The Beautiful Omega Tears Up the Drama Script

Li Po transmigrates into an Omega who is forcibly placed in the S District. His face is strikingly beautiful, like a rose blooming high on a pedestal. But this is a secret military district, where a delicate and stunning Omega is like a piece of meat thrown into a pack of wolves—Alpha wolves that have been starved for too long, none of them able to resist coveting him.

Not to mention, there are brutal training regimens, psychological torment, and elimination based on performance… It’s so cruel that it has driven several Alphas to the brink of madness.

As an Omega with no real strength, how long can he survive?

The Alphas even start betting on when he’ll break down and beg for mercy, completely at their mercy.

With wolves surrounding him, ready to pounce, it seems like he’s been handed a script for an impending showdown in hell. How to deal with it?

Answer: Li Po (tears it up).

Submissive and gentle? An act.

Fragile and weak? Also an act.

Playing the role of a pig to eat a tiger? Well, that part is real.

Gradually, the way the Alphas look at him completely changes.

No one could have imagined that he would dare to get close to that person.

Jiang Yu, the chief combat officer of S District, is as infamous for his strength as he is for his cold and strict demeanour.

Dressed in his perfectly pressed military uniform, Jiang Yu’s powerful and icy pheromones command even Alphas to bow before him. No one dares approach this embodiment of authority—except for the Omega who seems to have no fear.

During one mission, the supposedly “delicate” Omega is drenched in blood, his appearance utterly broken. Hiding certain scars, he raises his head and places a bloodied knife into the combat officer’s cold hand, eyes full of fear:

“Kill it for me.”

To outsiders, Jiang Yu appears cold and distant, a human weapon designed solely for battle. Even he believes this about himself.

Until one day, an Omega in heat, eyes flushed red, grips his wrist tightly.

The Omega’s pale fingers trembling as a deep, hoarse breath escapes from his lips:

“You… mark me.”