Omega Taming the Black Moonlight - Chapter 1

The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air.

Yan Liu lay in the hospital bed, her brow furrowed slightly. Her pale face appeared frail, yet it couldn’t diminish the delicate beauty of a Jiangnan woman. Her long lashes trembled faintly, making her look utterly pitiful.

Several groups of people had already visited Yan Liu at her bedside.

After a nurse finished her rounds and left the room, she whispered to a colleague in the corridor, sighing softly.

“It’s such a pity. A beauty like her, struck by such misfortune.”

“They’ve done brain CT scans more than once, checked every test, but found nothing wrong. How can someone who was perfectly fine just never wake up? It’s been a week already.”

“She’s quite popular, though. Someone’s been visiting her every day this week.”

“Ah, but her family situation is so tragic. Her grandfather is already quite old, and she’s his only direct relative. If she doesn’t wake up, the shock might be too much for him. I don’t know what he’ll do.”

“The worst thing is when an old person has to bury their child.”

After chatting about Yan Liu for a while, the nurses fell silent, as if by unspoken agreement.

Having witnessed countless human tragedies in the hospital, Yan Liu had grown somewhat numb. It was only in the face of such suffering that she truly grasped how insignificant humans were, and how fortunate it was to live a healthy and peaceful life.

Perhaps it was because the patients in her ward were so young, talented, and strikingly beautiful. The sight of these stars, once radiant with promise, plummeting from their heights overnight, couldn’t help but evoke a deep sigh of sorrow.

As the nurses’ voices faded into the distance, Yan Liu struggled to awaken, but her consciousness felt trapped in invisible restraints, utterly unable to open her eyes.

“Host’s remaining lifespan: three days. Please make a decision as soon as possible: complete the conquest mission or not?”

A cold, mechanical voice echoed in her mind.

This time, Yan Liu couldn’t ignore the voice. She sighed for a moment.

“Alright. If I complete the mission, will I be able to wake up and live a normal life?”

“That depends on whether the host successfully fulfills the conquest objective,” the System replied.

“Let’s go then. Let’s do this mission you’re talking about.” Yan Liu had no choice but to accept.

“Initiating transfer to the small world plane. Please receive the original plot of the small world.”

Yan Liu felt as if she had been living a dream.

In this dream, she was still Yan Liu, her appearance unchanged, but instead of growing up with her grandfather, she was an orphan struggling to survive in an ABO world. Each year, she barely managed to complete her studies, relying on the Alliance’s subsidies for orphans.

In the ABO world, Alphas perpetually controlled the absolute resources of the upper echelons. Whether male or female, they possessed exceptional reflexes, physical strength, and mental fortitude, making them natural warriors of the Alliance. Capable of adapting to any harsh environment, they made outstanding contributions to the Alliance’s territorial expansion.

In contrast, Omegas had more delicate lifeforces. Their only path to advancement lay in awakening a powerful Spiritual Body, becoming healers who could treat the wounded minds of Alpha warriors returning from the front lines.

However, if an Omega failed to awaken a Spiritual Body, they would be reduced to fragile, ornamental vases, destined to adorn the Alpha’s families and bear their offspring.

As for the remaining Betas, lacking pheromones, they lived ordinary lives. Yet among them occasionally arose individuals with extraordinary talent, possessing formidable warrior instincts and combat skills.

Yan Liu struggled to digest this world’s background, comparing it to her own situation.

She was an Omega, but at eighteen, she still hadn’t awakened her Spiritual Body, teetering on the brink of expulsion from the Academy.

Currently, the Academy was hosting a new competitive tournament in accordance with the Alliance’s directives.

Yan Liu, driven by a desperate gamble, signed up for the competition, hoping to stimulate her Spiritual Body’s awakening with the free Talent Potion distributed before the matches.

This was her only chance to regain access to resources.

In the past, she had given all the useful resources—whether subsidies from the Alliance or special potions issued by the Academy to Omegas—to Ji Yilian.

Ji Yilian was an S-Class Alpha genius who had grown up with Yan Liu since childhood and had maintained the Academy’s top rank for three consecutive years.

Like Yan Liu, Ji Yilian was an orphan who had lost both parents. The difference lay in Ji Yilian’s early display of talent and Yan Liu’s unwavering belief that Ji Yilian was her closest companion.

Their parents had been close friends, and this connection had drawn Yan Liu to Ji Yilian from a young age, instinctively treating her as the only family she had in the world.

