Novel & Cerita Neet Receives A Dating Sim System

It was very late that evening and Sage had just finished his training with Fennick when the rain started pouring out heavily. They both rushed out of the field and made their way into the Pack's house. Once they were in, Sage turned to Fennick. “Have dinner with us,” he proposed and he nodded as they both trotted towards the Pack dining room. Aurora has already mind linked him to invite him as she has prepared enough.

“Miss Nevena! How do we get in?” “I will just look around for the buzzer”. Glancing around, there was no visible speaker. No doorbell. No intercom. Just a matte black pedestal rising from the desert floor, with a narrow, horizontal slit of light blinking—No buttons. Nevena tried waving her hand but got no interaction. “Here we go.” she exhaled slowly. Junior stepped forward and bent slightly, eyeing the light. “Do we have to smile? Retina scan? Blood sample?”

The air hummed with faint digital static. Cole stood nearby, frozen in disbelief. “What the hell—” “It’s a reconstruction,” Damian said, stepping beside Eli. His voice echoed faintly, as if bouncing through invisible walls. “We’re in Carter’s simulation.” Eli turned. “How did he pull us in?” “Neural interference,” Damian said. “The signal hit the relay’s core—our minds were synced through the EM field. He’s using us as processors.” Cole’s eyes widened. “You mean we’re part of his network now?”

Our problem now is that the suppressant that Knight uses every time his rut comes will have no effect because he already has an omega or so-called mate, and that's you. “You mean I’m his omega from now on?” “Yes, because you marked him.” He simply replies to my question as if nothing wrong is happening. “From now on you need to imitate how omegas take good care their alpha.” He jokingly said. I don’t know if I’ll be happy because the mark is only temporary or annoyed because of what the doctor said. Why do I need to imitate the demeanor of a normal omega! “From now on, act my mate.” Knight stood up from his seat and approached me with his arms crossed. “Take responsible to your action, don’t

Substitution simulation commencing. The crowd gasped as my mother froze mid-breath, her body turning stiff and lifeless. All eyes turned to the giant screen, now displaying a simulation. The audience grew increasingly curious, all wondering what kind of life my mom would have had if she were me. In the simulation, a baby girl was born—a replica of me in appearance and physique. The system identified her as "Subject One." She would relive my exact life circumstances, but her goals and decisions would be driven by my mother's consciousness, stripped down to focus on academics and filial duty.