Is It Really That Hard to Be the Big Brother of Two Top-Alpha Twins? - Chapter 1

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Chen Luan—getting this wasted?”
Chen Luan opened his eyes, squinting against the glare. The machine beside the bed emitted a steady beep.
Instinctively, he reached to rub his aching temples—only to see the IV tube inserted into the back of his hand.
Where… am I?
Wasn’t I torn apart by beasts along with my mech while defending the base?
“Say something, Chen Luan. What, cat got your tongue? I don’t remember alcohol poisoning or a perforated stomach making people mute.”
A slightly hoarse teenage voice came from the foot of the bed—sharp, mocking, tinged with malice.
“I…?”
Drinking?
After the interstellar beasts invaded and mutated creatures rampaged, humanity had retreated underground. Food was too precious to waste on alcohol.
In 28 years, Chen Luan had only ever found one expired beer bottle in a ruined city.
How could he possibly have alcohol poisoning?
“Where am I?”
Pain flared in his throat; his own hoarse voice startled him.
Another sneer came from nearby.
Following the sound, Chen Luan turned his head—and saw two identical, beautiful faces.
Two boys, around fourteen or fifteen, stood at the foot of the bed, gazing down at him.
One was impeccably dressed—spotless suit, top button fastened, thick lashes lowered, books in his arms, his expression cold and distant.
The other wore his uniform jacket unbuttoned, collar open to reveal a hint of collarbone, one foot propped casually on the edge of the bed.
So, this was the one who’d spoken…
Pain stabbed through his skull, and Chen Luan could only shake his head.
“Who are you…?”
“Ha, old man, you really did drink your brains out. Pack your things and come back to the Jiang residence with us. Stop embarrassing yourself out here.”
The boy dropped his foot and nudged his twin. “Let’s go, bro. As long as he’s alive, that’s enough. I’ve got a match tomorrow morning. If the old man hadn’t insisted, we wouldn’t have dragged him back for the media, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
He tugged his brother toward the door.
Only then did Chen Luan realize—he was in a hospital.
“Wait—”
Before he could finish, the other boy’s cold voice cut him off.
“We’ve warned you many times not to hang out with Zhou Jing’s crowd.”
He looked at Chen Luan briefly, then averted his gaze as if something filthy had brushed against him.
“Chen Luan, you brought this on yourself.”
Zhou Jing? Who? What’s going on?
The twins did not explain and left without another glance.
Bang!
The ward door slammed shut, the glass window reflecting Chen Luan’s bewildered eyes.
Only when the phone on the bedside table buzzed did he come back to himself.
A message.
[Mr. Chen Luan: Your application has been approved.
Please bring the required documents to the Federal Military Academy Human Resources Department at 9:00 AM, August 20, 2914.]
— Federal Military Academy, August 15, 2914
Chen Luan picked up the phone—and froze.
2914…?
2914?!
Wasn’t it only 2704 when I died?!
He shot upright, ripping out the IV. His sudden movement made his vision swim. Dizziness nearly knocked him over.
But his heart thundered wildly, bl00d rushing to his head, and an unbelievable thought exploded in his mind.
He staggered to the window, gripping the curtains with trembling fingers.
Whoosh—
Light flooded in.
The sight before him struck like a tidal wave of color.
Skyscrapers towered in every direction, glass facades gleaming a deep sapphire blue. Neon lights stretched across the night sky, intertwining with the endless flow of traffic.
Holographic billboards projected smiling girls into midair. Airships drifted past, trailing bright banners.
High-speed railcars streaked overhead while patrol aircraft carved silver trails through the clouds.
It was a futuristic cityscape—so dazzling, so impossibly beautiful—that it felt like a dream.
The crumbling ruins, the bloodied battles, the desperate screams of his comrades—everything from the world he knew—shattered before the overwhelming sight of this new world.
On the tallest skyscraper hung a colossal banner of light:
Warmly celebrate the 209th Day of Victory!
Electric shock coursed from his fingers through every nerve.
Chen Luan stood frozen, heart pounding like thunder.
Thump, thump.
“We… won?”
“We… really won…”
Bittersweet tears welled up unbidden.
So, this… this is what a world without beasts looks like?
When he died, humanity had fought the interstellar beasts for fifty-two long years.
He had grown up in an underground base, trained for battle since childhood, crawling out at twelve to join supply missions, dying at twenty-eight while leading a final defense.
He’d only seen cities like this in history books—never with his own eyes.
He’d dreamed countless times of what peace would look like.
But he never thought he’d live to see it.
Rebirth.
Transmigration.
As absurd as those fantasy novels he once read to pass the time.
In the reflection of the glass, a young man’s face appeared.