She scrimped and saved, even skipping Academy classes to work part-time, all to earn enough money to buy a Talent Potion for Ji Yilian.

“Yi Yi, what’s yours is mine, and your success is my success too. Instead of spreading our resources thin, let’s concentrate everything on you. That way, when you rise to become a major figure in the Alliance, I’ll ride your coattails to glory!”

This was what Yan Liu had told Ji Yilian countless times in the past.

When she spoke these words, her voice trembled slightly. She always seemed so young and pitiful, like a tiny daisy easily overlooked—unremarkable, drab, dressed in the simplest clothes, her head bowed, afraid to meet anyone’s gaze, as if constantly trying to shrink into herself, to avoid being noticed.

Even in Ji Yilian’s presence, she remained this way.

At such a young age, she had already learned the harsh realities of life. For orphans from the lowest rungs of society, there were few paths to escape poverty, with awakening their innate talent being the only viable option.

Between her own fate and Ji Yilian’s, she had chosen the latter without hesitation.

Yan Liu would voluntarily give up any Academy or Alliance subsidies that could benefit Ji Yilian, secretly passing them on to him.

In her memories, this young girl had fainted countless times due to malnutrition. Yet, upon regaining consciousness, she dared not let Ji Yilian know, pretending nothing had happened and gritting her teeth to continue working.

To help Ji Yilian break free from her lowly fate and rise to a position of power among the elite—this was Yan Liu’s heartfelt wish.

No, it was the original owner’s wish.

…All the memories of the past eighteen years had now been fully absorbed by Yan Liu, becoming part of her own memories.

But the Yan Liu standing here was no longer the pitiful girl who had devoted herself entirely to Ji Yilian.

The small world the System had sent her to originally had its own predetermined fate.

The original owner had prematurely extinguished her own vitality, pouring it all into Ji Yilian, only to be trampled underfoot like an ant and ultimately forgotten in silence.

This was the original owner’s fate.

She had moved herself to tears, yet she had never touched the heart of Ji Yilian, the childhood friend who had accepted her every sacrifice without reciprocation.

The System had sent Yan Liu here to rewrite the original owner’s fate, to ensure this young girl finally earned Ji Yilian’s attention—perhaps even her love.

Yan Liu took a deep breath.

“Hey, student, it’s your turn to collect the Talent Potion,” someone urged from the side.

In the queue, Ji Yilian was one of the few Omegas.

Competitive events had never been kind to Omegas.

All ABOs were randomly mixed and placed on the arena, meaning even Omegas with weaker physical abilities and undeveloped Spiritual Bodies had to face naturally combative and physically superior Alphas.

“I bet you signed up for the competition just for the Talent Potion, right?”

The person who reminded Yan Liu was a Beta woman, her gaze carrying a hint of pity.

Ji Yilian didn’t look like the kind of Omega with family backing. Her features were actually quite delicate, but she appeared malnourished, her complexion sallow and her frame thin, like a wilted little cabbage.

Standing there, she seemed petite and fragile, with a small face and slender limbs, as if a gust of wind could knock her over—a perfect embodiment of the Omega stereotype.

The difference was that other Omegas always took great care of their appearance, were well-protected, and tended to be somewhat delicate. Yan Liu, however, possessed none of these qualities.

She was like a small rabbit who had wandered into a ruthless jungle where only the strong survived. Her past life must have been filled with hardship, leaving her thin and unremarkable, seemingly incapable of surviving the brutal competition.

In fact, in the audience, everyone who remembered Yan Liu shook their heads.

“Why did Yan Liu even enter the competition? Isn’t she embarrassed?”

“The Academy was about to expel her anyway. She failed so many courses. The resources wasted on her are a complete waste.”

“I heard she and Ji Yilian used to be neighbors and knew each other. How can their talents and achievements be so vastly different? The Academy and Alliance should focus on supporting geniuses like Ji Yilian. Yan Liu should just be abandoned—no point wasting resources on her.”

“Enough. How many geniuses like Ji Yilian can emerge from the general population? You shouldn’t even compare Yan Liu to her; they’re not even in the same league. With so many Academies participating in this competition, Ji Yilian will likely secure a top-three spot again.”

“You’re underestimating Ji Yilian. A prodigy like her could easily take first place. She’s an S-Rank Spiritual Body genius, and she even gained real combat experience on the Abyss Battlefield earlier this year. Her achievements would crush anyone her age.”

