I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 35 (M)

“Mmmm, Riche, your pussy is so, so good, ahhh!”

Calling her name incessantly, Laska plunged his long penis into her. Riche’s head snapped back as the blunt, pointed shaft slammed into her womb.

“Haaaaaaah!”

She shuddered, her toes curling like a ballerina as she pointed to the floor. The ejaculating Laska embraced her body lovingly, burying his face in her ample breasts.

The young attendant at the Medichina Healing House, assigned to serve Laska, was quite the chatterbox. A little prodding was all it took for him to start spilling details.

“Young Master Laska? You don’t even have to ask. He’s exceptional—even by Medichina family standards. He’s the heir to the title once the Count passes, and when it comes to healing magic, no one even comes close.”

Laska Medichina was far more remarkable than Riche had initially thought.

To think she had managed to secure such a valuable asset.

She truly was lucky.

What started as a simple trip to buy potions had led her to an outstanding—and highly useful—partner.

Laska was a walking library of knowledge, a master of healing magic and an expert in Alpha-Omega physiology research. He possessed a wealth of data Riche had never encountered before.

And if that weren’t enough, he was a constant source of potions.

She no longer had to worry about post-sex muscle pain.

That alone made her grin from ear to ear—muscle aches had been far more bothersome than she had expected.

And then there was his personality.

He was kind to the point of foolishness, innocent enough to willingly serve as her personal test subject.

Riche felt completely satisfied, as if she had submerged herself in an ocean of knowledge.

Her understanding of this world had expanded, her perception broadened—it was a pleasure rivaling even sex.

With Laska, she could experiment freely—things she could never try with Kairos or Raymond, who still believed her to be just a typical recessive Omega.

Time and time again, Laska would flush red, letting himself be led by her whims—until his patience snapped, and he turned the tables on her.

Beyond his usefulness in research, he was also a high-ranking noble—a Count’s heir and an Alpha of status, which meant he possessed valuable knowledge about the upper echelons of society.

That, too, was a tremendous asset to her.

But at this moment—

“What did you just say?”

Riche’s voice rose unexpectedly.

Her widened eyes sharpened, pupils turning rigid.

Laska hesitated before cautiously asking—

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No, it’s not that… just now, you mentioned something about a paper…”

“Ah, you mean the one about beings from another dimension?”

Something flickered across Riche’s gaze—an emotion Laska couldn’t quite decipher.

She was difficult to read as it was, but this reaction…

It was unusual.

Intrigued, Laska continued, pleased to elaborate.

“It was published by the Gréneuil Academy. It’s a scholarly society led by mages. Occasionally, they present theories capable of reshaping the world’s paradigm, though many of their ideas are nothing more than wild fantasies.”

“And what exactly did this paper say… about dimensional beings?”

Riche’s voice was quiet, seemingly unchanged from usual.

Laska thought nothing of it as he searched his memory.

“I didn’t pay much attention since it sounded absurd, but here’s what I recall.”

Riche remained silent, listening intently.

“The world we live in might be just one of many dimensions. Beyond our atmosphere, other dimensions could exist. And if we can understand the mechanics of how these dimensions open, we might be able to cross between them.”

Each word struck her like a hammer against glass.

Riche felt her breath catch.

“Sounds far-fetched, doesn’t it?” Laska asked with an easy smile.

“Ha…”

“When the Tower Master first presented this theory, the room was so stunned that no one even clapped. Of course, no one dared to mock the Tower Master, either. It was as shocking as when, 500 years ago, someone proposed that another continent existed beyond the seas—though perhaps even more so. At least, in that case, there was evidence to suggest it. If anyone other than the Tower Master had made this claim, it likely would’ve been laughed off and forgotten.”

“Forgotten, huh?”

Riche’s fingers curled into her palm. Her voice was slightly hurried, her interest impossible to mask.

Laska noticed her change in demeanor. “Riche?”

“I’m just… curious. It’s a subject I have an interest in.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I never expected you to be intrigued by something like this.”

Still, pleased by her curiosity, he continued.

“Even if the theory sounds outlandish, it wasn’t ignored outright—simply because he was the one who proposed it. It sparked quite a debate.”

“He must be an influential figure.”

“Of course. He’s the Master of the Mage Tower—the highest authority in magic. Though, to be honest, he’s a bit of an eccentric. He’s reshaped the paradigm of magic more than once, but he also enjoys throwing out bizarre theories just to stir things up. This might be another one of those times. The Tower hasn’t made any groundbreaking announcements lately, so he could’ve just been making noise for the sake of it.”

“Ah… I see.”

Riche nodded, but her gaze was unfocused.

Her mind, however, was razor-sharp.

Mage Tower Master.

She burned the name into her memory.

Unlike the skeptical Laska, she believed that announcement.

How could she not?

She was living proof of dimensional travel.

And unlike this world, her original dimension had already made significant advancements in interdimensional studies.

The concept of parallel dimensions wasn’t just a theoretical marvel—it was a treasure trove of untapped knowledge, a realm of limitless potential.

And now, in a world lagging far behind in technological progress, she had finally found a lead on dimensional travel.

Her heart pounded violently.

For over a year, she had been half-resigned to her fate.

But now—for the first time in a long while—hope swelled in her chest.

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[New information acquired: ‘Dimensional Travel.’]

[A new quest has been unlocked.]

Riche’s vision filled with floating text, crisp and clear.

[Quest Triggered.]

[The Mage Tower Master, Grauje Rostinarus, possesses knowledge about dimensional travel.
Travel to the Mage Tower and earn his favor.]

[Success Reward: The possibility of returning to your original dimension (though the chance is extremely low).]

[Failure Penalty: Permanent entrapment in this world. You will become a test subject in the Mage Tower’s experiments.]

The dual weight of the reward and penalty sent a chill down her spine.

Succeed, and she might return home.

Fail… and she would be nothing more than a research specimen.

For a brief moment, Riche’s blue eyes flashed with an eerie glow before dimming once more.