Transmigrated As A Beautiful Cannon Fodder Omega To Marry An Evil God Alpha In Place of Another - Chapter 24

In a daze, Bai Rui felt himself being picked up and carried.

There was a cool sensation and the powerful, sharp scent of frost-filled pheromones enveloping him from all sides. It was overwhelming yet gentle, seemingly soothing the surging emotions within him.

At some unknown point, Bai Rui’s consciousness began to drift into a true, hazy state of confusion.

His limbs relaxed, his eyelids grew heavy, and finally, his long lashes, still wet with tears, slowly closed.

He knew he shouldn’t fall asleep in such a dangerous environment, but even in this unsettling situation, he managed to drift off, bolstered by that firm embrace.

A continuous stream of cool air entered Bai Rui’s nose, and all the small, burning flames inside him began to subside.

Silver hair lightly brushed against his cheek, giving him the warm illusion of gentleness, wait, shouldn’t that hair be black?

The long hair brushed his face like cool, high-quality silk…

Bai Rui kept his eyes closed, his long lashes trembling slightly.

At this moment, he had no room to worry about such things. His mind was filled with chaotic, blurry images. In his haze, he even saw the Witch Emperor stepping out of a massive oil painting, wearing a thin silk robe with silver hair draped over his shoulders. With every step he took, frost bloomed on the ground, only to vanish as his feet moved on.

That tall, slender physique and chest muscles were faintly visible through the swaying opening of the silky robe.

This handsome man, his face covered by a three finger wide lace mask, approached him and reached out his hands…

Suddenly, there was a warm sensation against his temple.

It felt as though someone had wrung out a wet towel and was gently wiping his brow.

The hallucinations shattered, consciousness returned.

Control over his body was finally restored, and the gland at the back of his neck had transitioned from a state of frantic throbbing to a gradual calm.

Not knowing how long he had slept, Bai Rui slowly opened his eyes.

Above him was a wooden ceiling made of joined planks. The window was closed, creating a faint sense of stuffiness. The stagnant smell of old wood lingered in his nose.

The sound of rushing waves reached his ears. As he lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, he could feel the ship swaying from side to side.

They must still be sailing on the sea.

After a few seconds of silence, Bai Rui sat up abruptly.

The clean blanket slid from his shoulders and bunched around his waist.

Bai Rui’s first reaction was to pull back the covers and check himself. Although he had been stripped of the women’s clothing and properly changed into a clean white shirt and black trousers, there was nothing unusual down below.

After a moment of daze, Bai Rui let go of the blanket and lightly tapped his head.

His empty mind temporarily lost its ability to think, leaving him to mutter in a slightly raspy voice: “What… what happened to me?”

He remembered being picked up before he lost consciousness.

Being… picked up…

“A-Wu!”

Bai Rui called out, only to realize his voice was terribly hoarse.

His throat felt as if it had been scraped by countless tiny blades, it hurt immensely just to speak.

The cry didn’t travel far. Instead, the crashing waves outside the cabin sounded much clearer than his own voice.

Bai Rui gripped the corner of the blanket, his heart still racing. In the quiet room, a strange emotion suddenly welled up.

He had heard something earlier about differentiating into an Omega, they must have been talking about him.

For a man who had lived nineteen years as an ordinary “straight” Beta, this was a difficult reality to accept. Even now, he wondered if there had been a mistake. Could it just be a bizarre dream? A dream where someone named Bai Rui differentiated, but not actually him…

These chaotic thoughts filled his groggy, newly-awakened brain.

Bai Rui’s first instinct was to inspect himself, but the room was too small. The cabin window was closed and the glass was murky, covered in thick white grime. Light could only filter through a tiny gap in the center.

In the dim light, the only furniture besides the bed was a desk opposite him.

Fortunately, there was a mirror on the desk.

Bai Rui pulled back the covers, stepped onto the floor barefoot, and walked over slowly.

The mirror wasn’t large, just enough to check one’s face. It was likely used by a sailor for grooming and hadn’t been cared for, it was cracked in several places. A jagged crack ran from top to bottom, splitting the reflection into two offset spaces.

Bai Rui picked up the broken mirror and saw his face misaligned.

His eyes were a bit red, his face pale, and even his lips had lost their color. His body seemed to have exhausted too much energy, he felt internally drained.

Fiddling with the broken mirror, Bai Rui forced his neck to turn, tilting his face as much as possible to angle the mirror toward the back of his neck.

Given the limited conditions, he had to twist awkwardly. His slender fingers brushed aside his somewhat long hair to reveal the nape of his neck.

The skin there was fine and white, showing no outward signs of change. Everything was quiet, as if nothing had ever erupted.

He had never been an Omega before and didn’t know if this was normal. Did all Omegas look like this? Then why did his younger brother back in the real world have to wear a neck collar since childhood, just like the other Omegas at the aristocratic school?

It was a device similar to a choker, but wider, used to protect and cover the gland area with fabric, leather, or decorative jewels. His brother had a custom-made one with gold and jade that looked very expensive, though for some reason he stopped wearing it in middle school after a fight with their father, demanding a high-end luxury replacement.

Bai Rui tried to recall if his brother’s neck looked like this. When not in the “heat” period, the gland shouldn’t show.

So… if he touched it, could he feel it?

Bai Rui pursed his lips. He felt that doing this was a bit like “self-comfort”, awkward and embarrassing. More importantly, he didn’t know if touching it would cause a reaction.

He struggled with the thought for a long time until his arm grew tired from holding the mirror. Finally, he reached back and placed his hand on the smooth, tender skin of his nape.

