Her Genes Are Too Perfect

"Elaine? Aren't you going to the dining hall?" Her deskmate, Sophia Green, gently tapped the girl who had been slumped over the desk. When Elaine looked up, her face was pale, prompting Sophia's surprised exclamation, "God, you look awful."

Elaine White managed a weak smile and shook her head at the concerned Sophia. "It's nothing, just a bit of a cold. You go ahead, I'll catch up later."

Sophia nodded sympathetically, deciding to bring her back some hot soup. As a Beta, Elaine's physical constitution was inherently inferior to the naturally robust Alphas, while the scarce Omegas enjoyed top-tier medical resources. Betas were the largest yet most overlooked demographic. And Elaine was a so-called "inferior Beta" diagnosed with "impaired pheromone perception."

Yet, despite being at the bottom of the hierarchy, Elaine never seemed to wallow in self-pity. She maintained a calm optimism that Sophia, prone to melancholy, deeply admired.

Only after Sophia's footsteps faded down the corridor did Elaine finally stop masking her pain. She pressed a hand to her abdomen, her expression blank as she cursed inwardly: "Bloody hell… Why me…"

"Why is it that even after crossing worlds… I'm the only one who still has to deal with this."

Each day, her desire to escape this reality grew stronger.

Back on Earth, she had been a university student on the brink of graduation, drowning in the panic of plagiarism checks for her thesis. That weekend evening, a roommate equally tortured by academic deadlines had dug up a niche role-playing game and dragged the whole dorm into it. The words "ABO Worldview" glowed prominently on the screen.

"Hey, Lainey," her roommate had chuckled, eyeing the screen, "If you ever transmigrated into an ABO world, you'd totally be one of those asexual Betas, completely desire-less."

She had been baffled then, just taking the phone to see what it was all about—when instantly, the world plunged into darkness. Only the phone screen cast a harsh light, the words "Stellar ABO" starkly clear, accompanied by her roommate's grumble: "Damn it! Another blackout!"

A violent dizziness overwhelmed her, her vision went black, and consciousness fled.

Everything after waking up was something she wished she could forget. In short, she had assumed the identity of a comatose girl, entering this alien world through some lawful means. For safety, she had adopted the girl's surname, calling herself Elaine White.

However, she hadn't become a Beta as her roommate had predicted. This body was still her own.

Confirming this fact filled Elaine with a chilling mix of relief and profound terror. Relief, because she hadn't taken over a stranger's shell, burdened with an unknown fate; terror, because her body's makeup was fundamentally different from the humans of this world. If discovered, what likely awaited her was an eternity of dissection and study in some lab.

To survive, she was forced to frantically learn about this world. But the more she learned, the deeper her despair grew. In this stellar era where technology far surpassed Earth's, humanity was divided into three designations: Alpha, Beta, and Omega, with gender being secondary. Alphas and Omegas possessed pheromones. The higher the rank, the more superior the genetics, the greater the ability. In comparison, Betas seemed closer to the "ordinary humans" she knew, but they could still perceive and were influenced by pheromones.

High-rank pheromones exerted a natural suppression on lower ranks, even used for crowd control on battlefields. As an Earth human, Elaine was a complete "alien" — she had no pheromones and was utterly immune to their influence. Even with a med-pod-forged diagnosis of "impaired pheromone perception," she couldn't explain her complete immunity to pheromonal control. It was enough to drive any scientist mad.

After assuming the identity, she placed the comatose original occupant into a med-pod and brazenly attended school in her stead. Fortunately, it was the freshman intake period; no one noticed the discrepancy, allowing her to slip through.

Relying on a universal translator, she stumbled through learning entirely alien knowledge, as if thrust back into the grueling teenage years of academic pressure. But here, failing to grasp common knowledge meant exposure and death. She had to study secretly late at night, terrified of being seen and having her intelligence questioned.

The dull ache in her abdomen dragged her back to the present, that familiar wave of despair intertwined with pain spreading once more.

Because she was from Earth, even after crossing worlds, menstruation still followed her like a shadow. The slight metallic scent that accompanied her cycle was a stark anomaly here. This world had no sanitary pads or tampons. She could only custom-order a device resembling a menstrual cup based on memory, a barely adequate solution. Thankfully, her cycle lasted only three days with light flow, though the first day always brought lower back pain and cramping.

But in a galaxy with such advanced technology, she alone was still tormented by this primitive biological function.

"Ha. I really, truly wish I could just vanish."

Elaine buried her face in her arms, sighing silently.

"Tch."

A soft, annoyed sound came from behind her. Elaine snapped to the realization that she wasn't alone in the classroom and tensely turned around.

By the window in the corner, a blond boy had lifted his head slightly, his pale gold eyelashes almost translucent in the sunlight. His skin was fair, his features sharply defined and handsome in a distinctly Northern European way, edged with a severe beauty. Now, his brown eyes held the haze of recently disturbed sleep, which quickly dissipated, replaced by a layer of icy sharpness.

He simply stared at her quietly for a long moment before slowly sitting up straight. Even separated by several desks, Elaine could feel the imposing air his frame commanded.

He narrowed his eyes, his voice low and clear, cutting through the quiet room:

"You smell of blood."

"Always have."

Elaine froze, her blood seeming to turn to ice in her veins.

　For a moment, Elaine held her breath. Her mind raced.

She forced calm, feigning surprise. "Is there?" The man leaned back in his seat, offering no reply, his gaze still fixed on her as if awaiting an explanation. He carried an air of innate, unspoken nobility that exuded a heavy pressure without a word.

Damn bloodhound's nose, Elaine cursed inwardly. She couldn't even smell the faintest hint herself, and Sophia, who sat closest to her, had never mentioned anything. Why did that minuscule, almost non-existent scent have to be detected by him, several seats away?

...Unless he was an Alpha or an Omega. Possessing the acute senses ordinary Betas lacked.

The moment this guess formed, her heart sank.

She had been meticulously hiding her abnormalities, burying herself in studies, rarely paying attention to her classmates. If not for the pain keeping her in the classroom today, she would have never had any interaction with th