I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 2
Riche was a beautiful but not particularly popular employee at the Alpha-Omega club “Queen” in the Doblak Empire.
Her day typically began when she left the solitude of her home and headed to work at Queen. The club was one of the most prestigious establishments in the empire, with a long and storied history. Its reputation meant they didn’t hire just anyone, but the newly appointed manager, a softhearted individual, had taken pity on Riche and brought her on board after finding her wandering the streets.
At the time, Riche couldn’t speak or write. She was unable to keep entry logs or draft invitation letters for customers, tasks essential for employees. As a result, she was initially relegated to cleaning the store and washing glasses. However, Riche had an exceptional knack for work—or rather, an outstanding ability to learn. A year later, she had progressed to serving drinks she blended herself and had even assumed the role of a bartender.
Her language skills had also improved drastically, to the point where she could now write invitations without issue. She had become a passably competent employee.
Even as a bartender, though, Riche still mopped the floors as part of her daily routine. She was always the first to arrive, opening the store, putting on her uniform, and organizing the space before the junior staff began to show up. The manager and the owner would follow shortly thereafter, signaling that Queen was almost ready to open its doors.
It was a day that should have gone as smoothly as usual, but an unexpected commotion arose before opening.
“I said no! If I take that, I’ll have an allergic reaction!”
“We don’t have a choice.”
“What do you mean, ‘no choice’? Grace or not, telling every Omega to take Megazine (a pheromone suppressant) is absurd! If it were Opsezine, I’d understand! What’s so special about that overly sensitive, stuck-up jerk, anyway?”
The atmosphere tensed. The owner’s sharp gaze darkened at the dangerous remark.
“Mikhail! Watch your language!”
The young man called Mikhail opened and closed his mouth like a steaming clam, his teeth clicking irritably as though he was on the verge of snapping.
Mikhail—one of Queen’s veteran staff members. A male Omega who had received training and mentorship from the previous owner.
Guests of the club often praised his refined service, and recently, he had begun dating a high-profile female Alpha from among Queen’s clientele, which had only inflated his ego. Riche quickly processed these facts, neatly cataloging what she knew about him in her mind.
The owner, now clearly exasperated and rubbing their temple, signaled for the other employees to gather around. It seemed dealing with Mikhail’s near outburst would have to wait.
“What’s going on?” murmured one of the staff as they moved closer. Riche joined them.
The owner spoke seriously.
“Listen carefully. Idelli Grace is coming today.”
“Really? It’s been a month since her last visit. But why does that matter?”
“She’s in her heat cycle. The distinguished young noblewoman.”
“Mikhail!”
The manager’s furious glare made Mikhail snort dismissively as he crossed his arms. Unlike other delicate Omegas, Mikhail prided himself on asserting a sense of masculinity and had crafted a “strategy” to set himself apart. His pecs, built up aggressively with various supplements, flexed challengingly.
Rumor had it that his powerful lover had fallen for those pecs. Probably true, Riche thought as she observed Mikhail with a detached, analytical gaze. However, when the manager began speaking, she shifted her attention back to him.
“Mikhail’s right. Miss Grace is currently in her heat cycle,” the manager explained.
“Then why doesn’t she just stay home and rest? Why come all the way to the club? Oh, don’t tell me… stress relief?”
“Exactly. She’s taken Opsezine to suppress her pheromone waves, so it shouldn’t affect anyone here. But she’ll still be extremely sensitive.”
“…And?”
“And she’s made a request. She doesn’t want to smell any Omega pheromones, so she’s asking all employees to take pheromone suppressants.”
“That’s insane,” someone muttered, unable to hold back. Mikhail’s lips twitched in amusement, as if the entire situation had lifted some lingering frustration off his chest.
“What about the other customers?” someone else asked. “No matter how powerful the Grace family is, they’re not influential enough to disregard everyone else here, are they?”
“True. That’s why she’s booked a private room. The request is specifically for staff who’ll be serving her. She doesn’t want anyone exuding pheromones.”
“What a joke. Why doesn’t she grab her drinks and snacks herself? She’ll probably have a line of Alphas trailing behind her to cater to her every whim anyway.”
“Enough complaining.”
The manager’s tone was sharp, and the grumbling employees fell silent. Normally, the manager was known for being easygoing, but this was clearly not one of those times. Recognizing his authority, the staff fell in line, their chatter subsiding.
Unlike the others, who wore discontented expressions, Riche remained expressionless. She knew time was of the essence, and after quickly assessing that this commotion was ultimately insignificant, she tuned it out.
[Pheromone Bloom Concentration: 10]
The number popped into her mind, a trace from the data she’d gathered the previous day after sleeping with the Knight Commander—a man whose pheromones had been intense, but whose bedroom style had been surprisingly gentle.
