After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 34

Lin Changsheng’s secret love for Mo Zhaoyan had started back in high school.

Her first love had left a deep mark on her — unknowingly, Mo Zhaoyan had become a light in her life, an obsession she could never let go.

But if asked how well she truly knew Mo Zhaoyan, Lin Changsheng would be at a loss for words.

During those years of silent admiration, she had only dared to watch from a distance, hiding her feelings deep within her heart, never daring to express them. Later, when Mo Zhaoyan went abroad, all Lin Changsheng could do was secretly collect news about her.

What kind of person was Mo Zhaoyan, really?

In the eyes of outsiders, she was always cold and distant. But after spending time with her recently, Lin Changsheng realized that Mo Zhaoyan was extraordinarily patient and gentle with her — even doting at times.

Lin Changsheng knew that these feelings weren’t truly meant for her — they were for the original “her,” the one Mo Zhaoyan had once loved.

And after seeing Mo Zhaoyan’s cold decisiveness today, Lin Changsheng couldn’t help but feel a chill.

If one day, Mo Zhaoyan realizes I’m not the person she loved… what would happen to me?

Lin Changsheng didn’t dare imagine it.

She had already grown used to Mo Zhaoyan’s kindness.
She had started to depend on it.
She had started to fear losing her.

Why?

Why did fate give me hope if it only meant to take it away later?

I never dared to dream of being with her. So why would the heavens give me this, only to cruelly snatch it back?

Lin Changsheng pressed her lips tightly together, swallowing the bitterness in her heart.

—

After Mo Zhaoran left, the two remaining at the table fell into a heavy silence.

Lin Changsheng was worried about the future — about the moment her secrets might be exposed.
Meanwhile, Mo Zhaoyan was worried that Lin Changsheng might come into contact with remnants of the past, pushing the world back toward the tragic trajectory of the previous life.

Even though the current Lin Changsheng seemed different, Mo Zhaoyan was still deeply afraid.

She couldn’t let history repeat itself.

Perhaps realizing that her earlier coldness had frightened Lin Changsheng, Mo Zhaoyan wanted to find a topic to ease the tension.

But Lin Changsheng didn’t give her the chance.

She quickly finished her meal, casually said goodbye, and retreated to her room — not even giving Mo Zhaoyan a single glance.

Lin Changsheng was afraid.
Afraid of sinking deeper into a love that wasn’t meant for her.
She needed to keep her distance — for her own sake.

This sudden change in Lin Changsheng’s attitude unsettled Mo Zhaoyan.

She was terrified.
Terrified that Lin Changsheng might remember something.
Terrified that the “other” Lin Changsheng would return.

A sudden, shocking thought crossed Mo Zhaoyan’s mind.

Am I… afraid of that Lin Changsheng returning?

Did her subconscious already separate the current Lin Changsheng from the one in her past?

Maybe it was because of these past days — the sweetness, the warmth — that she had been pulled back into long-forgotten feelings of love.

She realized:
It wasn’t just Lin Changsheng who was afraid of losing.
She was afraid too.

“Body swap, huh?”

Mo Zhaoyan let out a self-deprecating laugh.

She couldn’t believe she was even entertaining such a fantastical idea.
And yet, if it wasn’t a soul swap, how could the current Lin Changsheng resemble the person she loved so much — in habits, in smiles, even in the smallest, most intimate gestures?

The more she thought about it, the more she feared.

After their marriage, Lin Changsheng’s personality had drastically changed.
It wasn’t just her temperament — even her small habits had shifted.

Back then, Mo Zhaoyan had been too busy with work, assuming it was her own negligence that had caused the drift between them.

And when Lin Changsheng’s behavior became unbearable, they eventually divorced.

Yet Lin Changsheng had always held a place in Mo Zhaoyan’s heart.
She had blamed herself for everything that went wrong.

Now, thinking about it…

If it truly is a soul swap,
I hope Lin Changsheng can stay like this forever.

Even though she told herself not to believe in such impossible things, deep down, she wanted to believe it.

Whether it was amnesia or something even more fantastical — As long as Lin Changsheng remained the one, she loved, nothing else mattered.

Meanwhile, Lin Changsheng hid in her room, her mind a tangled mess.

She started to doubt whether she should even be occupying this body — Whether she deserved to accept a love that wasn’t meant for her.

Unable to endure the guilt any longer, she contacted the system.

“Is there really no way for me to leave this world?” she asked quietly.

She wanted to return to her own world — A world where Mo Zhaoyan might never know her, where she could hide her feelings forever.

At least there, she wouldn’t have to live with this crushing guilt.

The system didn’t know how to comfort her.

They didn’t dare tell her the truth — That the one Mo Zhaoyan loved wasn’t someone else.
It had always been her.

And if Lin Changsheng were to remember the past… the dark forces dormant inside her would awaken once again.

If that happened — This fragile world would collapse all over again.

“Yes, you cannot leave this world. You have already merged with this body. If you were to leave it, you would die as well,” the system continued to deceive Lin Changsheng with this excuse.

Although the system could detect that the Dark Entity still existed and had already communicated with Lin Changsheng, it was unable to access the details of their conversation. Therefore, it could only try to persuade him with words: “Please do not be influenced by the original soul, and avoid any further contact with her. As long as you complete the mission, we will thoroughly seal her away. Please rest assured.”

