I Became the Omega in a Game - Chapter 39
Understanding the mind of someone like him wouldn’t be easy. And if his estimated age was truly over a hundred…
Regardless of whether it was a magical side effect or something else, no human should remain young for so long. Anything that strays too far from normalcy eventually verges on the unnatural. Could his mind really be intact?
Riche, who had considered the Tower Master her last hope, suddenly felt uneasy.
“Ahh… ahh… T-Tower Master…!”
The woman let out a long moan and fell to the ground. The man’s tightly muscled hips jerked. Then he arched his back. His sweaty hips jerked, the momentum of his thrusts furious.
Thud, white cum dripped onto the grass. He sighed lightly and slapped the woman’s arse as if she were a trickster.
“Good work, Rebecca.”
“Ugh, come on. I have to sit for hours once I go back inside, and you just had to go this hard on me… Now I’ll have to dig out my cushion again.”
“Stop exaggerating. Go on, get inside. The old men must be looking for you by now.”
“…Seriously? They’re only looking for me because you’re avoiding them!”
“I’m lucky to have such a capable aide.”
The Tower Master pulled up his trousers with a lazy grin, reaching out to smack Rebecca’s rear.
Smack!
The sharp sound echoed through the clearing. Rebecca, who had been fastening the hook of her undergarments, shuddered in irritation.
“Ugh! Stop acting like some sleazy old man!”
“Oh? So fussy today. Now, hurry along inside.”
Riche’s eyes widened in shock.
Rebecca, who had merely nodded in response, suddenly lifted off the ground. She floated effortlessly into the air, scolding the Tower Master as she drifted toward the direction of the Mage Tower.
“Stop fooling around and get back already!”
And just like that, she disappeared into the distance.
Riche’s lips parted slightly in amazement. She had never seen such a method of travel before.
Magic really is incredibly useful…
A flicker of desire stirred within her—she wanted to master it.
Only after Rebecca was gone did Riche’s attention shift back to the Tower Master. He casually pulled up his trousers and perched himself on a nearby rock. Despite his slightly languid posture, he looked composed—so much so that it was hard to believe he had just been engaged in such a reckless act in the middle of the forest.
Compared to Laska, his licentiousness seemed far more befitting of an Alpha.
Riche still couldn’t fully comprehend such promiscuity. But if that was simply part of their nature, what could she do? It wasn’t something she found particularly good or bad—just… incompatible with her.
She reminded herself that forming prejudices before even speaking to him would be unwise. More than anything, she needed to win his favor.
‘Now, what should I do? Should I approach him?’
She hesitated, watching as he pulled out a cigar and lit it. Before witnessing his little escapade, she had thought, Lucky! A chance to talk to the Tower Master! But now… the situation had become far more awkward.
Wouldn’t it be strange to introduce herself after seeing that? First impressions were crucial.
‘Yeah… maybe not right now.’
Deciding it was best to act as if she had seen nothing, Riche quietly lowered herself. She would make her way to the Mage Tower and go through the proper channels instead.
The moment Riche took a single step—
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She froze, instinctively pressing her back against the tree. But it was futile.
“I was wondering when you’d come out, but now you’re just sneaking away? Was the show not entertaining enough?”
“…….”
“Are you some kind of adorable little assassin? Trying to hide from a wizard, of all people?”
The teasing voice sent a sharp realization through her—she had made a grave mistake.
Her opponent was a wizard.
Magic was still unfamiliar to her, but she knew enough to understand that a wizard could perform miracles beyond imagination. Tracking someone was likely the simplest of tasks, especially for the leader of all wizards. Not only had the Tower Master already detected her presence, but he had probably seen everything.
Leaves rustled as she slowly stepped out from behind the tree.
“Oh?”
The Tower Master rounded his lips in mock surprise. His expression barely changed, making his reaction feel more like a taunt than genuine astonishment.
“You’re prettier than I expected.”
Riche scowled at the crude remark.
His face was refined—elegant, even. He had the clean-cut appearance of a noble heir, but the way he whistled at her was no different from a back-alley ruffian.
The Tower Master tilted his head to the side.
“You don’t smell like blood, so you’re not an assassin. But you’re also not some lost hunter or herbalist who wandered in by accident…”
His gaze trailed over her body, lingering on her well-fitted, polished attire.
“No, definitely not.”
“…….”
“So, who might you be?”
A faint ember glowed at the tip of his cigar, burning red as it peeked out between his lips. Wisps of white smoke curled into the sky like delicate butterflies.
Riche studied the man before her.
Grauji Rostinarus. The Tower Master. A high-tier mage, estimated to be over a century old.
