I Marked My Mortal Enemy as My Omega - Chapter 2

The dorm had an independent bathroom and balcony, with beds above desks—spacious enough. Though not as comfortable as home, it would suffice.

Sheng Yu never considered herself pampered. She found her spot, quietly memorizing her roommates’ names. Few seniors remained undifferentiated, so filling even a few dorms was difficult. Most students in this building were freshmen and sophomores.

After organizing her belongings, her three roommates finally arrived. They exchanged brief greetings before going through the motions.

Sheng Yu grabbed her things and headed to the bathroom. Half an hour later, she emerged and climbed straight into bed. Lying there, she stared at the ceiling and yawned.

“Sheng Yu, are you joining us for dinner tonight?” one of the girls asked.

Sheng Yu recognized the voice as belonging to the livelier one among them—Bai Ying, if she remembered correctly.

“Sure,” Sheng Yu replied.

“I heard about you back in freshman year,” Bai Ying said, placing a box of milk on Sheng Yu’s desk before distributing some to the others. “Seeing you today, you really are as pretty as they say.”

“Thanks.”

“I wonder when I’ll finally differentiate,” another girl sighed. “Did you all unpack already? It’d be such a hassle to move dorms if we differentiate after just a couple of days.”

“True, but I’ve already unpacked,” Bai Ying said. “Sheng Yu, did you take everything out?”

“Yeah,” Sheng Yu yawned again. “There are usually signs half a month before differentiation. Since I don’t feel anything yet, I’ll probably stay here a while longer. Might as well settle in properly.”

“I heard the process is rough when you become an Alpha or Omega,” the third girl remarked.

“Not sure. But I’m definitely going to be a Beta,” Sheng Yu said, yawning once more.

The others laughed, exchanging glances.

Sheng Yu turned toward the wall, tugging at her bedsheet.

She had to be a Beta. Even if she wasn’t, she would force herself to be.

Classes wouldn’t start until tomorrow, so today was reserved for settling in. Many students wandered around campus, most of them former No. 1 High School attendees.

Sheng Yu had no interest in exploring. Though she’d agreed to eat with her roommates, they ended up touring the school, leaving her to head to the cafeteria alone.

She stood in front of the campus map for a long time.

“Sheng Yu, where are you headed? I can show you around,” someone passing by offered.

“Thanks, but no need,” Sheng Yu smiled. “I’m just looking at the map.”

“Alright,” the person replied, sounding a little disappointed.

On her way to the cafeteria, Sheng Yu took a detour along the school’s perimeter.

The campus was enclosed by an ordinary iron fence, roughly 1.8 meters tall. Sheng Yu studied it for a moment, mentally calculating—just two steps would be enough.

No. 13 High’s cafeteria had decent food and a wide variety of dishes. This alone silenced many complaints, especially since No. 1 High’s cafeteria had been notoriously inedible.

After circling the options, Sheng Yu bought a bowl of noodles and sat in a quiet corner. When she looked up, she noticed a girl sitting alone in another secluded spot.

The other person had bought a set meal and was eating with such refined elegance that she stood out conspicuously among the ravenous diners around her. Clearly, she was a young lady from some aristocratic family—though it was surprising to see such nobility riding on their plebeian spacecraft.

What a coincidence—running into her four times in a single day.

Sheng Yu twirled her noodles around her chopsticks, gauging the perfect bite-sized portion before stuffing it into her mouth. When she looked up again, she caught the girl slightly furrowing her brows, her expression tinged with disdain, before picking up her tray and walking away.

“Tch.” Sheng Yu took a sip of her soup.

Gender differentiation in the Empire had only emerged five hundred years ago. Before that, the Empire recognized just two genders, unlike the current six. The change came after repeated defeats in wars against the Alliance, prompting radical factions to push forward the so-called “Genetic Modification Project.”

Around the same time, a secret faction within the Alliance had also initiated their own “Genetic Modification Project,” but due to widespread opposition to such experiments, their efforts were ultimately abandoned.

When the Empire’s project came to light, the ruling class didn’t oppose it—instead, they fervently promoted it, making a starkly different choice from the Alliance. Nowadays, when Sheng Yu looked up historical records, she found almost no criticism of the project. But anyone with half a brain could imagine how horrifying those experiments must have been.

Far from making everyone stronger, the “Genetic Modification Project,” in Sheng Yu’s view, merely filtered out a batch of individuals better suited to be war machines.

After the mass modifications, Alphas and most Betas lost the ability to conceive. The minority—Omegas, who retained fertility—became the Empire’s most heavily protected demographic, enjoying generous social benefits.

But Sheng Yu felt no envy. She had read through those benefits—every single one was designed to make Omegas more willing to bear children. For those born into ordinary families, pregnancy was practically the only viable path to a better life.

The introduction of Alpha-Omega classifications only deepened the existing social stratification.

Alongside the old aristocracy, who had already amassed wealth and influence, a new class of “nobility” emerged.

These “new nobles” climbed the social ladder by participating in the Empire’s wars. Initially, they were mostly S-rank or A-rank Alphas. Over centuries, they consolidated their status by marrying S-rank or A-rank Omegas to ensure their bloodlines produced “superior Alphas.” Nowadays, the chances of an S-rank Alpha being born into an ordinary family had drastically diminished.

Sheng Yu harbored no goodwill toward these nobles—whether “new” or “old.” Thirteenth High School was widely regarded as a covert breeding ground for the elite, with a far higher concentration of nobility than other schools. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many A-rank Alphas here. Sheng Yu guessed that among the nine A-ranks, apart from Liao Keke, the rest probably came from privileged backgrounds.

She finished her noodles cleanly, wiped her hands, and left the table.

On her way back to the dorm, Sheng Yu detoured to a fruit stand to buy some snacks. Along the way, yet another person asked for her contact information. She sighed inwardly—being this attractive was nothing but trouble. Next time, she resolved to wear a mask when going out.

When Sheng Yu arrived at the dorm, the three roommates were huddled together discussing something. Seeing Sheng Yu return, Bai Ying turned her head and greeted him: “The student union just came by to collect our light computers.”

“Ah?” Sheng Yu froze for a moment. “Why are they collecting light computers?”

“That’s just how our school is,” Zhang Yunsu explained. “They’ll return them on Saturdays and Sundays.”