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The first time I experienced a reset, I nearly lost my mind.
I opened my eyes to find it was two years ago, and no one around me remembered a thing.
I had never felt more acutely that this world was just a ‘game.’
Lost in confusion and panic, the System had the nerve to say it so easily.
That it hoped this time I’d show a more interesting story.
That to achieve what I wanted, I needed to satisfy it above all else.
Back then, I thought it was just mocking me.
‘The System leaves a harsh review: “Your story has been boring so far.”
(๑ŏ _ ŏ๑)]
“…What?”
I involuntarily gasped.
Abandoned completely by the people I loved and trusted, constantly compared to the protagonist even while quietly trying to breathe, crushed by a gnawing loneliness and despair that left me sobbing—only to realize, in the end, that even those tears were useless.
That whole downward spiral…
The System dismissed it all with a single word: boring.
The cruelty of it stunned me.
This game flopped because it was too easy.
No suspense, no plot twists, no dramatic tension.
The protagonist, Allen, was always loved, no matter what he did or said.
No combination of choices ever led to a bad ending.
This world was built solely for Allen’s happiness.
In other words… anyone who went against Allen in the slightest, anyone who even tried to stand opposite him, would be crushed by the world itself.
The moment I recovered memories of my past life, I made one vow: I wouldn’t covet what was Allen’s.
I wouldn’t end up like “Noah Hamilton,” who died pathetically by opposing him in the original story.
So I endured. Countless cycles, repeating endlessly.
While I scraped and clawed to survive time I couldn’t escape, the bastard who looked down on me dared to say what?
“Haha… Boring? You were bored?!”
Just because I was boring, you played with me?
Told me to satisfy you?
I ground my teeth in fury.
If following the original story’s true ending was too dull, then fine.
I’d carve out a path that was its complete opposite.
“Fine. I’ll show you. Watch me closely, you crazy bastard.”
All those fish swimming in Allen’s harem?
I’ll drag them all into my net.
Confidence? Who needs it.
I’ll make it work anyway.
If that’s what it takes to satisfy your twisted standards and escape this hellish loop, then there’s nothing I won’t do. I’ve already faced death once.
And again, let me be clear—the worst that could happen is waking up to this wretched morning once more.
“Brother. Do you now confess, with your whole heart, to believe in the holy presence of God and the blessings bestowed by Him?”
“Yes, I believe.”
Wow.
No matter how many times I hear it, it’s still boring.
In the actual game, I could just skip this part until the choices popped up, but now I have to listen to every damn word.
Torture.
This part was always the worst—the priest’s long-winded blessings, the dragging baptism ceremony.
The High Priest closed his eyes, placed his hand on a glass vial of holy water, and began a prayer.
The water, which had seemed perfectly clear, began to glow with brilliant gold as the prayer ended.
With that, it was confirmed: Noah—me—was indeed an omega.
I’d heard that when an alpha shows signs, the holy water turns silver instead, but I’d never seen it myself.
“Brother. As a child of the Holy God, do you swear to devote your whole being to the divine purpose prepared for you?”
“Yes, I swear.”
Finally. The last step.
The moment I finished speaking, the High Priest raised the holy water and poured it over my head.
Ugh, cold. It was so freezing that it snapped me out of my bored daze.
The golden-tinted liquid soaked into my body in an instant.
As it did, a faint rose fragrance began to radiate from my previously scentless body.
“Ah…!”
My vision spun.
I collapsed to my knees, clutching my head like it might shatter.
From deep within my body, I could feel something slowly, but unmistakably, changing.
The dizziness was just the beginning. I’d barely stay conscious for the next few days from the fever that would hit.
I’d been through this process more than once before.
The High Priest leaned in as if to support me and discreetly examined my forehead.
A faint symbol—visible only to those with the proper qualifications—must’ve appeared.
That mark proved I wasn’t just a normal omega, but an Dominant one.
In this world to begin with, the traits of alphas and omegas weren’t something passed down genetically through generations.
They were bestowed solely as blessings from the divine.
And that blessing could only be received in the form of a baptism during the coming-of-age ceremony.
Naturally, even that ceremony and its sacred rites were exclusive to the nobility.
The so-called “blessing” of the divine had long since become a rigid system used to clearly define and reinforce the social hierarchy.
Within this context, the status known as a “Dominant”—believed to manifest only when the soul was deeply imbued with divine grace—was revered even more than usual for the nature of its traits alone.
These days, the frenzy around it had calmed a bit, but just a few generations ago, a Dominant Alpha or Omega was practically worshipped as a divine envoy.
That was also why the Crown Princess or Empress absolutely had to be chosen from among the Dominant Omegas of the era.
The imperial heir—born to inherit the throne—had to come from the womb of one touched by the divine.
“Oh ho, Brother! To see your manifestation pains surging so strongly already—surely you must be a Dominant. Congratulations!”
“Guh… th-thank… you…”
Damn that old priest. Here I am, dying from the pain, and he’s all smiles and congratulations.
Only Dominants suffered such intense manifestation pains.
Allen, who had manifested as a Recessive, had been bouncing around giddy from day one. It was seriously unfair.
All a Dominant had over others was slightly stronger pheromones and slightly better reproductive capability.
All this talk of divine love and blessings was far too vague anyway.
And if I was really so “blessed,” then why the hell was my life like this?
Even as I received the blessing, I couldn’t help but feel deeply dissatisfied.
In one previous playthrough, I’d even gone so far as to pretend I’d lost my mind and skipped the temple entirely, hoping that maybe if I never manifested as an Omega, I wouldn’t get tangled up with Allen at all.
But nope.
[System is doing its utmost to support your comfort and convenience for optimal gameplay.]
‘Hey, what is this? Huh? What the hell does this even mean?’
[System is deeply moved by how richly the divine blessing dwells within your soul!]
‘You insa—insane bastard…! No! I said no! I’m not going!’
…Yeah. I don’t even want to think about that.
The System had plucked me up and poof, dropped me right in front of the High Priest.
Not just that—when I tried to run off somewhere before Allen appeared, it straight-up reset the whole world.
The number of times I heard Nicole’s bright voice chirping “Young master, time to wake up!”… It was beyond absurd.
Resistance was futile.
The old priest, all warm smiles and gentleness, touched my forehead as if checking for a fever, then checked again.
I already knew through the game settings how Dominants and Recessives were supposedly distinguished, but in truth, even within the temple, few knew the exact method.
The only widely known trait of Dominant manifestation was the severity of the pains, so apparently plenty of people faked being in agony right in front of the priests, hoping to bluff their way through.
Probably blinded by ambition and pride, without a thought for the consequences.
“Oh dear, my old mind must be slipping. You shouldn’t be standing around here—come rest inside for a while. I’d worry your condition might worsen on your way back home.”
The High Priest’s voice softened noticeably now that he had confirmed I wasn’t just faking it—I really had manifested as a Dominant Omega.
The House of Hamilton was a fairly prestigious noble family, so they’d always treated me with a certain degree of respect—but never quite this much.
Seriously… what was the big deal with being a Dominant?
[High Priest’s Favor!ヽ(•̀ω•́ )ゝ
Now that your manifestation pains are confirmed, the High Priest’s heart softens toward you. :(˘•̥ㅁ•̥˘ ):
Notorious for being strict and cold, he has unexpectedly shown you kindness.₊(੭ · ˕ · )੭‧
Would you like to rest at the temple as he suggests?
꜀꒰(˙▿˙ ꒱꜀ )꜆
- ▶ Thank you. I’ll rest here for a while…
- ▶ No, I’ve got a banquet this evening. I’ll rest at home instead.]
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