Why is it him?

There are so many characters in the novel, so why do I have to confront the big villain already?

Aah, I feel tired.

Sebert D. Rosenwood. Alpha. Handsome, smart, powerful, and successful. In fifteen years he would lead his family to a new height.

He makes the Rosenwood family the most powerful family in the novel. Not even the president of the federation or the emperor of the Sun empire could compare to him.

He’s also the biggest omega hater in this novel.

To the point, he was the biggest obstacle to the success of the omega freedom movement.

The only omega he could stand was the protagonist.

Before I died that sh**ty author was writing the climax of the latest arc where the leaders of the omega movement are trying to convince the protagonist to make a deal with the villain: they wanted Yi Wei to agree to marry him as long as he stopped interfering with the omega’s alliance movements. Yes, they wanted his neutrality, not even his support.

That just shows how powerful this young alpha before me will become.

If I wanted to successfully escape my cannon-fodder fate, I definitively couldn’t get on his bad side.

So when this body’s mother glare was almost so strong it seemed it could kill me, I stopped staring at him, took a deep breath, put my right hand in my heart, slightly curved my head, and did the most orthodox Alpha greeting.

“How do you do? I am Nolan Riverstone. It’s an honor to make your acquaintance “

The woman’s eyes gleamed. It seemed like my etiquette made her very satisfied. The man laughed a little saying a “how polite is this child” which apparently made my progenitors very proud.

As for the little villain child over there... He didn’t seem very concerned about me. I sighed in relief.

The adults started to talk about business. I was confident in my poker face, but somehow I think Mrs. Rosenwood still noticed my boredness.

“Seb, why don’t you take this little friend to the buffet? He should be hungry”

She smiled at me. This alpha woman was stunning. To think she would die so tragically in a few years...

However, madam, you didn’t need to be so kind. I don’t mind listening to some boring conversations. I don’t mind at all!

It’s much better than staying alone with the little emperor over there!

I looked at my progenitors. They didn’t seem to mind it. Rather... they looked expectant?

They didn’t mind selling their son at all if it could mean a profit. They probably hope that the little emperor becomes interested in me.

Well, like hell I’d let it happen.

Gaining the interest of the omega hater and extremely insidious and possessive villain... It’s better to not think about it.

“Ah”.

The villain cub nodded. He paved a way around the crowd and I reluctantly followed him. I really had to admire his aura, though. He just needs to get closer to people, instinctively step back and open a way for him.

Thanks to that, we fastly approached the buffet. I took a small plate and started putting food on it. I have to say the food here was very delicious. Especially sweets. I always had a sweet tooth, but as I approached middle age and my last life’s body had the tendency of gaining weight easily, I had to take care of the amount and what I ingested.

After I reincarnated, I was subjected to an extremely balanced and healthy diet at the Riverstone mansion. I rarely even ate sweets. I should enjoy my body’s young metabolism. Not even the big lord’s presence may detain my appetite. When the size of my food pile finally satisfied me, I found a place to sit and contentedly savored my food.

I felt a gaze on me and raised my eyes from my meal to its direction. The young Rosenwood cub was staring at me with amusement.

What? Got a problem with my food?

I stared at him defiantly. When it came to food, my courage increases a hundredfold.

“Pff “

He laughed. I pretended to not notice it.

Yeah, I’m a foodie, so what?

After living to my age, you’d learn to be more appreciative of every delicious meal.

But soon enough people started surrounding him and so he didn’t have to stare amusedly at me anymore. As a 5-year-old child whose main gender was unknown and was no heir to any great house, I was thoroughly ignored.

Good. This way I could concentrate on slowly enjoying my food.

As I ate too many sweets, it made me thirsty. I took a cup a waiter had left near me and slowly sipped on it as I observed the interactions between the villain and the other youngsters who came to the party.

“So he can smile like this too, huh?”

It wasn’t an enormous smile or anything like that. His lips only slightly curved upwards, but I could notice a relaxed atmosphere around him. While I worked on this novel, I could never imagine that the villain could have such a relaxed moment. The author was very passionate in his description of how oppressive the atmosphere around the villain was, to the point those more weak-minded felt a sense of suffocation.

Of course, this guy was only 11 years old. The tragic things that turned him into an overbearing tyrant still hadn’t happened. In a way, Sebert D.Rosenwood still was not the novel’s villain. For the first time in the evening, I realized that.

After all, there were still 12 years for his first apparition in the novel. That was enough time for a person to change completely.

Especially someone who would endure many hardships in the future.

So maybe I could just try to stop him from turning into an omega hater and oppressive president?

But as soon as I thought about it I shook my head.

That’s too risky. I still don’t know if I am subjected to any rules in this world. Sebert was an extremely important character in the novel. I don’t know what consequences altering his life would bring to me. In the worst case, I would cease to exist completely. And second, how could I help him? Physically I’m still a 5-year-old kid, there’s a 6 years age gap between us. I doubt we would have a lot of contact in normal circumstances and I can’t go to him and say “hey, you know, this and this will happen to you in the future, so be careful! And by the way, not every omega you encounter is trash, you just have awful bad luck”.

Yeah right, I would be lucky if he doesn’t send me straight to a mental hospital. And if he believes me somehow, I’d only make him suspicious of me. I doubt he would believe that, in fact, I am an old editor who somehow ended up reincarnating in a novel he was responsible for.

He’d just think I’m making fun of his face.

I sighed. Why is it so difficult to find someone to help me become a freeman?

I took the cup and drank big gulps of its content. As expected of a high-class party. The wine was delicious.

Wait. Wine?

I froze. Suddenly I was awfully aware that this was not my 33-year-old body as the world spun around me.

Who the hell leaves a cup of wine near a young child? Bastard! Don’t you know minors can’t drink alcohol?

My vision started to blacken.

Oh, sh*t. I’m in trouble.