Outcast Omega Pampered by the Alpha General novel Chapter 1

“Julian Shaw! Open the door!” Julian opened his eyes in silence. The aftershock of being killed by the heavenly tribulation still burned through his bones. He had died. Then he had come back. And when he opened his eyes, not only had the world changed, but even his own species had shifted as well. He was now Julian Shaw, the third son by blood of the powerful Whitmore family on the capital world of the Solara System. A male Beta. Yes. In this ridiculous universe, there were actually six secondary sexes. Rare Omegas possessed highly powerful healing psychic abilities and could carry children regardless of biological sex. Terrifying Alphas had brutal physical strength, immense psychic power, and could impregnate others regardless of biological sex. Then there were lots of Betas like him, who worked hard, lived normally, and remained painfully ordinary no matter what their biological sex was. As an independent cultivator, Julian respected it but simply couldn’t understand it. The pounding on the door made this body shake on instinct. Julian felt weak, feverish, and so dizzy that he almost thought he was about to ascend again. Unfortunately, the people outside had no intention of leaving him alone. “Julian Shaw! Stop hiding in there like a coward! You had the guts to lose your mind on the academy forum, so why don’t you have the guts to open the—” The door was yanked open. The lackey hammering on it lost his balance and pitched forward. Luckily, he was an Alpha. He quickly caught himself and snapped, “What the hell is wrong with you?” Julian blinked, then gave him a strangely approving look. “Plenty.” The Alpha froze. “?” Not just him. Every student gathered behind him to watch the commotion froze as well. Then the crowd parted, and Tristan Whitmore, Julian’s second elder brother, stepped forward. He wore a black-and-gold uniform and looked down at Julian with open contempt. “Julian, don’t think pulling this stunt will make me put you on the team. And you’d better stop having ideas about Caelan. Elias is his fiancé.” Memories unfolded in Julian’s mind like pages turning over. With the strength of his soul, he absorbed all the original owner’s memories in an instant. Oh. So this was a melodramatic switched-at-birth story. A poor kid had clawed his way into the Imperial Military Academy through sheer effort and talent, only to discover his biological family. Unfortunately, his parents and brothers doted on Elias Whitmore, the fake young heir, instead. Worse, Elias had taken his identity, his resources, and had even become engaged to Caelan Rookwood, the Alpha the original owner had been in love with. The midterm field assessment was coming up, and the original owner had finally gotten a chance to join a team with his second brother and his crush. He had rushed over eagerly. They pretended to agree to take him right to his face. Then removed his name from the list the moment he turned away. That had been the final blow. The original owner took pills and posted on the academy forum that he no longer wanted to live. And then Julian got struck by lightning and landed here. “Say something, Julian. Weren’t you going to die? I already told Father and Mother about this. Do you know how disappointed they are in you?” Tristan looked at Julian with undisguised disgust. Julian thought for a moment, then answered with complete sincerity, “Got it. Then for everyone’s sake, just pretend I’m already dead.” Tristan stared. “?” The crowd stared too. “?” What the h*ll kind of “for everyone’s sake” was that? Tristan frowned. He knew exactly what kind of person Julian was. Clingy. Desperate. Obsessed with status. Ever since Julian found out he was a Whitmore by blood, he had been calling Tristan his brother in public and doing everything he could to tie himself to the family. So Tristan sneered, his gaze full of contempt. “You think I’ll believe you just because you said that?” Every time Tristan spoke to Julian like this, Julian would rush to explain himself. Sometimes he would even beg in a low, pitiful voice. But this Julian merely tilted his head in confusion. “I was just stating the facts. Is your belief really that important?” “You—” Before Tristan could continue, a pale, slender hand reached out and tugged at his sleeve. The voice that followed was sweet and gentle. “Tristan, don’t be angry with Julian. He only wanted to be on a team with you and Caelan. I’m the one who made things difficult.” The newcomer was strikingly beautiful. The tear mole beneath his eye looked like a tiny red jewel, the kind of feature that made people instinctively soften toward him. Elias Whitmore. The Whitmore family’s former third son and current fourth son. A top-tier Omega. The beloved treasure of the Whitmore parents and brothers. The moment he appeared, everyone’s attention shifted to him. Only Julian responded with total seriousness. “Oh. Then what exactly did you do wrong?” Elias fell silent. “…”