Chen Luan froze—then realized.
The face staring back at him… was his own.
Or rather, the face of the body he now inhabited.
The young man looked pale, but his features were fine and well-defined, bearing a striking resemblance to Chen Luan.
“Who… have I transmigrated into?”
Chen Luan reluctantly tore his gaze away from the window and turned to his phone.
The moment he powered it on, a flood of notifications filled the holographic screen.
As he scrolled, several news headlines jumped out at the top of the page:
[Federal Ministry Re-election to Be Held Soon]
[Beta Equality Organization Holds Another March Protesting the Finance Department Chief’s Discriminatory Remarks Against Betas]
[Last Night at 8 PM: Jiang Yongting, Current Director of General Affairs at the Federal Resources Department, Attended a Charity Gala with His Twin Sons, Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling]
On the screen, beside the elegantly dressed middle-aged man, stood the same two striking young men who had been giving him the cold shoulder earlier.
Further down was a tabloid-style headline practically screaming sleaze:
[Wealthy Family Gossip: Adopted Son Suspected of Bullying Incident, Hospitalized—Jiang Family to Issue a Statement!?]
The attached image shows a blurry but still recognizable figure on a dimly lit street, being carried on a stretcher into an ambulance.
The comment section was pure chaos:
“Seriously?! Rich family twins end up in the ICU? Even if he’s just a beta, you can’t beat someone up! Is Director Jiang trying to lose all the beta votes?”
“You talk like you were there. Can these gossip accounts just stop? That street is clearly the famous bar street in Aurora District—who knows what Jiang Luan was doing there?”
“A beta prettier than most omegas, no heat cycle, and hard to impregnate—dragged out from a bar late at night? Haha, say no more.”
“Only those with dirty minds see filth in everything! Senior Jiang got top scholarships every year at the Federal Military Academy. Maybe some people just enjoy being bitter.”
“He’s an adult! What’s wrong with going to a bar? Did he spend your money? You’re just jealous he got adopted by a rich family.”
“Flattering Jiang Luan won’t get you married into the Jiang family. Everyone knows he’s just a side character there.”
“If you want to marry into the Jiang family, start with the twins. Jiang Luan’s nothing—he didn’t even have their surname a few years ago!”
“By the way, the Jiang twins will be 16 next year—about time for secondary gender differentiation, huh? Guess what they’ll be: beta or omega?”
“You’re dreaming. They’ll both be alphas. My cousin’s friend’s nephew goes to their school—he said their pheromone concentration was already near alpha range last year.”
…
Chen Luan frowned after reading through the mess of news and comments. Using search results and messages, he finally pieced together who he was—two hundred years into the future.
Name: Jiang Luan (formerly Chen Luan), 21 years old.
Father: Unknown. Biological father Chen Duan, a beta, worked as a security guard at the Qiwei City Administrative Building—basically a gatekeeper.
Six years ago, Jiang Yongting—then a city councilor—was attacked by radicals while heading to a meeting.
Chen Duan shielded him, taking five of the six stab wounds meant for Jiang Yongting.
The councilor escaped with only minor injuries, while Chen Duan died on the spot.
Out of gratitude, Jiang Yongting adopted Chen Duan’s only son, changing the latter’s surname to Jiang.
The Jiang family also had fifteen-year-old twins—Jiang Xun (the elder) and Jiang Ling (the younger).
Jiang Yongting’s current wife, Zhang Lingyi, was not their biological mother; she was said to be frail and rarely appeared in public.
Their birth mother, Li Junfu, passed away eight years ago.
The original Jiang Luan had just graduated from the Federal Military Academy with excellent grades and had been accepted as a teaching assistant. He was supposed to start work in five days.
Unfortunately, he died the previous night from acute alcohol poisoning after excessive drinking at a bar.
Now, reborn as the adopted son of a wealthy family, Chen Luan frowned.
The Jiang family’s relationships were tangled enough, and his “brothers” clearly disliked him. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.
…Still, being the older brother to a pair of rich twins couldn’t be that hard, right?
His phone buzzed again—a new message popped up:
[Zhou Pei: I’m sorry, Xiao Jing and the others are young and immature, causing you trouble. I’ll cover all the medical expenses this time, and I’ll visit you at the hospital tomorrow.]
Xiao Jing?
…Zhou Jing?
Wasn’t Zhou Jing the friend the twins had warned him to stay away from?
And what was his relationship with this Zhou Pei?
As Chen Luan was debating how to reply, his phone suddenly rang again—sharp and insistent.
He instinctively picked up.
A harsh voice barked through the line:
“Chen Luan! Hurry up and pack your things—are you planning to rot in the ward?!”