Chapter 1

*Transmigrated as the Scumbag Alpha*
Zhu Yu kept falling into the same dream.
A wasteland—only a slender porcelain hand reaching through the dark, carved from moonlight. Pale blue veins under the wrist, a small red mole floating on the jade-like pulse.
The hand was long, strong, impossibly cold—yet stubbornly gripping hers.
A girl stood above. Eyes the pale blue of sky, as if they could hold every joy and sorrow of the world—compassionate and indifferent.
Zhu Yu looked up full of hope, like every faithful soul waiting—
But she let go. Zhu Yu fell into endless dark.
No—don’t go!!
Sister?
Little Zhu Yu curled in fear, sealed in amber like an insect that had forgotten how to struggle.
No sense of time. No sound. No fight. No waking.
Until light split the sky—a glare slammed down. She crashed into glorious roses—crimson petals flying, vines surging.
Zhu Yu’s eyes flew open. Cold sweat crawled her spine, shirt sticking cold. Gasping.
This time not an empty bedroom—the hand was real, right in front of her.
Long. White. Raised high like a white bird over the sea—
Slap!
Her cheek burned.
“Zhu Yu……!”
A hoarse woman’s voice pulled her back. Head turned from the blow—eyes still on the mole at her wrist.
It hurt. Not a dream.
She remembered bed, seven alarms for morning class—
What was this?
Pale blue eyes full of hatred. Though lower, the woman still lifted her chin proud. Silver hair damp with sweat, tangled at her neck.
Rose scent flooded her nose. Zhu Yu swallowed. Blood and some hidden hunger went down—heat spreading.
Ringing ears. She looked down—woman’s legs torn and bruised. Her own hand close, bound tight by vines.
The woman sat on the table in her arms, biting her lip in pain. Blood beaded at the corner—stark on white skin. Voice low and still bewitching:
“Zhu Yu—if I do not die—I will make you repay a hundredfold……!”
Zhu Yu’s brain stalled.
This scene. This line—
Not dream. Not reality. She had transmigrated.
A sci-fi ABO novel. The woman before her was Bai Shuzhou, heroine of *The Imperial Princess’s Rise Manual*—and Zhu Yu shared a name with the cannon-fodder villain: the princess’s first scumbag Alpha wife.
Bai Shuzhou was no ordinary Omega who flattered her mate. She refused permanent marks. She wanted a bond of souls—while the scumbag’s sunshine was all act.
Born in the slums, she grew sure the princess looked down on her—and hated her for it.
She listened for wounds only to grind salt into scabs; after violence she played remorse, cut matching scars, wept for forgiveness……
At last Bai Shuzhou filed for divorce. In the cooling-off period the scumbag faked reform and volunteered to accompany her to the border for morale visits.
Then rut hit—the top Omega’s pheromones drew Alphas and starving beasts alike!
The scumbag shoved Bai Shuzhou past the line—broke her leg—faked a swarm attack to separate them—really meant to cage her, force a permanent mark, make it irreversible.
She even tossed the only suppressant out the window before Bai Shuzhou’s eyes and smiled: “Beg me.”
She wanted to trample dignity—force surrender in clear despair—brand shame into the soul—make the proud princess bow.
Trash. Filth. Death too good.
When Bai Shuzhou took power she had the scumbag’s limbs cut off, flowers planted in the wounds, kept barely alive to witness imperial glory.
Zhu Yu had cheered that ending—then opened her eyes as the villain herself?!
The vines on her arm were Bai Shuzhou’s manifested mental power—limp now. Zhu Yu pulled free with little effort. The woman shuddered, covered her mouth, coughed hard.
“Your leg—”
Zhu Yu reached to check—swatted away. Tears slid. Cold voice: “Don’t touch me!”
The other hand dug into her thigh—nails in flesh, unfelt.
Zhu Yu cried out: “If we don’t treat it, your leg will be ruined!”
Bai Shuzhou loved ballet—chief dancer young—the legs were life.