“Ah, I can’t wait to see Ji Yilian win! That would secure even more Alliance resources for our Academy. Yan Liu shouldn’t even bother competing. What’s an Omega doing here anyway? She’ll only embarrass us.”

Though Yan Liu stood some distance from the spectator stands while verifying her identity to receive the Talent Potion, her head throbbed, her temples ached, and the whispers from the crowd flooded her ears.

The overwhelming influx of information made her sway, her face paling further.

The instructor distributing the Talent Potions noticed her distress and asked with concern, “Are you alright, student? If you’re feeling unwell, don’t force yourself to compete. Take the Talent Potion and withdraw.”

Although Talent Potions were incredibly precious, the Alliance was not without humanity and compassion. Every registered participant had a chance to receive one, especially students from disadvantaged backgrounds.

Yan Liu, an Omega, was a type the instructors had seen countless times before.

For Omegas who hadn’t awakened their Spiritual Body by the age of eighteen, their fate was sealed: they would wait to be matched with an Alpha, destined to become mere decorative objects.

Yan Liu suppressed her complex emotions, straightened her posture, and stood tall. Her slender frame suddenly resembled a small flower that had drooped all spring, finally ready to bloom.

Her features remained unchanged, her complexion still slightly sallow from malnutrition, which detracted from her appearance. But when her clear eyes focused on the Talent Potion in her hand,

not only did the instructor distributing the potions freeze in surprise, but even the unfamiliar Beta woman who had warned Yan Liu earlier paused in astonishment.

Yan Liu was still the same Omega who hadn’t awakened her Spiritual Body; no earth-shattering transformation had occurred.

Yet, for some reason, everyone who looked at the girl at that moment felt that Yan Liu was different.

It was as if a sudden light had fallen upon her, illuminating the once-dull jade, revealing a hint of its hidden brilliance.

She had become somewhat beautiful.

In the competition lineup, Ji Yilian, who was glancing at Yan Liu from afar, remained calm and composed, her gaze deep and distant. Her beautiful appearance resembled that of an elegant and noble white swan.

White swans always spread their wings and soar to distant, more beautiful lands. Neither small ponds nor ugly ducklings could hold them back.

Ji Yilian knew perfectly well why Yan Liu had entered the competition.

Yan Liu would quietly withdraw after receiving the Talent Potion, then wait for a discreet moment to secretly give it to her.

She was used to this.

Ji Yilian shifted her gaze, a faint pity for this pathetic ugly duckling surfacing in her heart.

She was no longer the impoverished orphan who needed Yan Liu to save scraps of resources for her.

Yet Yan Liu stubbornly clung to their past dynamic, refusing to let go.

Yan Liu was somewhat pitiful.

Calming her emotions, Ji Yilian resolved never to accept any more resources from Yan Liu.

They had long since diverged onto different paths.

It was time for them to part ways.

A gentle breeze stirred Yan Liu’s hair, its slightly yellowed strands partially obscuring her delicate features and diminishing her original beauty.

But when the wind swept her forehead fringe aside, revealing her bright, dark almond-shaped eyes, she suddenly appeared more striking.

The girl accepted the Talent Potion from her mentor, lowered her head to examine it, and smiled faintly.

This small bottle, containing the Talent Potion, held the power to determine a person’s future—whether they would live a life as insignificant as grass or shine as brightly as the sun.

The original Yan Liu had died in obscurity, destined to be a useless nobody and a bottom-tier orphan.

Yet Ji Yilian, born from the same humble origins, had risen like a phoenix reborn from flames—so graceful, radiant, and soaring among the clouds, revered like the moon surrounded by stars.

Where did the phoenix’s fire come from?

Was the phoenix born a phoenix?

Yan Liu pursed her slightly pink lips. Without turning to leave, she twisted open the Talent Potion’s cap, tilted her head back, and drained the entire bottle in one gulp.

When Ji Yilian glanced back casually, this was the scene that met her eyes.

The girl who had once been as unremarkable as weeds, selflessly sacrificing herself to the point of being cheap—a mere bl00d bag, devoid of dignity or any sense of self.

But for the first time, this person was using the resources she had received for herself.

Even if it was just this single Talent Potion.

Yes, this was the first time Yan Liu had ever consumed a Talent Potion in her life.

She had possessed so many Alliance-subsidized resources, yet this was the first time she hadn’t used them on Ji Yilian.

Ji Yilian’s gaze froze momentarily, her expression unreadable—whether it held more surprise or confusion.