Though his physical aging had allegedly stopped due to the side effects of magic, he looked no older than his early thirties. His demeanor was laid-back, almost sly, but the sharp glint behind his glasses revealed a calculating mind.
His silver hair and pale skin complemented the gold-rimmed glasses resting on his nose. Behind the transparent lenses, his eyes were an incredibly deep navy—so dark they were nearly black, like the midnight sky glittering with distant galaxies.
It dawned on her then—the glasses weren’t just for show. They softened the intensity of his gaze, likely serving as a deliberate veil.
He was tall and lean. Unlike knights like Kairos and Raymond, who had broad, muscular builds, his frame had an elegant refinement. He sat with one leg crossed, cigar in hand, wearing an easygoing smile that made him seem approachable—charming, even.
Looking at him now, it was hard to believe this was the same man who had just been ruthlessly pounding into a woman moments ago.
But that’s not the point right now.
Recalling Laska’s advice, Riche straightened her posture. She needed to be respectful, but not servile.
“Greetings, Tower Master. It’s an honor to meet you.”
“Oh? What exactly is the ‘honor’ here? Getting a front-row seat to my little rendezvous?”
Riche furrowed her brows. She had no right to feel indignant—she had witnessed something she shouldn’t have. But even so, that response was downright absurd.
“Alright, fine. I’m in a good mood, so let’s hear it.”
“…Excuse me?”
“You came looking for me, didn’t you?”
Somehow, this felt like trying to sell a product to a reluctant customer. It was a bit off-putting—but at the same time, she had no reason to complain. After all, she had been struggling to get an audience with him, and now here he was, giving her his full attention.
She thought back to yesterday—when she had been thrown out of the forest in the blink of an eye. Compared to that, this was a golden opportunity.
“I appreciate your generosity. In that case, I won’t waste time.”
Standing tall, Riche lowered her voice into a solemn tone.
“Tower Master, I propose a debate.”
“…Huh?”
Grauji blinked in genuine surprise.
“I’ve heard that wizards frequently hold discussions on specific topics. Occasionally, they even engage with non-mages.”
With her neatly pressed suit and composed demeanor, Riche resembled a librarian proposing an academic forum rather than a desperate researcher seeking an audience.
Grauji ran a hand through his long, silver hair, clearly caught off guard.
“Wait… That’s really not what I was expecting.”
“Why?”
“Well, since you were watching my little session so intently—”
—Intently?
Grauji’s sharp eyes curved seductively as he smirked.
“I thought maybe you were interested in me.”
“That wasn’t my intention.”
“Yeah, I can see that now. Not that kind of interest, at least.”
His voice turned flat, interest rapidly fading from his expression.
Riche stiffened. This wasn’t good. Without Grauji’s help, dimensional travel was an impossible dream.
Panicked, she hurriedly began listing out her carefully prepared arguments. But he didn’t seem to care. He simply puffed on his cigar with the detached air of someone who had heard this a thousand times before.
“So, basically, you need me. Ah, but not my magnificent cock—just my brain.”
She ignored the click of his tongue at the end of the sentence.
“…I suppose that’s correct.”
“Well, you’re not wrong. We do entertain outsiders sometimes.”
“…….”
“But those so-called ‘outsiders’ aren’t exactly the common folk you think they are.”
“What do you mean?”
“Did you naively believe otherwise?”
“So you’re saying—”
“Compared to a mage, even a high-ranking noble is just an ordinary person.”
“…….”
“Plenty of people want to have discussions with us. Think about it—our heads are like walking libraries.”
Coming from anyone else, that statement would have sounded unbearably arrogant, but Grauji said it with a dull nonchalance, as if it was such a given that he found it tedious to explain.
“Talking to us isn’t hard. Mages may be smart and have unique abilities, but we’re still human. But that doesn’t mean we’ll talk to just anyone.”
“…….”
“After all, a proper conversation between an adult and a child isn’t really possible, is it? And if there’s one thing mages absolutely loathe, it’s wasting time.”
Riche’s expression hardened.
He was telling her, outright, that she wasn’t qualified.
He hadn’t even bothered to ask about her background or hidden potential—he had already judged her as insignificant.
For the first time in her life, she wasn’t just being underestimated—she was being dismissed. It was such an unfamiliar experience that she felt more stunned than angry.
“For someone who hates wasting time, you sure are spending quite a bit of it explaining all this to me.”
“…What?”
“You claim to dislike wasting time, yet here you are, generously indulging me in conversation.”
She kept her voice level, watching as his eyebrows drew together.
“And I doubt it’s because you’re naturally so kind-hearted.”
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Kaiha
hii thank you for translating this, it’s definitely one of my favourites off all time! was just wondering where this weeks update is? no rush and thank you again!