“Damn it…”

Before he even opened his eyes, the sharp sting of Omega pheromones assaulted his senses.

Seunghyun quickly realized he was lying in a hospital bed.

The spacious, comfortable room was filled with various medical equipment attached to his body.

He knew this place.

The moment he saw the wall replaced entirely with glass and blinds, as well as the specialized ventilation system installed on the ceiling, it clicked.

This was a private room for individuals with severe pheromone-related complications—a facility designed like a sterile isolation unit.

When his gaze followed the IV line connected to his hand, he noticed the bag labeled Omega.

Could it be?

Had his secondary designation changed all of a sudden?

It was rare, but not unheard of.

A secondary designation shift occurred in less than 0.001% of people with special genetic traits.

The odds were negligible, almost impossible—but not quite.

Before passing out, Seunghyun had been an Alpha.

It wasn’t his preference, but his unique genetic makeup had always made him the center of attention wherever he went.

He had long grown tired of the constant scrutiny.

It wasn’t that he held any prejudice against delayed manifestations or rare traits.

Still, if there was anything to be grateful for, it was that his secondary designation had emerged as an Alpha rather than an Omega—who faced a time-limited fate.

And yet, here he was, transformed into an Omega.

Seunghyun sighed softly and turned his head.

“…!”

His eyes widened at the reflection of his face in the glass window.

A world where Alphas were revered, and Omegas were protected.

Special genetic types, comprising 10% of the global population, all produced a superior hormone substance known as pheromones.

These traits were further divided into two categories, and among them, Alphas—those who completed their secondary manifestation—boasted superior physical abilities and reproductive functions.

The problem lay with the other half of these genetic types: the Omegas.

While Omegas were also optimized for reproduction, the downside was their poor health.

The later the secondary manifestation occurred, the more severe the condition became.

In rare cases where Omegas manifested after reaching full physical maturity, most did not survive beyond three to four years.

Omegas, making up 5% of the population, were thus a perennial social issue.

With their already high mortality rate, they couldn’t be sent to the military in their prime years.

They required special accommodations in the workplace, making them less desirable as employees.

The one saving grace that kept them from being entirely excluded from society was their striking appearance—a characteristic of these special genetic types.

Gather a group of them, and they practically sparkled.

Their standout looks made them impossible to miss from childhood, so it was no surprise that nearly half of the entertainment industry consisted of individuals with these traits.

Even among actors, there were some Omegas.

However, even with the overwhelming advantage of military exemption, the extreme schedules required in the idol industry meant there were very few Omega idols.

A startled breath escaped his lips, fogging up the oxygen mask covering his face.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Is this why they disappeared?”

It seemed, unthinkably—damn it all—

He had become one of those rare Omega idols.

“….”

Seunghyun stared blankly at his reflection in the glass.

Aside from sharing the same name, he had nothing in common with that pale, frail-looking idol.

And yet, for some reason, Joo Seunghyun…

Had awakened in the body of the leader of a top-tier idol group who had mysteriously disappeared three years ago.