‘So a concentration of 10… what does that equate to, exactly?’
The first time Riche had slept with an Alpha, her pheromones had bloomed. She hadn’t always been an Omega. When she’d first arrived in this dimension, she had been a Beta.
Betas are ordinary individuals who lack Alpha or Omega traits. However, Riche had gathered data suggesting that if a Beta engaged physically with an Alpha with a high pheromone concentration, it was possible for them to develop Omega traits. This phenomenon, she learned, was exceedingly rare, based on what she had heard from various sources.
Riche categorized this hypothesis as “Alpha-Omega physical interactions can trigger trait manifestation” but knew it needed further validation.
‘I don’t have enough data yet to make any conclusions.’
To gather that data, she needed to meet more Alphas and Omegas.
“Riche, it looks like you’ll have to handle this one alone today.”
Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned to see the manager looking at her apologetically. Around them, the other staff stood with their arms crossed, glancing back and forth between Riche and the manager with mixed expressions.
“You’re the only one here who’s a Beta, and you’re also the only person who’s reliable enough to handle this without upsetting the customer.”
The staff exchanged knowing smirks, unable to hide their satisfaction. It was obvious the manager was indirectly praising Riche in front of them, making it clear they weren’t suited for the task.
It was true: as the only Beta present, Riche was the least likely to provoke Idelli Grace, the notoriously haughty Omega noblewoman. While most of the staff grumbled at the unfairness, Riche’s demeanor remained as calm and detached as ever. Her stoic and composed nature had earned her the trust of the manager and made her an easy target for the candid complaints of her coworkers.
No matter how arrogant Idelli Grace might be, the manager couldn’t afford to offend such a prominent figure from a prestigious family. Naturally, he had no choice but to rely on Riche.
“Yes, understood,” Riche replied simply.
“She’s going to be a handful, you know. Idelli Grace is infamous for her temper,” whispered Elsa, one of her coworkers, leaning close to Riche’s ear. Riche nodded, acknowledging the concern without much emotion.
The manager, still looking uneasy, clapped his hands together to dismiss the gathered employees, who reluctantly dispersed.
While others returned to their tasks with lingering frustration, Riche’s thoughts couldn’t have been more different.
‘This is perfect. Idelli Grace is a well-known ultra-dominant Omega. Observing her up close will provide excellent data.’
***
The kitchen at Queen was a polished marvel of stainless steel and gleaming appliances. Equipped to handle anything from fried and grilled dishes to stir-fried delicacies, it could prepare whatever a customer desired. The drink selection ranged from common spirits to rare and luxurious beverages, neatly stored in the club’s extensive cellar.
Riche, standing amidst the pristine facilities, marveled at how this world was so different from her own. The oven, for example, could light a fire without any wood or fuel. It was a small but constant reminder that she was living in a dimension far removed from the one she called home.
In this world, where the concept of dimensions was barely understood, Riche had one day simply fallen into it.
‘I didn’t think the first attempt to disguise a dimensional gate as a gaming system would actually work. That genius maniac proved yet again that dangerous minds are dangerous everywhere.’
She had been stuck in this world for several years now, making countless attempts to return to her original dimension, but so far, all had been in vain.
In her original dimension, Riche had focused her research on dimensional theory and the study of native populations in other worlds. While her knowledge of dimensional physics exceeded the basics, it still wasn’t enough to devise a way back.
At this point, her best hope was that someone back home would notice her absence and come to rescue her. Until then, she considered herself a castaway.
Still, old habits died hard. Even here, she found herself unable to resist studying the unique traits of the people in this dimension. It was the only truly interesting thing to occupy her time.
“Riche! Food’s ready. Take it out,” called the head chef, setting a serving cart by the counter.
The two-tiered cart held drinks on the lower level and plates of food on the top. Lined up in neat rows were plump prawns, rare delicacies from the western seas, their red-and-white flesh gleaming under the kitchen lights. Alongside them were skewers of barbecue made from tender veal, wrapped with cheese and bacon, their aroma mouthwatering.
At the sight and smell of the sumptuous dishes, Riche’s empty stomach growled audibly.
‘Quite extravagant for bar snacks.’
There were countless Alpha-Omega clubs scattered across the Doblak Empire, but it was precisely this level of refinement and luxury that elevated Club Queen to the top of the industry.
Riche moved toward the upper floor, the sound of the cart’s wheels and the clinking of ice in the drink basket providing a pleasant background rhythm.
The place Idelli Grace had reserved was none other than the topmost floor of Club Queen.
Whrrrrrr.