“Isn’t that your goal?” Ice stare.
With the scolding, Zhu Yu’s gaze caught on moving lips. Dizziness at the nape.
The room sweet and thick—rut Omega scent lethal to Alphas. Biology would not be denied—bees to a blooming flower.
Suddenly ignited—urge, heat. Omega tears were the spring that eased pain. She should kiss—take more—
The Alpha leaned in without thinking. Dress uniform buttons glinting cold—a mountain collapsing on a frail Omega—push as she might, no shift.
Zhu Yu was only a D-rank inferior Alpha—but from a border slum through military academy with top marks. Her body far beyond normal.
Bai Shuzhou shut her eyes. Uncontrolled breath escaped her lips.
SSS mental rank—helpless before an inferior Alpha? Was this an Omega’s fate?
Her eyes went dark. She tried to move her legs—only numbness, no pain left.
Vines looped Zhu Yu’s neck like a collar.
Weight lifted.
A glacial gaze through tears—the girl in uniform jerked away and slapped her own face.
Zhu Yu red-faced: “Sorry! I don’t want to hurt you—!!”
Absurd. Pathetic.
Pain should sober her—instead the chest surged hotter—a deer crashing in mountain spring, sticky petals underfoot, shame and want.
She felt more, not less.
Heat rammed inside. Zhu Yu could not meet crying eyes. Trembling: “I’ll get the suppressant—you’ll be safe!”
Outside, war and swarms—but with this fire she could do something. Rush out. Fetch it. Stop worse.
She held breath, opened the window—the silver injector still on the ground. Mercy at last.
Zhu Yu ran down.
She grabbed it—then heard a faint, hair-raising buzz.
Trap instinct—hairs up—something had waited.
Ground sank. Sand boiled. Six crimson eyes broke soil, all on Zhu Yu—each palm-sized—then the body hauled out.
Buzz—!
She had never seen a bug this big—half a meter, black as centipede, countless legs over her boots.
Zhu Yu rolled aside—sizzle where she stood—green slime eating stone. Legs weak, almost down—injector clenched.
Transmigration was hell enough—now this. Ghosts would be better!!
The thing looked at her—then up at the open second-floor window.
She swore she saw a smile on an insect face.
Saliva dripped. It climbed the wall—fast.
Bai Shuzhou!!
Zhu Yu froze. Legs lead. A voice in her head: Run. Walk away. None of this is yours.
You were ordinary, timid. Boldest act—climbing a tree for a cat that slept belly-up—you fell, cast a month.
Afraid of bugs. Heights from nightmares. Hated every hard thing. Kind, weak, useless.
Not a hero. You can’t even save yourself.
Zhu Yu shook her head. Stared at the window. Right hand searched her waist—short knife, shaking.
Damn—wasn’t the original a soldier? Where was the gun?!
She used a long fly swatter on gnats—knife fight was suicide—
Suicide might be quicker.
She gripped the hilt.
Remote—empire and federation border. Behind her only yellow sand. Cannon rumble far.
Second floor silent—no scream. Time frozen.
Soft vines strangled the giant bug—creaking—woman’s pale knuckles white—knee pierced by legs.
The bug was not hungry yet. Antennae rose—dancing.
Danger this close—Bai Shuzhou calmed. Ice blue met six eyes. Low: “You’re signaling?”
Vines at limit—turning transparent—holy edge-light—fangs deeper in bone.
The black face smiled again. Six eyes narrowed. Nod. Stench rolled over her.
“Die—!!!”
As it blinked—the girl dropped with the knife—flash—blade through the energy gland, twisted.
Shell cracked under her hands—click, sticky hard. She did not let go.
Thud.
Cape swung—she hugged Bai Shuzhou—thin body blocking corrosive spray.
Eyes shut—could not face death—courage spent—fingers numb—holding fragile jade.
How long—cold restrained breath in her arms.
“How long are you going to hold me?”