Lin Changsheng was not particularly worried about the original soul emerging. Over the past few days, she had been very quiet. He had even tried to communicate with her. Although she initially ignored him, their relationship had recently become somewhat harmonious.

Seeing that communicating with the system was fruitless, Lin Changsheng gave up on further dialogue and instead launched a new round of heartfelt “education” towards the original soul.

The Dark Changsheng had long grown tired of Lin Changsheng’s persistent preaching. Watching his internal conflict only made her feel more frustrated. Rarely, she decided to explain: “You don’t need to be so concerned. I’ve said it before: I am you, and you are me. Mo Zhaoyan’s affection for you is genuine.”

Lin Changsheng was still unsure what she truly meant. “What should I call you?” he asked. “Both of us are named Lin Changsheng; it’s rather awkward.”

Seeing Lin Changsheng take the initiative with such a friendly attitude made the Dark Changsheng uncomfortable. She recalled the earlier Lin Changsheng—when he had first come into contact with her, he had also attempted to coexist peacefully, but never with the naivety and kindness he was now displaying.

Indeed, a child who had not yet experienced real hardship—so naïve, it was frightening.

“Call me Xingyun,” she said.

It was the first time that Xingyun had ever volunteered any information about herself. Yet the name she chose left Lin Changsheng stunned; wasn’t the original soul supposed to have the same name as himself?

“Did you come up with this name yourself? You decided so quickly,” he said.

Since her birth, Xingyun had lived under Lin Changsheng’s face and name, existing solely to replace him. After Lin Changsheng broke down, she had fully taken over, accomplishing what he never could.

How weak Lin Changsheng had been—bullied without daring to retaliate, always choosing to forgive, how laughable.

“I just thought of it,” Xingyun replied indifferently. “It’s better than you fumbling every time, not knowing what to call me.”

“Alright, Xingyun. What a beautiful name,” Lin Changsheng said warmly.

Xingyun, unwilling to continue the conversation, immediately blocked off communication with Lin Changsheng. She shut herself away in the deepest part of his heart, ignoring the outside world, entering a state of dormancy. She was waiting for Lin Changsheng to regain his memories; when his emotions finally collapsed, her strength would grow much stronger.

Just as she closed her eyes, Lin Changsheng’s unbearably sweet voice echoed once again: “You don’t have a name? Since you came from a meteor, you shall be called Xingyun.”

Xingyun’s eyes snapped open. She glanced around, but that familiar figure was nowhere to be seen. She was still trapped deep in darkness. Only then did she let out a slight sigh of relief.

Yet those words still echoed in her ears:
“I can help you. I am you. Why allow yourself to be bullied? We can fight back. We can kill them all and make them suffer the punishment they deserve.”

“No, you are not me.”

Xingyun angrily shattered those lingering memories. This boundless darkness—she had been trapped here ever since her birth, parasitizing Lin Changsheng’s body. It was Lin Changsheng who had given her a name and had once attempted to coexist with her.

How laughable. She was born from the dark side of Lin Changsheng’s heart, growing by feeding on his negative emotions.
“I only wanted to protect you. I really could have protected you. Why did you refuse to coexist with me? Why did you reject me? Why did you seal me away?
You once said you wanted to coexist with me, just like you do now.
Lin Changsheng, you had better pray you never regain your memories… How long can Mo Zhaoyan protect you? In the end, I am your true belonging.”

Although Xingyun often voiced her irritation at Lin Changsheng, the Lin Changsheng before her now resembled the one she had first encountered—a Lin Changsheng who, despite having suffered hardships, still retained inner kindness. It was only later, when she was broken down piece by piece, that the darkness grew, and with it, Xingyun herself.

Xingyun understood the secret of this world: it had been a mistake by the system that caused a meteor, carrying her essence, to crash into Earth. The meteor buried itself deep underground, and the land nourished by its energy began to blossom with Immortal Flowers.

The pollen of the Immortal Flower was carried by the wind across the world. Humanity began to split into A, B, and O classes, bringing about genetic stratification.

Lin Changsheng had discovered the existence of the Immortal Flower—and the meteor. She was the first to come into direct contact with it, thus becoming Xingyun’s host.

The system wanted to erase Xingyun’s existence, but to do so, it had to destroy Lin Changsheng. However, without the protagonist, the world would collapse.
Moreover, Xingyun retained memories of the previous timeline: after her actions led to disaster, Mo Zhaoyan had somehow managed to reboot the world.

Thus, the world fell into an endless cycle of resets. That was why Lin Changsheng now differed from her former self.

It was as if Lin Changsheng had returned to an earlier version of herself—a time before Xingyun had influenced her.

Xingyun wasn’t sure if this change was caused by Mo Zhaoyan’s reset, but she was not afraid. The experiences that had once shattered Lin Changsheng had been real; the pain, unforgettable. It was only a matter of time before those memories resurfaced.

Xingyun was actually curious to see how the system intended to save this world.
No matter what it tried, as long as Lin Changsheng died, Mo Zhaoyan would once again reset the world—an endless, vicious cycle.

“I’d like to see,” Xingyun sneered inwardly, “Mo Zhaoyan, just how do you plan to save Lin Changsheng?”

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