As he pressed down, he could feel a tube like shape beneath the skin. It felt like a blood vessel, but thicker than usual.

However, every time he pressed, a strange numbness surged through his heart, making the tips of his ears turn hot.

A sweet fragrance began to permeate the air, as if pressing a valve had caused perfume to drift out. The quiet cabin bedroom became still and shameful.

Where his fingertips passed, the white skin of his neck flushed a light cherry blossom pink, and his body temperature seemed to rise several degrees. The sweet scent escaped uncontrollably from his skin.

He… couldn’t continue.

Bai Rui’s breathing became ragged. His fingers hovered there, feeling that this was all a bit too much. Just as he was about to put down the mirror and stop, he heard a short whistle from behind him.

“Your Highness, you seem to be in high spirits.”

Startled, Bai Rui slammed the mirror face down on the table with a loud thud, making his ears turn even redder.

He turned his head slowly and saw A-Wu leaning casually against the doorframe. One hand supported his elbow while the other held a silver tray with some food.

Those narrow eyes were watching him, one eyebrow arched slightly.

Pitch-black hair fell over A-Wu’s shoulders with a soft, glossy sheen. He had looked like he’d been injured by wood the other day, but now he seemed perfectly fine.

The door was open.

Bai Rui didn’t know when he had arrived or how much he had seen…

Why didn’t this damn door make a sound? Why doesn’t the doorknob scream at people?

Bai Rui turned back with forced composure, facing the cabin wall. He tried to nonchalantly put the mirror back, but he missed on the first try. The mirror clattered against the tabletop and shattered completely, falling out of its wooden frame.

The air felt dead silent.

Awkward. Beyond awkward.

Bai Rui’s back was turned so his expression was hidden, but his earlobes and the tips of his ears were coated in a thin pink glow. The murky sunlight from the window hit the fine fuzz on his ears, creating a warm, hazy aura.

“Ahem.”

Bai Rui straightened his back but didn’t turn around. His voice was intentionally flat: “What is it?”

A-Wu pursed his lips, suppressing a smile.

He said in a quite cheerful tone, “I looked around the ship and found a small bag of rice. I heard that when people are unwell, their digestion suffers, so it’s better to start with some porridge.”

He paused, then began to enthusiastically promote himself: “Once Your Highness is better, you must try my Braised Leeches in Squid Ink or my Buttered Ants in Pitcher Plants. I’m very good at them. Although I haven’t tasted them myself, others have, and they were so delighted they fainted.”

In front of the crystal ball, the Black Dragon: “Blegh!”

The Black Cat pouted, covering its nose with a paw, and comforted the dragon: “He was too young back then, don’t blame him…”

Bai Rui finally couldn’t help but turn around and look at A-Wu. “Are you sure they fainted because it was delicious?”

A-Wu tilted his head and smiled, his narrow eyes curving. “Otherwise?”

“Was their constitution too weak to handle gourmet food?”

He even questioned the other person’s constitution without doubting his own cooking.

Black Dragon: “BLEGH!”

The Black Cat, eyes narrowed into two horizontal lines, patted the dragon’s back: “Their constitution was too weak; they need to train more.”

Bai Rui said nothing, silently watching the tall A-Wu.

Internally, he was struggling. He didn’t know how he should face A-Wu now that he was awake.

“Did you… change my clothes?”

Actually, Bai Rui wanted to ask: Did you give me a temporary marking?

But the words wouldn’t come out. He felt like a poor Omega who had lost his purity, so he abruptly changed the question. Even so, he felt what he said sounded strange. Though he knew they were both men, given the circumstances… it was still too humiliating to look the other person in the eye.

So, after looking at A-Wu for a moment, Bai Rui forced his gaze away from A-Wu’s striking, sculpted face.

The room smelled faintly of clean, medicinal herbs, driving away the cramped, unpleasant odor, but the musty smell of old wood, from years without sunlight, still lingered.

There was also a heavy dose of silence.

The two stood there, one in the room, one leaning against the door, staring at each other. It felt like waking up after a wild night at a bar with a handsome stranger, facing the wordless silence of the morning after.

A-Wu showed no reaction. He walked over and placed the silver tray on the desk, standing right next to Bai Rui. The steaming bowl of white porridge sat nearby, releasing a tempting aroma.

“Yes. But that’s a small matter. What’s important is that Your Highness is alright.”

“Eat something. You are too weak and need nourishment.”

Finally, A-Wu’s pleasant voice broke the silence.

Bai Rui pursed his lips, looking down at the steaming porridge.

He hesitated. “You made this?”

A-Wu picked up a small silver spoon, placed it in the bowl, and felt the outside of the bowl to check the temperature. Finding it acceptable, he lifted it and held it out to Bai Rui.

“Yes, Your Highness. I had a little taste just now. Though I don’t quite understand why Easterners eat plain rice porridge with nothing added when they are unwell, it was surprisingly good. You’ve been asleep for two days, eating will help you recover.”

Two days? No wonder I’m so hungry.

He hadn’t realized it until now, but the scent of the porridge triggered a burning sensation in his stomach. A hollow stomach is a miserable thing. Bai Rui glanced back and forth between A-Wu and the porridge. Finally, he asked hesitantly: “You didn’t put any… strange things in it, did you?”

A-Wu held the bowl, his hand suspended in front of Bai Rui, his eyebrows arching. “What ‘strange things’?”

Bai Rui paused. “Like… leeches, pitcher plants, ants…”