Scummy Alpha CEO Keeps Courting Death [Transmigration into a Book] - Chapter 2

A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, as if she were in a secluded forest. The scent of cedar and moss was pure and crisp.

It should have been calming, yet Lu Xibie lay on a bed adorned with soft velvet drapes at each corner, eyes tightly shut, brows furrowed, fists clenched.

The pain had vanished at some unknown point, replaced by a restless agitation.

A surge of unease spread from her heart to every limb. Her nape throbbed—something felt like it was about to burst out.

Her brows furrowed deeper. She reached for her nape and felt a sticky sensation, prompting her to open her eyes in disgust.

The sight of sheer curtains gently swaying made her dazed.

Could the saying about heaven and hell after death be true?

The silky touch on her exposed skin and the intricate carvings on the walls beyond the veil told her this was not her room.

Lu Xibie clearly remembered the car accident—pain so intense it was unforgettable.

Her curiosity briefly suppressed the irritation, but it surged back even stronger. Not just her nape, even her temples began to throb.

She sat up. Something was trickling down her spine from the back of her neck. Recalling the sticky sensation, she raised her hand to her eyes. The unfamiliar liquid puzzled her.

What was this?

Outside the door, a line of servants in light gray uniforms hesitated, pushing and shoving, afraid to knock.

“What are you all doing?” barked Wang Zhiying, dressed in navy blue with the Lu family crest at her collar.

“Housekeeper Wang…” the servant at the front stammered, terrified. “The young lady’s heat period has started… we need to deliver the suppressant patch…”

“Then hurry up!” As a Beta, Wang Zhiying wasn’t affected by Alpha or Omega pheromones, but she could still smell the intensifying scent from inside.

The servant tried to slip a wad of cash into Wang Zhiying’s pocket, hesitating. “I was the one last time… could you…”

She looked at Wang Zhiying nervously. Last time, she didn’t know the rules and delivered the patch during the young lady’s heat. Her leg had been injured then, and the wounds never fully healed.

Wang Zhiying reached into her pocket, felt the thickness of the cash, and glanced past the servant.

One by one, the servants handed over money—except the last one, who was new.

“You,” Wang Zhiying said, selecting her.

Relieved, the first servant handed the patch to the last one, and the others pushed her toward the door.

She looked at the terrified eyes of the servant named Huan Lin, seeing a reflection of her own past. But what could she do? Everyone went through this.

Ding dong!

The doorbell drowned out the sound of running water in the bathroom. Lu Xibie looked up. Her reflection in the mirror showed bloodshot eyes. She couldn’t understand the destructive urge rising within her.

The sticky liquid on her nape seemed impossible to wipe clean.

Her hand lifted, ready to strike the mirror.

Smash it—

Destroy it—

A voice echoed in her mind, intensifying her agitation. Who was speaking?

Ding dong! The bell rang again.

Suppressing the urge, she covered her nape with a towel and walked to the door.

As soon as she opened it, someone was shoved inside, and the door slammed shut behind them.

“You are?” Lu Xibie frowned. The person clearly looked like a servant.

Where was she? Heaven had cosplay?

“Y-young lady…” Huan Lin stammered, bowing and holding the item above her head. “S-s-suppressant… patch…”

Lu Xibie glanced at her trembling legs. Was she really that scary?

Young lady?

Patch patch patch?

What?

Before she could figure it out, her hand involuntarily rose.

Destroy—

Hit her—

Power—

The voice returned.

Annoying.

Lu Xibie curled her lip, restrained herself, and took the item. “No need to panic. Just tell me slowly—what is this patch?”

Huan Lin, bracing for a slap, was surprised. She hadn’t been hit.

“It’s… a suppressant patch, young lady.”

“What’s a suppressant patch?” Lu Xibie recalled the book she read last night. A guess flashed through her mind.

Why didn’t the young lady know what a suppressant patch was?

Suppressing her doubts, the servant explained, “You’re in heat. The patch helps relieve your symptoms.”

Heat, suppressant patch, symptoms.

Just as Lu Xibie’s thoughts drifted, her hand rose again.

Destroy—

Destroy her—

The voice screamed.

The servant held her breath, terrified.

Lu Xibie saw her expression and restrained herself. “How do I use it?”

“I-I’ll help you…” The servant’s hands trembled as she took the patch, opened the packaging. “Please turn around, young lady.”

Lu Xibie complied, removing the towel. The patch was applied to her nape, and the agitation eased.

“I’ll leave now, young lady.” The servant tiptoed toward the door.

“Go ahead,” Lu Xibie waved her hand from the sofa.

No—

Don’t let her leave—

The voice returned.

“Wait.”

The servant froze, hand on the doorknob. “Young lady?”

“What’s my name?” Lu Xibie ignored the voice.

“Lu… Xibie.”

“Alright, go.” She rubbed her temples. Her guess was right.

She’d entered the book Omega’s Evolutionary Path and become the despicable Alpha.

“Why did you come out so quickly?” The other servants surrounded Huan Lin.

“You’re okay?” The first servant looked envious.

“Yes,” Huan Lin nodded. “She let me apply the patch and leave.”

She glanced past the crowd at Wang Zhiying.

“Back to work,” Wang Zhiying said, eyeing Huan Lin. “You, come with me.”

Why—did—you—let—her—go!

The voice in Lu Xibie’s head now spoke full sentences.

She thought the patch would silence the voice like it did the agitation. But it was still there, like another person in her mind.

She knocked her head.

“System loading—”

The mechanical voice startled her.

What now?

“30%—50%—70%—100%. System loaded.”

“Hello, Host. Golden House at your service.”

“What?” Lu Xibie squinted. The gloomy voice vanished, replaced by another.

Annoying.

“Because you tore up the original copy of Omega’s Evolutionary Path, the novel world collapsed. You must fulfill her mission and complete the story.”

“Be her?”

“Yes. You must take on her role.”

“What if I don’t?”

“You’ll die,” Golden House replied.

“Pfft.” Lu Xibie smirked. She’d already died once—what was there to fear?

This wasn’t her world. No Auntie here.

“Please respect the system.”

“Respect?” This was getting absurd.

She’d entered a book she’d read, had a voice in her head like a fool, and now a system. Was this what schizophrenia felt like?

Be the Lu Xibie from the novel?

That scummy Alpha? No thanks.

“Yes. If you hadn’t torn the book, the world wouldn’t have collapsed. You must take responsibility.”

Lu Xibie blinked. “What’s the voice in my head?”

“It’s the original Lu Xibie. Your resentment during the book’s destruction lowered her intelligence to that of a delinquent. She can’t fulfill her role, so you must.”

“My uncontrollable actions earlier?”

“Her residual instincts.”

“She’ll stay in my head?” Lu Xibie raised a brow.

Don’t tell her that voice would be permanent. She’d rather die.

“You must complete story checkpoints to earn evolution points and cleansing agents to remove her remnants.”

“What if I don’t? Die?”

“No.”

Beep—

Pain surged from all directions, making Lu Xibie writhe on the sofa. It lasted only three seconds, but felt like an eternity.

“Golden House reminder: First checkpoint activated. Please proceed to the living room to meet your newlywed wife, Omega Chu Liruo.”

A pale blue screen appeared before her.

Top left: Story Checkpoint. Top right: Reward.

“Proceed to the living room to meet your newlywed wife, Omega Chu Liruo” [Evolution Points: 100]

Lu Xibie held her head. The pain vanished quickly, but the sensation of needles stabbing her nerves lingered. Ignoring the low voice in her mind, she opened the door and walked toward the living room.

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