I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 30

“T-this crazy woman started faking an illness out of nowhere…” Gobert stammered.

“I told you to explain,” the man repeated coldly.

Still gasping for breath, Riche tilted her head up. Her teary, blurred vision caught a hazy silhouette.

The man wore robes similar to the healer from earlier, but everything about him felt different. His presence was colder yet oddly gentle—calm yet unyielding. His ash-gray hair reflected the light faintly, while his black eyes seemed to absorb it entirely. The rare dark color stirred a strange sense of kinship in her. Black wasn’t a common hue in this dimension.

For a fleeting moment, Riche was mesmerized. She quickly snapped back to reality, chastising herself. The longer she stayed in this world, the heavier her loneliness grew. Over a year had passed without a clear solution, and in that time, her anxiety and restlessness had only multiplied.

“Young master…” Gobert muttered, his eyes darting nervously.

Laska raised a brow.

“Young master?”

“My… my apologies! I misspoke, healer,” Gobert said quickly, folding his hands and bowing deeply. His posture was submissive, but Laska’s icy gaze remained unwavering.

The longer Laska stared at him, the paler Gobert’s face grew. His breathing grew ragged under the weight of that silent scrutiny.

“I-it’s nothing serious, really! Just a little misunderstanding…”

“….”

“Well, uh… what I meant was…” Gobert’s voice trailed off as he scrambled to find a way out of his predicament.

Riche, still cradling her sore neck, lowered her eyes pitifully. Laska’s expression darkened even further. Gobert glanced sideways at her, realizing he was cornered. He closed his eyes and sighed in defeat.

He began to confess, though not without attempts to twist the truth in his favor. Every time he tried to bend the facts, Riche corrected him, her calm rebuttals cutting through his lies. Laska’s unyielding gaze ensured that Gobert couldn’t maintain the charade for long. Eventually, he confessed everything. His shoulders slumped, and his head drooped in despair as he looked at the ground, completely defeated.

Finally, Gobert dropped to his knees, his voice trembling with desperation.

“I’m sorry! Healer, I deeply regret breaking the rules of the Medichina Healing Center. Please, just this once—grant me mercy!”

“Am I the only one you need to apologize to?”

“W-what?” Gobert looked up in confusion.

“I asked,” Laska said, his voice as calm as ever, “am I the only one you owe an apology to?”

His deep voice resonated in the air, perfectly controlled yet devoid of emotion. Though the tone was pleasing to the ear, it sent a chill down Gobert’s spine.

Gobert shuddered. “Once again… I apologize for violating the rules of the Medichina Healing Center. I assure you it won’t happen again—”

“That’s not what I meant,” Laska interrupted.

“…Pardon?” Gobert blinked, bewildered.

Laska’s cold, unrelenting gaze didn’t waver. Gobert’s face turned bright red with humiliation. His neck stiffened, and then slowly, begrudgingly, he bent forward. Planting his hands on the floor, he lowered his head toward Riche.

But the words wouldn’t come. Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Ah… so his pride is too hurt to apologize to a woman he thinks is just a barmaid.

Riche clicked her tongue in mock sympathy.

At that exact moment, Laska did the same. Their eyes met.

Unlike his earlier harsh tone, Laska’s eyes were surprisingly gentle. Compared to the cold, mechanical impression of the healer from before, Laska felt almost… warm. He exuded the calmness of autumn leaves—soft and damp, yet comforting to those in need of shelter.

Riche’s nose twitched at the scent carried by the passing breeze, a strange feeling welling up inside her.

Ah…

His steps leading him here were neither a stroke of luck for her nor an unexpected coincidence. Laska Medichina was an Alpha—judging by the deep, rich scent, most likely a dominant Alpha.

Laska narrowed his eyes for a brief moment. Before Riche had a chance to express her confusion, he turned his gaze toward Gobert.

“So your apology was just empty words?”

Gobert’s face shifted between pale blue and deep red, over and over again.

“But this woman…”

A chilling cold pricked at the skin. It was the sheer force of pheromones emanating from Laska. Though Gobert, as a Beta, couldn’t physically sense the pheromones, he wasn’t oblivious to the heavy, ice-cold atmosphere settling around them.

Gobert, fidgeting anxiously, forced himself to lift his head. He avoided looking directly at Riche, instead letting his gaze hover near her feet, unwilling to meet her eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Riche’s voice was ice-cold. She hadn’t expected things to unfold like this, but she didn’t mind it. She felt no sympathy for Gobert, who was trembling in humiliation. The spot on her nape where he had jabbed his finger still tingled. Gobert’s face twisted grotesquely as he stole a glance at Laska. His sigh was filled with despair.

“For lying… for deceiving you… I’m sorry. I was blinded by greed.”

“And?”

Gobert’s jaw tightened.

“There’s… more?”

“There is. I was offended.”

His rugged face showed a trace of resignation.

“I also apologize… for looking down on you as just some barmaid.”

Hearing his barely audible voice, Riche smiled brightly.

[Apology received from Gobert, servant of Medichina Healing Center.
Gained an apology from Medichina Healing Center.]

“I will notify you later regarding the consequences of this matter.”

After all this? Gobert lifted his head with an indignant look, but upon seeing Laska’s expression—one that seemed utterly impenetrable—he hung his head in defeat.

Once Gobert disappeared, only Laska and Riche remained. She could feel his gaze on her. Massaging her still-aching nape, Riche widened her eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

Then, she looked at the man who had bowed his head before her.