As Riche rolled the cart down the quiet corridor, she noted how deserted it was. In accordance with Idelli’s very specific and demanding request, there wasn’t a single Alpha or Omega staff member in sight.
Though some might have been disappointed at missing the chance to see Idelli’s entourage up close, no one was foolish enough to risk her infamous wrath by lingering unnecessarily.
‘Idelli’s men.’
This dimension was a paradoxical society—a world of advanced technology, yet one that retained the aristocratic customs, aesthetics, and rigid class structures of old Europe.
Idelli Grace stood at the pinnacle of this feudal hierarchy, infamous as a troublemaker within the noble social circles.
Although the Alpha-Omega society operated on a baseline of decadence, it often maintained a facade of elegance and sophistication. Idelli, however, was a blatant exception. She was known for dragging her followers into scandals wherever she went, so much so that her reputation preceded her.
Her most famous trait? Her outrageous string of romantic entanglements, which had even birthed the term “Idelli’s men.”
Currently, her attention was fixated on one man: the Crown Prince.
With the Emperor practically teetering on the edge of ruin, the Crown Prince had become a prominent figure in the empire. He was an Ultra-Dominant Alpha, the kind so rare that one would be hard-pressed to find another like him across the entire continent.
Renowned for his breathtaking looks and intoxicating pheromones, his personality was said to be as unruly as a wild dog’s. Despite this, his private life remained strangely ascetic—an anomaly that only seemed to enhance his mystique.
‘Idelli’s obsession? What else could it be? The greed of a woman like her only burns brighter for something she can’t easily have,’ thought Riche, recalling the blunt remark made by her coworker Elsa.
Elsa, who always spoke her mind without a filter, had said as much during one of their conversations. She’d even made Riche pinky swear to keep it a secret.
As the memory passed through her mind, Riche stopped the cart. She now stood before a large door with a white platinum finish.
This was the Diamond Room, the most opulent and expansive space on Club Queen’s uppermost floor.
Riche paused for a moment, listening carefully, but no sound came from inside the room.
Knock, knock.
She tapped on the door, but there was no response. The only sound in the quiet corridor was the soft echo of her knocking. Just as she was about to knock again, the door opened slightly, and a sultry voice called out.
“Come in.”
From the moment Riche had first fallen into this dimension, she had noticed that some of its inhabitants possessed unique traits. Over time, she learned to categorize them: those with traits were called Alphas or Omegas, while those without were Betas.
Betas, simply put, were ordinary humans—essentially no different from the people in her original dimension.
Alphas and Omegas, however, were a different story. From Riche’s perspective, they were individuals with fascinating genetic traits that had evolved in unexpected ways. These were humans who exuded pheromones, substances commonly associated with animals in heat, used to attract mates.
Alpha pheromones, for instance, were used to seduce Omegas or to dominate other Alphas.
Riche had jotted down a note in her research log: “Alpha pheromones can be divided into attraction pheromones and dominance pheromones.”
Omegas, on the other hand, produced pheromones that specifically attracted Alphas. Unlike Alphas, Omegas were also capable of pregnancy. This distinction extended even to male Omegas, who could bear children—a biological anomaly that Riche found both astonishing and deeply intriguing.
Men getting pregnant. Incredible.
She couldn’t help but wonder, “If this gene could be appropriately harnessed, it would lead to a host of societal transformations.”
Her coworker, Mikhail, came to mind. He had been quite vocal about wanting to carry a child for his current partner, Janice, a female Alpha from a powerful duchy.
Before entering the room, Riche activated her Pheromone Suppression skill.
Though she had awakened as an Omega a year ago, her pheromone levels were still minimal—barely noticeable even after her recent encounters with Alphas. Nonetheless, she preferred to err on the side of caution.
After ensuring the suppression was in effect, Riche adjusted her grip on the cart and stepped through the door.
The Pheromone Suppression skill was a passive ability that had developed due to Riche’s composed and unflappable nature. While it was useful for navigating her relatively peaceful daily life, it had a notable limitation: encountering pheromones of overwhelming strength would automatically cancel its activation. Despite this, it was generally reliable for her purposes.
Riche imagined turning off a faucet in her mind, making sure not even a single drop of water leaked through. She sniffed the inside of her elbow to double-check—there was no scent at all.
Pheromones, much like other things in this world, were graded by intensity. Among Omegas, those who emitted pheromones so strong that Alphas couldn’t resist them were classified as Dominant Omegas.
The subject of much chatter among the staff, Idelli Grace, was an exceedingly rare Ultra-Dominant Omega, known to possess some of the most potent pheromones in existence.
‘Her pheromones must be powerful. There’s a chance they could disrupt my suppression system.’
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