate transferred me to Battle Warrior Lucas’ troop.” “Lucas? The cowardly Lucas Jenner?” Gloria muttered. “Lucas isn’t a coward anymore. He conquered his fears and is one of the battle warriors now. He has performed countless meritorious services to Wyvern Peak,” said Adrian smilingly.

Every student or teacher those monsters kill drains one Life Point from every player in the instance. We can’t just hide. If the NPCs die, we die with them. “We have to let them in!” The voice is young, strained. It’s Jax, the wiry rookie with the ‘Mirage’ Ability. He’s staring at a girl clawing at the glass. “We can’t just watch them die. It’s not right.” His idealism hangs in the air for a second before Luna ‘Spark’ Chen crosses the space and slaps him, hard. The crack echoes.

She couldn't understand sign language at all. I lowered my hands, pulled out my phone, and quickly typed a sentence. [I'm LeoWinter. The one whose ID has been linked with yours in the game.] My heartbeat quickened uncontrollably. Gaming was the one place where I could truly relax. And meeting AutumnWind had been the biggest reason I'd kept playing all these years. Would she be as excited as I was? Unable to stop myself, I looked toward Madison expectantly. But there was no excitement. No joy.

Another one waited in my pocket, just in case. Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead. Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it. Privately, it was something else entirely. Alpha Academy. An institution built to break wolves and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.

“I’m Zen. No family name, I cut all connections with them. My family now consist of Big brother Wind and big sister Sasha. My speciality is something different from everyone. I’ve never killed before and honestly, I wish for as little meaningless deaths in this game as possible. There is a way to clear this death game with as little casualties as possible. I believe we will be able to clear the VR dungeons faster than Guild Carnage can kill everyone because my special ability is the Gamer.” Silence. Nobody spoke. Behind Zen, Sasha and Liu Feng appeared proud. Akiko was expressionless as usual, but there was a glint in her eyes for those who looked closer. Yes, this was Zen the gamer - their

“I felt the academy shudder and every wolf on the lower floor go half-mad for three seconds. Yes.” “It wasn’t just the academy.” Maelik studied him more seriously now. “Tell me.” Theron turned back toward the railing, hands braced against the cold stone. Speaking it aloud made it more real, and he hated how much weight that gave the words. “When I touched her,” he said, “Ruin reacted.” Maelik’s expression lost the last of its dryness. “Reacted how?” Theron hesitated. No version of this sounded less impossible. “Not aggressively,” he said at last. “Not defensively. He…” His voice roughened in irritation. “He stilled.”

Aria wasn’t done. She looked directly into the camera. “Help me thank my teammates for the game we played. Help me tell them that I am sorry I deceived them into thinking I have advanced powers. I’m just an omega. Not a beta, not even a delta. Just an omega. I deceived all of you, by taking pills that make me stronger. I know they will find out anyway, so it’s better to tell them from the horse’s mouth.” I felt dizzy, like the world was spinning around me.

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.