Transmigrated as the Villain's Omega Test Subject

It was three o'clock in the morning in her Brooklyn apartment, and only the screen of Lin Wei's laptop was on. The rain slanted against the window, blurring the neon lights of the opposite building into a hazy patch that fell just on the knuckles of her typing fingers.​

At the top of the document, the title Stellar Cage glowed coldly in the dim light. The cursor hovered at the end of the most bloody paragraph — "Dr. Karen Voss's scalpel cuts through the collarbone of Subject 734. The male beta's Adam's apple twitches slightly under anesthesia, and his exposed skin breaks out in a rash due to alpha pheromone sensitivity."​

"This is the moment..." Lin Wei bit open the energy bar, and chocolate crumbs fell onto the keyboard. She stared at the name of the cruel villain on the screen, her finger hovering over the delete key for a moment of hesitation. This character was her proud work, a madman in a scientist's coat who secretly conducted human experiments during the Zerg siege and almost destroyed the entire empire.​

A sudden thunderclap outside made the laptop screen flicker violently.​

At first, she thought it was a voltage problem. But then the black Times New Roman font on the screen began to twist like a living creature. The vertical hook of the letter "K" twisted into a tentacle, and the sharp corners of "W" pierced through the pixels, gathering into a swelling black fog in the center of the screen. Lin Wei's heart tightened. She had seen computer blue screens and virus pop-ups, but never had she seen words take on such a physically aggressive form.​

Silver light seeped out of the black fog, like the steam when a red-hot iron wire is put into cold water. She tried to force the computer to shut down, but the touchpad was completely unresponsive. The light had grown to the size of a basketball, vibrating the air with a low-frequency hum. When the light ball suddenly exploded, Lin Wei felt an invisible hand grab the back of her neck. Before her vision was swallowed by the pure white, she saw the torn sentence in the document — the one she had just written, describing the upcoming genetic modification of Subject 734.​

——​

The smell of disinfectant pierced her nostrils like an ice pick.​

Lin Wei opened her eyes in pain. The first feeling was cold, not the damp cold of a New York winter night, but the cold with edges and corners conducted by metal, slowly climbing along her spine. She moved her fingers and found that her wrists were tied to a cold platform. The tightness of the straps allowed her fingertips to barely touch her palms.​

"...Has the anesthesia not worn off yet?" Her throat was as dry as sandpaper, and her voice was almost inaudible.​

In her sight were crisscrossed metal pipes. The shadowless lamp on the ceiling emitted a dazzling white light, nailing her shadow to the silver platform below. This scene reminded her of the hospital where she had her appendectomy last year, but besides the smell of disinfectant, there was another more dangerous smell in the air — like the cold current from Siberia mixed with red-hot steel, with burning aggressiveness hidden under the cold hardness.​

This smell made her skin tingle.​

A sudden heat surged from her lower abdomen, forming a strange confrontation with the cold on her back. Lin Wei tensed her muscles involuntarily, but found her body extremely weak, even lifting her eyelids required great effort. What made her more panic-stricken was that this heat was spreading at an alarming speed, flowing through her blood vessels and dissolving her reason like sugar in warm water.​

"Awake?"​

A man's voice came from three meters away, as deep as the lowest note of a cello, but with a texture like ice crumbs. Lin Wei rolled her eyes and saw a white coat sweeping across the metal floor, making a slight friction sound. The man stood with his back to her at the operating table, his gloved fingers playing with a row of shining instruments, and the heel of his military boots knocked on the ground with a regular "du du" sound.​

Would someone wear military boots in a hospital?​

This question was immediately dispersed by the heat. Lin Wei's breathing became rapid, and sweat soaked her forehead hair, sticking to her hot skin. The aggressive smell became stronger and stronger, like a vine coiling around her heart, making her want to scream and run away, but at the same time, she couldn't help but want to get close to the source of the smell.​

"Water..." She bit her lower lip and tasted the smell of blood.​

The footsteps stopped above her head. Lin Wei tried to look up and saw a face framed by gold-wire glasses. The high brow bones cast a heavy shadow, the bridge of the nose was as straight as a knife, and the thin lips were pursed into a cold straight line. The most striking thing was his eyes. The lenses reflected the light of the shadowless lamp, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes, but one could feel a nearly examining focus, as if she were not a patient, but a specimen to be tested.​

"Abnormal physical signs." The man looked down at the terminal on his wrist, his fingers sliding quickly on the virtual keyboard. "Adrenaline soars, omega pheromone concentration exceeds the threshold — this is not right."​

Omega?​

A flash of lightning suddenly crossed Lin Wei's confused mind. She was very familiar with this word, which was exactly the gender system she set in Stellar Cage — alpha had absolute pheromone suppression, omega would be affected by it, and beta was the neutral between them.​

But she was a woman living in the 21st century on Earth, and had nothing to do with these terms.​

The heat suddenly reached its peak. Lin Wei's waist arched uncontrollably, and the strap tightened around her wrist, causing pain. She could clearly smell the alpha pheromone on the man, which was as cold as pine with explosive gunpowder-like heat, completely destroying her reason.​

"Doctor... what's wrong with me?" Her voice was choked with sobs, and tears flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably. "Did the operation fail?"​

The man's movement paused. He slowly took off his right rubber glove, revealing his bony fingers. The tips of his fingers, with the coolness of metal instruments, gently touched her carotid artery.​

Lin Wei's body trembled violently, but she couldn't struggle, as if she were under a spell. Through the thin skin, she could clearly feel her own rapid pulse under that finger, and the alpha pheromone from the man's palm was eroding her nerves like poison.​

"The operation was successful." A faint smile suddenly appeared in his voice, like a crack in the ice. "It's just that the subject has some... unexpected mutations."​

He leaned over, and his glasses were almost close to her forehead. Through her tearful eyes, Lin Wei saw the red data jumping on his terminal screen —​

【Subject 734: Gender characteristics revised to female, omega level determined as SSS+, and genetic sequence completely inconsistent with known databases.】​

Karen Voss.​

This name was like a bullet, breaking through Lin Wei's chaotic consciousness.​

The madman she wrote, who enjoyed torturing experimental subjects, fed live organs to Zerg, and almost caused half of the galaxy to fall, was now looking at her with great interest through his gold-wire glasses.​

And she, the author from another world, not only traveled into the doomsday novel she wrote, but also became a new toy on the villain's experimental platform.​

The man's fingertips slid down her neck and stopped at the newly healed surgical scar on her collarbone, gently rubbing it: "Don't be afraid, 734."​

His alpha pheromone suddenly erupted without warning, like a tsunami submerging the entire laboratory. In violent trembling, Lin Wei heard her own broken moans. Her body instinctively catered to that domineering pheromone, but her reason was screaming —​

Run.​

Run from the hell you created.

When the tsunami of alpha pheromones receded, Lin Wei felt as if all her bones had been removed. She collapsed on the metal table, gasping for breath. Cold sweat soaked through her thin hospital gown, clinging to her skin with a sickening chill. The scar on her collarbone still bore the lingering touch of the man's fingertips—cold, precise, with an unshakable sense of control.​

Karen Voss had already straightened up, meticulously pulling on a new pair of rubber gloves. He turned toward the operating table, the clinking of metal instruments echoing through the enclosed lab like the ticking of a countdown clock.​

"W-what are you going to do?" Lin Wei's voice still trembled, each word straining her sore throat. She had to stay calm; she had to recall the plot she'd written—when subjects showed abnormalities, Karen usually performed a full scan before deciding whether to proceed with secondary modifications.​

This was her only advantage.​

The man didn't turn arou