After Becoming a Scummy Alpha, I Met the Reborn Omega - Chapter 55

The woman in front of her was visibly unstable. Lin Changsheng stared at the gun aimed directly at her, frozen in place—unable to make a move. She couldn’t afford to die here. Flashes of memories with Mo Zhaoyan surged through her mind. She still had reasons to hold on to this world.

“Yes, this world is full of darkness and violence,” Lin said gently, “but you still have justice. You still have ideals. Officer Chen—you were a good cop.”

To speak such words to a serial killer—calling her a “good cop”—was not what anyone would expect. But Lin Changsheng remained astonishingly calm.

In contrast, Chen Lin was falling apart. Lin’s sudden appearance had disrupted her mission. It also shattered the illusion Su Jing had cast over her, gradually awakening her mind. But the more clarity she gained, the more her two conflicting selves clashed inside her. Holding the man hostage, she kept retreating, torn apart by both her pain and the reality that Lin Changsheng was the only person who could bring her back.

“I’m not a good cop…”

Chen Lin had made far too many mistakes in her life—toward her mentor, toward Lin Changsheng. She had always known she was obsessive, and that her fixation had caused Lin immense, irreparable harm. Because of her negligence, the true perpetrator who had hurt Lin had escaped justice by hiding in prison. Worse, Chen herself had been influenced by Su Jing.

What good was the justice she had spent her life protecting? The villains always walked free, while the victims bore the blame. Chen Lin knew exactly what she was doing now—enacting her own brand of justice. But what if that justice itself… was already twisted?

“You’re only acting under Su Jing’s influence. Stop this.”

Lin spoke her name again—Su Jing. And that was the crux of it all. Su Jing possessed the ability to manipulate people’s hearts, leading them, step by step, down the path of corruption. Lin had once been a victim of this herself. And now, so was Chen Lin.

To Su Jing, these people weren’t masterpieces. They were playthings—shaped and discarded at will, pawns in her descent-into-madness vision.

There was a flicker in Chen Lin’s eyes—an unmistakable moment of clarity. If she had been hell-bent on killing, such hesitation would never have appeared. Lin saw that hesitation and took a brave step forward.

“Come on. Put down the gun. We still have a chance to catch Su Jing, don’t we?”

Her tone softened, as if coaxing a child. And for a moment, it worked. Chen Lin’s grip loosened. Her expression wavered.

But then her eyes hardened again—dark and bitter—murmuring over and over: “No… I can’t stop. The law can’t punish them. Only I can…”

Her face alternated between viciousness, rage, and sudden eerie calm—like a pendulum swinging between madness and lucidity. For brief moments, she became the Chen Lin Lin Changsheng once knew.

“It’s okay. Trust me,” Lin whispered.

At last, her words reached her. The fierceness drained from Chen Lin’s eyes. Sweat dripped from her forehead. She trembled.

“I’ve killed too many people… I can’t go back. I can’t help you with Su Jing anymore. She’s too terrifying…”

It seemed as if Chen Lin was struggling against some other will inside her. The phenomenon resembled dissociative identity disorder, but Lin Changsheng recognized something else—something all too familiar. She saw in Chen Lin the same inner struggle she once had with Xingyun.

“You still have a way out. I’ll help you.”

Chen Lin opened her mouth, perhaps to speak—but then, the sound of police sirens echoed in the distance. She knew she was out of time.

Instead of panic, a calm, resigned smile spread across her face.

Lin Changsheng’s heart sank.

Chen Lin turned the gun.

Not toward herself.

But toward the prisoner she had taken hostage.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger.

Bang—

The first gunshot rang out.

The police were nearly there. The hostage who could have ensured Chen Lin’s safe escape was now dead. There was nothing left to save her.

Lin Changsheng stood only a meter or two away—well within shooting range. At any moment, Chen Lin could have turned the gun on her. But Lin knew with unwavering clarity: Chen Lin was lucid. She was using her final moment of clarity… to end everything.

But the gun was not aimed at Lin Changsheng.

Slowly, Chen Lin shifted the muzzle toward her own temple.

She smiled at Lin—a smile filled with peace Lin had never seen on her before. Yes, it was time to end it all. Truly, it was over.

“I’m sorry, Lin Changsheng… for everything I did to you. I can’t make it right.”

Lin wanted to say it was okay. She wanted to rush forward and stop her. But the second gunshot cut her off. Words died in her throat.

Chen Lin took her own life.
It was her repentance—her way of rejecting Su Jing’s twisted “justice” with her own real justice.

The blast left Lin’s ears ringing. Chaos surrounded her. Police officers rushed in, encircling the scene, shouting orders. But Lin heard none of it. She could only stare at Chen Lin’s body, its warmth quickly fading.

Then, a familiar warmth enveloped her.

Mo Zhaoyan.

Her face—usually composed and stoic—was full of fear and concern. She looked Lin Changsheng up and down.

Fortunately, aside from her dazed expression, Lin wasn’t physically hurt.

