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This is the story of an omega’s desperate struggle to stick to the original plot and die as planned.

Judging by how things are going, he seems to have been rather disliked in the original story.

But how on earth did it come to this?

To understand this unfortunate omega’s plight, we must take a closer look at the events leading up to this moment.

It all began just a few months ago…

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Wrapped in a luxurious blanket that looked like it had been handcrafted by a Persian artisan, a stunning beauty reclined on a deep green velvet sofa, slowly blinking his eyes.

He lifted his upper body and scanned the unfamiliar surroundings with wide, curious eyes, as though exploring a new world.

His silvery-blond hair shimmered like threads of light, and his green eyes, reminiscent of a summer ocean, wavered with unease.

“Where… am I?”

“Are you okay, Remy?”

The beauty instinctively turned toward the voice.

A man with sun-kissed brown skin and jet-black hair was looking at him with deep concern.

The man’s appearance was striking, but his outfit looked like something a character from a fantasy game might wear.

Despite his flawless looks, what was with those clothes?

Was this cosplay?

A movie shoot?

“What have you been doing to your body to end up like this?”

Still processing his thoughts about the dark-haired man, the beauty was snapped back to reality by another voice.

He turned to see another man entering his line of sight.

A striking figure with crimson-red hair and matching eyes stood before him, his expression cool yet captivating.

While his unique coloring and sharp features were alluring, his outfit was just as perplexing as the first man’s.

“Rex, you’re too harsh. Are you alright, Remy?”

The third voice drew the beauty’s gaze to yet another man.

With long, silvery-white hair and warm amber eyes, this man looked like an elf straight out of a fantasy novel.

His otherworldly elegance was undeniable, though his attire matched the others in its eccentricity.

“Remy?”

The men’s clothing was baffling enough, but everything about this situation was utterly strange.

The unfamiliar room, the strangers addressing him like they knew him—it was all wrong.

Desperate for answers, the beauty decided to take stock of his confusion.

First: ‘Where am I?’

“Um… Where is this place?”

His innocent question made all three men freeze, their faces stricken with disbelief.

“Oh, heavens…”

“Remy, what are you saying? How can you not know where you are?”

“Don’t tell me… Something happened to your head?”

Their reactions only deepened his frown.

They didn’t seem inclined to provide any helpful answers, so he pressed on with another question.

“Who… are you? Do you know me? Why are you all acting like we’re close?”

His bombshell statement left the three men looking utterly shell-shocked, as if they were about to faint.

Remy furrowed his brows and gave them a confused look that said he truly didn’t understand what was going on.

“Who are these guys, anyway? And what’s with those ridiculous outfits?”

Just then, the dark-haired man reached out and took Remy’s hand.

His tone was pleading as he spoke.

“Remy, what’s going on? Please tell me this isn’t serious.”

“Hey! What are you doing?! Why are you grabbing my hand?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? How could you say that? Don’t you know who I am?”

“…Huh?”

At that moment, another realization hit Remy like a freight train.

“Wait… Who’s Remy?”

The name they kept calling him—who was it supposed to be?

“…!!”

The three men’s faces contorted with shock at his question, the silver-haired one even standing up in a panic.

“Impossible… God, what has happened to Remy?”

Ignoring their dramatics, Remy looked around the room.

It was a grand and unfamiliar space, lavishly adorned with antique decor befitting a medieval European castle.

“Remy, do you not remember anything? Who we are, where this is, or even who you are?”

The dark-haired man’s calm voice brought his focus back to the situation.

Frustrated, Remy sighed and replied, “Look, I think you’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know who this Remy is, but I’m definitely not him.”

“What are you talking about? You’re Remy. Remy Wesley, the Viscount of the Wesley family.”

“No, seriously, I don’t know this ‘Remy Wesle—”

He froze mid-sentence.

The name ‘Remy Wesley’ felt eerily familiar.

“Wait… That name…”

And just like that, fragments of a crazy realization started piecing together in his mind.

‘The scent of an alpha!’

The names that had been mentioned were the names of characters from a web novel.

“Remy?”

“…?”

“…??”

The three men turned to look at Remy with bewildered expressions.

