I screwed up.

I screwed up big time.

Although I can’t remember the specifics, I vaguely remember saying some shameful things to the villain’s cub after I became drunk. Like how I called him little Seb.

Aaaah, I wanna die.

Anyway, from what I’ve been told, at the end of the party, the young Rosenwood took my sleep drunk body to my parents and apologized profusely. Of course, the Riverstone couple wasn’t angry with him but apparently, his parents scolded him quite a bit.

I’d rather he just said that I was tired and fell asleep because the first thing the Riverstone Lady did after noticing I was awake was slapping my face and order that I shall have only bread and water for three days.

She probably wanted to give me no food at all but, remembering that the growth period was sensitive for the determination of a child main sex, she let me eat a little. But she probably wouldn’t forget that I troubled the Rosenwood’s heir for quite a while.

However, my biggest worry right now is trying to remember what exactly I had said to the little prince. Though I don’t remember saying anything after calling him with that nickname I feel like I said some incredibly troublesome things.

If I said something related to the novel and he believes it... Should I pray for him to give me a merciful ending?

As he still isn’t the novel’s great villain, maybe I could still have hopes for a decent funeral?

Is that it? Can’t I escape my death after all?

Wait. If I just don’t appear anymore, maybe the novel would consider Nolan Riverstone as a “dead” character. Maybe I still could find a way to hide for the rest of my pitiful days...

Should I search for a deeply hidden monastery in this world? Somewhere even he would have trouble finding?

But wait. Somewhere even he would be troubled searching... How the hell am I supposed to find it in the first place?

Somehow my stomach started hurting...

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It has been a month since the party’s incident. However, everything seems normal. There were no unusual movements against the Riverstones or suspicious people trying to kidnap me.

I finally felt a little more relaxed. This whole month I was a bundle of nerves. I couldn’t sleep well or eat. I lost 5 kilograms, had huge dark circles, and my skin was sickly pale. This body’s father thought I was like this because of guilt, and his attitude towards me softened a little.

He scolded his wife, saying that her punishment towards me was too harsh. As a result, the Riverstone lady looked at me even more coldly than before...But well, I was still considered the most likely son to become an Alpha and the heir of the household so she did nothing against me...

I should have not told it yet, but the likelihood of two alphas having an alpha son was not that high.

It was something around forty percent probability of it being an alpha and fifty-nine percent of the child being a beta.

However, due to some kind of misguided faith, people believed that only alpha couples could give birth to superior alphas.

As a result of this propagated thinking, the alpha population is declining every passing year.

And omegas, you ask? I know that in most omegaverse stories they say that an omega’s fertility is incredibly high. From what the author wrote, it’s known that omegas are very fertile individuals, however, it’s believed that their children are weak.

As they are socially despised, have great difficulties for getting a decent job, and have weak bodies, omegas pregnancies were very difficult. At the time of birth, they also didn’t receive proper medical care, so the childbirth death rate of omegas was significant.

From the timeline, only twenty years before the start of the novel there was a study that verified the role of the environment in the determination of the main sex. When the child is constantly under stress and lives in miserable conditions, the chances of them becoming betas is as high as eighty percent. Only children who would have turned to be dominant alphas would differentiate in alphas. Few children ever differentiated in omegas in that kind of environment, and they were all very weak.

If the alpha population was decreasing slowly, then the omegas were almost an endangered species.

Anyway, at the moment, a few people at the top had already realized the importance of omegas for increasing the birth rate of the Federation. They already started to steadily promote AO marriages and even offer welfare for every child born from such pairings.

Yeah, the alphas were steadily planning of turning omegas from their toys with no rights to... beautiful caged fertility tools.

Unfortunately for them (good for me) the omega’s freedom alliance was made early and was gaining a lot of support throughout the federation and the empire alike. The creation of pheromones inhibitors, heat suppressors, and the gradual improvement in the mark-remover surgery clashed directly with the interests of those old Alphas. This was one of the exciting points of the novel.

Though it was true that the improvement in omega’s life conditions wouldn’t come so soon, so I had to plan for my future.

I had to have a money source after I get my freedom back after all.

Realistically, I had only two choices: or I sell my body or I had to work at home, not needing to contact with barely anyone.

The first was a no go. I didn’t want to be subjected to alphas’ lecherous desires for the rest of my life. I have to admit that this body’s face is rather beaut-... ahem, I mean, handsome, so I probably would become some alpha’s little canary for the rest of my life if I chose this route.

Also, the written Nolan’s character even commits suicide to avoid such an ending... I think I should try to avoid that.

My choice would be to become a stay at home worker. The best option would be to work as a writer, a professional gamer, as an artist, or in something related to it. However, unfortunately, I had no talent to work in neither of these fields.

That’s why enjoying the fact that I’m now the son of a rich family and the money they gave me per year was more than what I gained working as an editor for 10 years... I decided to learn how to invest.

If I became a full-time investor, as long as I didn’t risk too much I probably would make enough money for my living expenses.

Not only that. If I ever have some talent at it, it’d become much easier to get away from the Riverstone house.

After all, be it in this world or my old world, money is power.

At the very least, I’d be able to forge a new identity and disappear from this family’s sight. That’s why from the moment I remembered the memories of my past life at the age of one I have been trying to make my... parents think I’m a child prodigy.

So I can learn anything I want at a very young age.

My father seemed pretty satisfied with me when I made this request; apparently, this made me seem even more likely of being an alpha. So not only he got me a teacher to teach me how to invest, but he also gave me ones for business management and alpha’s etiquette.

As he seemed quite enthusiastic with the prospect of me learning these things so early, I seized this opportunity and asked for many martial arts teachers.

I was a casual practitioner of aikido and judo in my last life, but in this one, learning it was a matter of survival. As an omega, self-protection was a must. And martial arts training not only the body but also the mind. I didn’t want to be a mindless animal in heat.

If I had the chance of controlling myself, even if just a little, I needed to learn it.

Of course, my father didn’t think his son had such motivations. By saying “ Alphas should be strong physically too” he quickly contacted various instructors for me.

Somehow I felt bad for him.