I Woke Up and Became an Alpha (GL) - Chapter 1
Help! What do I do if I transmigrate to another world?!
Song Yuran stared intently at the text she had just sent. Her gold-rimmed, clear glasses reflected the forum interface.
The post’s title blared: I Transmigrated.
One minute…
Two minutes…
As she waited for replies, her beautiful eyebrows involuntarily furrowed. The hand gripping the mouse had clearly defined knuckles, revealing the blue veins beneath her skin, betraying the owner’s current nervousness.
New Message +1
1st Floor, Qing Shan Psychiatric Hospital Attending Physician: Hello.
2nd Floor, Free-Spirited Goofball Netizen: (OP), have humans gone extinct in the year 2333?
3rd Floor, Grumpy Netizen: (OP), you seem to have a serious illness.
Song Yuran’s taut body instantly sagged upon seeing the forum replies. The mental preparation she had just built up collapsed with it.
Sure enough, no one would believe such nonsense as transmigration.
But…
Song Yuran’s hand trembled as she picked up her ID card. Below “Song Yuran” on the card, her gender was—Alpha!
Who the hell would believe that?!
It took Song Yuran, a modern person, almost three days to digest the fact that she had transmigrated into an ABO world.
She looked up at the incandescent light on the ceiling. After three days of processing, everything around her had gone from unfamiliar to familiar.
The forum thread started recommending reliable brain doctors to the OP. Song Yuran wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, closed the thread, and opened a new search tab.
Alphas are a gender with two sets of organs, generally over 170cm tall, and unconsciously release pheromones when their emotions fluctuate greatly, intimidating other Alphas and Omegas with weaker mental strength.
Omegas are typically more slender and have only one set of organs, while Betas are ordinary people, insensitive to pheromones, some even unable to smell them.
After finding this information, Song Yuran, who had only known men and women for 26 years, struggled to accept this setting.
She reached out and touched two important areas on her body, confirming for the umpteenth time that her body was no different from a modern person’s; she did not have the so-called two sets of organs of a female Alpha.
“Phew…” Song Yuran couldn’t help but sigh in relief. She turned off her computer screen, took off her glasses, and stood up, walking to the full-length mirror.
The beautiful woman in the mirror, clad in a thin nightgown, couldn’t hide her slender, graceful figure. What should be prominent was prominent, what should be curvy was curvy, adding a touch of allure compared to those Alphas.
Her medium-length brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few playful strands falling forward. Her beautiful eyes gazed unblinkingly at herself in the mirror.
Her thin lips curved slightly. Song Yuran swayed her hips, raising a hand to consciously sweep her hair back, displaying a fiery S-shaped curve.
“Oh my god, I’m so beautiful.”
Her self-adoration wouldn’t diminish even in another world.
The optimistic Song Yuran decided to take things as they came. Looking at the small sum of money in her bank account, she decided to go to work.
This world wasn’t as bizarre as the ABO worlds in novels. There were no light ships that could traverse the cosmos, and humans hadn’t conquered other planets.
People ate three meals a day, worked hard every morning for their livelihoods, only hoping to survive in a fiercely competitive world.
Just like her, she was still a worker bee.
In her modern world, Song Yuran was a designer. Her job involved daily overtime to revise drawings. After several years of work, her hair was almost falling out from the stress. She was hesitating about changing careers to become a headhunter with an old classmate, but she transmigrated before she could make the switch.
To her surprise, in this ABO world, she also worked for a clothing trade company, but her job had nothing to do with design. She was just an ordinary employee in the marketing department, which reluctantly made Song Yuran abandon the idea of resigning and finding a new job.
“Yuran, you’re finally here.”
As soon as she found her cubicle and sat down, her cubicle neighbor greeted her.
Song Yuran paused for a moment, put down her bag, and turned to look at her colleague. Her existing memories told her the person’s name was Cheng Qingqing, an Omega.
However, she subtly examined Cheng Qingqing. Even though she had already crammed knowledge about this world online, she found that she still couldn’t visually or instinctively identify the other party’s attribute.
In her understanding, Cheng Qingqing was no different from a woman.
Alphas and Omegas have something called pheromones that can identify each other’s attributes. But Song Yuran, as an ordinary person, wasn’t a true Alpha, so she couldn’t perceive the other person’s pheromones.
She’d rather be a plain old Beta.
The thought lasted only a moment. Song Yuran quickly smiled and replied, “Yeah, Qingqing, haven’t seen you in days. You’re even prettier now! Your new hairstyle looks great.”
To Song Yuran, this was just a casual greeting to a new friend. She knew that the easiest way for two women to quickly get acquainted was to compliment each other; no woman disliked being praised.
However, upon hearing this, Cheng Qingqing’s expression slightly froze. She gave Song Yuran a playful glare and said sweetly, “Naughty~ You’ve become quite a smooth talker after a few days.”
“…?” Cheng Qingqing’s reaction was truly beyond Song Yuran’s understanding. She was speechless. Why did her very ordinary compliment elicit such a flirtatious response?