Unfazed by their confusion, Remy glanced at each of them in turn and uttered decisively:

“Okay, so the black-haired one is Ashton! The redhead is Rex! And the silver-haired one here must be the Third Prince, Hayworth!”

How Remy remembered each of their names so clearly was a mystery.

But if his memory wasn’t mistaken, they were undoubtedly those characters.

Even their appearances matched exactly what was described in the novel.

All three were breathtakingly handsome—so much so that even Remy, a fellow man, felt his heart race just looking at them.

Simply put, they were devastatingly sexy.

“What… Is this for real? They’re all characters from that novel?”

Ha. Ha. Ha.

Finally piecing together the situation, Remy let out a dry laugh.

It seemed like some kind of elaborate prank, probably set up by the girls from his club.

Maybe a surprise stunt to shock him, or something along those lines.

“Now… you remember, Remy?”

“Yes, of course. How could I ever forget that novel?”

“I have no idea what novel you’re talking about, but… you remember us, right?”

“I said I do.”

Satisfied with the clarity of the situation, Remy stretched and got up from his seat.

Raising his slender arms above his head, he yawned deeply before stepping forward.

His body ached, probably from having fallen asleep on the couch, and he was parched.

“Do you have any water?”

“Ah, here.”

The black-haired man, who had been silently observing until now, handed him a glass of water.

As he gulped down the refreshing drink, Remy happened to catch his reflection in a nearby mirror.

What stared back at him was an unfamiliar yet undeniably striking face.

Big, bright eyes.

A sharp nose.

The face was his, yet… the blond hair and green eyes were not.

Clearly, they had gone to great lengths with a convincing wig and colored lenses.

‘Wow. They really went all out.’

They must have put a lot of effort into this.

Why they were trying so hard to fool him was beyond him.

Shrugging, Remy set the glass down and smiled faintly.

It was obvious—they wanted to prank him flawlessly.

Whatever their reason, Remy decided to play along for now, appreciating their dedication.

He was just about to return to the couch when his nose twitched, picking up a fragrant scent.

‘What is that smell? A diffuser? It’s so sweet and addictive… I’ve never smelled anything like it before.’

Strangely, the more he inhaled, the more relaxed he felt.

It was so intoxicating that he wanted to follow the scent’s source and bury his face in it.

Feeling a little lightheaded, Remy wobbled back to the couch.

His body felt feverish, almost as if he were coming down with something.

Knock, knock.

A sudden knock interrupted the atmosphere.

“Who is it?”

The silver-haired man spoke, and the door opened to reveal another man with curly hair that resembled a poodle.

“The chief physician is here.”

“Let him in.”

A man entered, presumably the so-called chief physician.

“What’s the matter?” the silver-haired man asked bluntly.

With a calm yet serious tone, the physician responded, “It appears to be a temporary symptom triggered during a manifestation.”

At that, the attention of all three men shifted to the physician.

Their already startled expressions grew even more shocked.

“Say that again.”

“Lord Remy Wesley, the Viscount, appears to have awakened as an Omega and briefly lost consciousness due to the manifestation pain.”

The men’s gazes turned toward Remy, who was utterly clueless about what was happening.

His confusion only deepened as he noticed their increasingly peculiar expressions.

‘This is strange… Was this in the novel? Remy was supposed to be a Beta. A villainous Beta. If they’re recreating the novel, shouldn’t it follow the original plot? What’s this sudden Omega manifestation about…?’

And then, an unfamiliar sensation struck Remy.

‘Wait… What?’

A damp feeling.

Alarmed, he shifted slightly, realizing that his underwear was sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

‘What the hell? Why is it wet back there?!’

Panic washed over him as he recalled something from the novel.

A scene where an Omega, overwhelmed by an Alpha’s pheromones during their first heat, experienced this exact situation.

Just like he was now.

‘No… No way. This can’t be happening!’

He instinctively covered his backside with his hands, raising his head to look at the three men.

Their eyes, filled with a hungry intensity, mirrored those of the Alphas described in the novel.

At that moment, Remy could only utter one word before he fainted again.

‘Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.’

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