“Are you okay, Changsheng?” she asked softly.

That familiar warmth, that familiar scent—only then did Lin finally shift her gaze from Chen Lin to Mo Zhaoyan’s face.

“She’s dead,” Lin murmured.

Just a simple sentence. But Mo Zhaoyan could feel the pain behind it. Even such calm words tore at her heart. Why did her Changsheng—the woman who should have been protected and cherished—always suffer so much?

“This wasn’t your fault.”

Mo Zhaoyan had called Lin Changsheng after work as she always did. It had become a habit. But this time, Lin hadn’t answered, nor replied to her messages. A sense of dread had crept into Mo Zhaoyan.

For Lin’s safety, Mo had secretly installed a location tracker on her phone—something she never intended to tell Lin, fearing she would take it the wrong way.

That was how she had arrived just in time.

Even though she comforted Lin with soft words, Lin couldn’t hear any of it.

“It’s my fault… If she hadn’t tried to investigate Su Jing because of me, how could it have ended like this…”

Lin remembered the moment before Chen Lin died—it looked like she had wanted to say something. But now she would never know. This wasn’t the first time someone had died in front of her.

Years ago, Su Jing had done the same thing. An entire family of seven had died before Lin’s very eyes.

She couldn’t save them back then.

And she couldn’t save Chen Lin now.

That crushing helplessness returned. Lin had thought this time would be different. That this life would change. But Su Jing’s existence reminded her: no matter how many lives she lived, no matter how much she tried to change, she couldn’t escape.

So long as Su Jing existed, the threat remained.

Even if the ending of her past life could be avoided, Su Jing would always find new ways to twist her fate.

Chen Lin’s death solidified Lin’s resolve.

She would no longer run. She would face Su Jing head-on.
She would declare war on the woman who had haunted her entire life.

A few days later, Lin Changsheng finally got the chance to meet Su Jing.

Su Jing was surprised—truly surprised—but she seemed delighted. For someone like her, nothing brought more joy than her “artwork” voluntarily approaching her.

“You came to see me? Is it because of what Chen Lin did out there?”

The incident involving Chen Lin had been covered up by the authorities. It was a matter of police reputation—first, the failed prisoner transport, and second, the fact that Chen Lin had once been a police officer herself. Naturally, none of it was made public.

As a result, Su Jing’s information was limited. She only knew that Chen Lin had committed killings outside. She didn’t know Chen Lin had taken her own life.

“You’re quite skilled at creating serial killers.”

This was the first time in years that Lin Changsheng had laid eyes on Su Jing.

She hadn’t changed. Still frail and pale as ever, with that unsettling, almost joyful smile always lingering on her face.

Su Jing’s voice was unforgettable. Lin would never forget it—it had echoed in her mind endlessly, accompanied by unbearable pain. Su Jing’s psychological manipulation was so strong that when Lin tried to report her to the police years ago, she couldn’t even describe Su Jing’s face.

That’s why the authorities never believed her.

But that voice—Lin Changsheng would never forget it.

Her voice trembled with anger and even contempt. But Su Jing took it as praise, her smile growing even wider. For the first time in ages, a faint blush colored her deathly white cheeks.

“Are you complimenting me? But compared to her, you… you are my perfect creation. You and I are the same, you know. We are both evil.”

Lin’s fists clenched, her voice shaking even more—more than she realized.

She was afraid of Su Jing. But she couldn’t turn away. Not now.

“You’ve always said that. That we’re the same. What do you mean by that?” she asked, forcing herself to hold Su Jing’s gaze.

“You mean… we’re both hosts of the meteorite?” Lin pressed.

Su Jing’s eyes lit up with a glint of approval. “You figured it out. But it’s too late. The one inside you is too weak. I, on the other hand, have fully merged. We could work together, you know—reshape this world into what it was always meant to be.”

“What kind of world?” Lin asked.

Warning! Warning!

Suddenly, her system activated. The alert rang through her mind like sirens.

“Dark element approaching the host. Host must evacuate immediately!”

That meteorite—an unexpected foreign object to this world—was a Dark Source Stone. It had split into two spirits: one entered Lin Changsheng, the other entered Su Jing. Both slowly corroded their original hosts.

That was why no matter how many cycles this world went through, it always ended in destruction.

Two spirits—fundamentally different, constantly influencing one another.

One held the power to create worlds.

The other, the power to destroy them.

Xingyun could invent technologies that far surpassed contemporary science. But Su Jing could amplify the darkest corners of the human mind—so much so that even Xingyun’s inventions, originally meant to benefit humanity, had been twisted into tools of destruction.

The good was always vulnerable to the corrupt.

What Su Jing hadn’t expected… was Mo Zhaoyan.

Her appearance introduced an unexpected variable—a reason for Lin Changsheng to resist.

No matter how many times Su Jing tried to destroy the world, as long as Mo Zhaoyan lived…

Lin Changsheng would always return.
And restart the world.

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