Did she look like a lesbian?
…Though she had been confessed to by women before.
Then, she belatedly realized that gender in this world was divided by ABO. Even though Cheng Qingqing was a woman, she was also an Omega, and as an Alpha, Song Yuran was already in the category of “opposite s3x.”
Compliments between different sexes were naturally different from those between the same s3x.
Song Yuran massaged her forehead, fearing it would take her a long time to accept this concept.
After the routine department meeting, Song Yuran had just sat down when the WeChat small window in the bottom right corner of her screen started blinking. She moved her mouse to the blinking icon, which displayed the name “Zhao Anye.”
[Zhao Anye]: Yuran, why do I feel like you’re acting strange today? You didn’t even contact me during your leave.
Song Yuran looked up, her gaze passing over the heads of several colleagues to Zhao Anye across the office. Zhao Anye also looked up at that moment and smiled at her.
[Song Yuran]: Nothing, just post-leave syndrome.
[Zhao Anye]: What does that mean?
“…” Song Yuran had no choice but to type out an explanation for “post-leave syndrome,” which basically meant she wished she had money without working.
[Zhao Anye]: You’re dreaming.
Song Yuran’s lips drooped. Zhao Anye then suggested they go out for dinner after work. Thinking it would be good to learn more about the survival rules of this world to better hide her little secret, she agreed.
Zhao Anye was an Alpha, and importantly, also a woman. Song Yuran could completely discard the restraint of “Alphas and Omegas not touching.”
But Alphas were clearly more perceptive than Omegas. They walked into a restaurant, and as soon as they sat down, what Zhao Anye said almost made her bite her tongue.
“I still think you’re very strange today, like a completely different person.”
Zhao Anye’s eyes were full of suspicion, making Song Yuran extremely guilty.
She avoided Zhao Anye’s gaze, pretending to be nonchalant as she poured herself a cup of tea. After taking a sip, she forced herself to remain calm and said, “What’s changed? I’m still the same, aren’t I? Do I have horns on my head, or an extra tail behind me?”
Zhao Anye scanned her up and down, her gaze finally resting on Song Yuran’s chest. She said with an uncertain tone, “Your… br3asts seem to have gotten bigger.”
“Cough!” Song Yuran choked on her tea. Female Alphas generally had B-cup br3asts, while Song Yuran’s proud figure was closer to a C-cup.
Song Yuran never expected that her plan to pretend to be an Alpha would fail right at the beginning due to her own prideful figure.
Under Zhao Anye’s suspicious gaze, she straightened her back, cupped the two ounces of flesh on her chest with both hands, and righteously declared, “I put in two br3ast pads! An Alpha adorns herself for those who appreciate her.”
Her frank gaze showed no hint of lying.
“…” The suspicion in Zhao Anye’s eyes slowly turned into speechlessness.
Fortunately, that topic was diffused, and Zhao Anye no longer doubted her authenticity.
After dinner, during idle chat, Song Yuran thought for a moment and began to subtly insert her own agenda into the conversation.
“I saw a news report a few days ago about someone who differentiated really late, only becoming a Beta at twenty-five.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a surprised expression on Zhao Anye’s face.
“No way? Twenty-five? Why didn’t I see that news?”
Did she just hit a sensitive spot? Song Yuran inwardly broke into a sweat.
She quickly corrected herself: “Well, maybe it was twenty-two, I misread it.”
“Pffft~ I thought it was twenty-five, that scared me.”
In this world, 18-20 is the differentiation period. Although there are individual cases of late differentiation, it shouldn’t be to the point of alarm, right?
Song Yuran subtly asked, “Why does differentiating at 25 scare you?”
“Isn’t twenty-five late enough? If that news came out, it would break the internet. Before, there was someone who only differentiated at 23, and they were studied by experts for a long time, weren’t they? They underwent various instrument examinations every day, just to find out what was wrong with them that caused the late differentiation.”
This time, it was Song Yuran’s turn for her pupils to dilate in shock.
Someone who differentiated at 23 was pulled in for examination by “experts.” Then wouldn’t she, at 26, who hadn’t differentiated yet, be pulled in for dissection and research???
What if they also discovered she wasn’t from this world… No one would believe she had transmigrated; they would just lock her in a mental hospital or offer her “body” to science.
…Song Yuran dared not think further.
Before she could fully process that topic, Zhao Anye’s next sentence turned her to stone.
“Our company’s regular health check-up is coming up soon. I wonder how the results will be this year.”
Health check-up??? Wouldn’t that expose the fact that she was nothing at all? Song Yuran could already imagine the grinning “experts” in white coats with scalpels waving at her.
She couldn’t help but shiver, “Um… can I not participate in the check-up…?”
“That’s definitely not possible.”
Zhao Anye’s single sentence shattered her hopes.
“…”
Song Yuran was in disarray.
At this moment, the voice pack from a certain game kept repeating in her mind: Help me!