“It is shameful that I was unaware someone from my household was committing such acts. As the head of Medichina Healing Center, I sincerely apologize. If there is anything you desire, please let me know. I will provide healing potions free of charge.”

Riche felt an unexpected wave of emotion at his simple, sincere apology and the sight of his bowed head, covered in dark hair. In truth, this was how it should be. When someone does wrong, they should apologize—it was only natural. But perhaps because she had never been granted that basic decency in this world, Laska’s honest apology left a deep impression on her.

“It’s fine.”

Her voice came out rough from her strained throat. She cleared it with a small cough, but the lingering pain made her unconsciously knit her brows.

“Just receiving healing potions is more than enough. Thank you for helping me.”

Of course, from the perspective of Medichina Healing Center, the compensation Laska offered was nothing significant. But that didn’t matter to Riche. She had no intention of using this incident as an opportunity to gain more than she needed.

Laska, however, looked at her with a calm gaze that suggested he thought otherwise.

“If not healing potions, would you accept some other form of assistance?”

“There’s nothing else I need.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. The healing potions are enough.”

“But as an acquired Omega, you must have some difficulties.”

“…!”

Riche’s eyes widened. It felt like she had been struck on the back of the head with a hammer.

Acquired Omega.

‘How does he know that?’

“Ah, was that supposed to be a secret?”

Laska tilted his head slightly as he looked at her stiffened expression. A few strands of his silver-gray hair fell over his forehead. He studied her for a moment before speaking in a slightly troubled tone.

“I recognized it from your pheromones. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

She couldn’t fully trust that assurance. And the fact that he had identified her just by scent—no Alpha or Omega she had met until now had ever assumed she was an acquired Omega. It made Riche view him with even more suspicion.

‘Is he planning to use this against me?’

It was entirely possible. She had never encountered another acquired Omega in this world. Even Elsa, who was well-experienced, had only heard rumors but had never seen one in person. Acquired Omegas were rare enough to be considered a mere curiosity, something people only spoke about in passing.

If their roles were reversed—if she were Laska—would she be able to ignore such a rare research subject appearing before her? He might not seem like the type, but still… people tended to notice things that were relevant to them. The possibility made her tense.

As she remained silent, Laska let out a small, perplexed smile. Riche raised a single eyebrow. The gentle yet striking features of his face were fully revealed in that faint smile. When he was expressionless, the warmth in his face had been hidden, but now, it seeped through, especially in his dark eyes.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. It’s just that…”

Laska hesitated over his words, furrowing his brows slightly before sighing.

“I simply thought it was right to compensate you, since a member of my household acted so rudely.”

“How did you know I was an acquired Omega?”

Riche remained wary as she asked.

“I already told you. I could tell from your pheromones.”

Laska tapped the side of his nose lightly. Riche instinctively sniffed the air. A faint trace of her pheromones, which had leaked out earlier, still lingered in the atmosphere.

“The subtle sweetness of your pheromones—it reminds me of peaches. I’ve encountered it a few times before. Acquired Omegas are rare even among Omegas, but I was fortunate enough to meet a few in the past. However…”

His brow furrowed briefly as if he was assessing something. Then, he took a deliberate step back, as though realizing something unsettling.

“…Their pheromones were never this potent. They didn’t have this kind of overwhelming scent that lures in Alphas.”

“…”

Riche studied him carefully as he observed her. Their locked gazes carried an unspoken scrutiny, both of them analyzing the other. Then, realizing simultaneously that they were staring too intently, they both flinched and stepped back at the same time.

An awkward silence stretched between them.

Riche caught a familiar scent from Laska—one that felt akin to her own. He was a healer. Even in her original dimension, doctors and healers were those who had mastered the human body. But in this world, healers seemed to hold an even greater significance.

Since she had dedicated herself to studying the physical, mental, and environmental conditions of this world’s native inhabitants, the knowledge Laska had accumulated as one of them was something she found particularly intriguing.

What did he know?
How much did he know?

A calculating glint of curiosity flickered in Riche’s eyes as she decided to probe.

“You seem quite knowledgeable about this trait.”

Laska nodded without hesitation.

“Yes. Those who do not originally possess the trait but later manifest as an Alpha or Omega are called acquired manifestation cases. Their pheromones tend to have a unique scent. But more importantly, acquired Omegas have a critical issue.”

“Issue?”

“Obsagen doesn’t work well on them, does it?”

“Obsagen?”

“The heat cycle suppressant.”

Perhaps assuming she wasn’t familiar with the term, Laska kindly explained, but Riche was too caught up in her own thoughts to fully absorb his words.

“My patient didn’t respond to Obsagen at all. So every heat cycle was excruciating for them. The suppressant was ineffective, so the fever never subsided, and their body, consumed by desire, was…”

Laska hesitated, trailing off, but Riche could easily fill in the blanks.

‘They must have only been able to endure their heat through sex with an Alpha.’

She had heard from barmaids and other Omegas that the lust ignited during a heat cycle was completely different from ordinary sexual desire. The reason Alphas and Omegas were often dismissed as instinct-driven beasts was precisely because of this. The heat cycle and rut were defining characteristics of their kind—so overpowering that they were referred to as seasons rather than mere urges.

Losing all reason, spreading one’s legs for any passing Alpha, begging shamelessly to be taken—no matter how liberated an Omega was, such a thing was difficult to embrace. And for noble ladies, who were expected to present themselves as refined and cultured, it was utterly unthinkable. Obsagen was an essential tool for preserving their dignity.