Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega
Chapter 90: What the hell is going on?

Chapter 90: What the hell is going on?

Synopsis:

Brys found himself in a new kingdom —Thalma. The Storm he knows isn’t the same as the one he met. He’s the ruthless prince, who derives pleasure from the suffering of others. Broken, but strong, he’s not ready for the new sex slave he got. Brys is determined to get the prince to love him while helping him fight against the opposition to the throne.

Brys

"What are we doing here? Where is...." The words froze in my throat when I finally realized what was happening — I’m chained to the walls.

Everything happened so fast. One minute I was standing in the room, and the next, I found myself chained to the wall, wearing tattered clothes, and looking more like a beggar.

"Oh, that’s right!" Fan winked at me. "In this world, you are a war slave. You were gotten from an enemy kingdom, and will be executed —"

"What?" I screamed.

I just got into this world, and he’s talking about being executed.

"Yeah," he clicked so fast on the blue system, making my eyes rotate with each thing he does.

"... But what am I going to do?" I yelled at him, tugging on the chain, to check if it will give way. "How am I supposed to help the Storm of this world if I’m going to be executed?!" I shrieked.

He shrugged, "when you finally figure out how to do that, I will release the benefits of the last world to you. But for now, you are just an ordinary omega. Which means you are not strong enough to free yourself from this."

"What?"

"You —"

"What the hell am I going to do? Don’t tell me you won’t help me?"

"I’m afraid you are alone for now. You need to pass this level independently. I will be back to check if you survived."

"My baby?"

"Is safe. The moment you pass the level, you will be able to visit your baby. I just hope you don’t disappoint me. I had to fight, to be able to be your system in this world.

Airya should have been the one with you, but I had to beg for them to still keep me around. I hope you don’t fail my expectations, Brys. I know you can do this. You have always found a way."

"But —"

"Bye, my love," he winked at me. "I will be patiently waiting for you to pass the first test. Good luck because you will need it." With a wink, he disappeared.

"Fuck!"

I tugged on the chains that rattled without easing.

How the hell did Fan expect me to break out of this damned chain? I tugged hard on it. It clanged but didn’t break.

The door to the room opened, and I stopped what I was doing, and focused on the person who stepped in.

A man who doesn’t look older than 30, stepped in. His green eyes stopped on me, and he sneered, "bitch!"

I can see the hatred in his eyes. He looked like he was just moments from ripping my head off my neck.

"... Excuse me."

I gulped when his eyes darkened at the call. God, the man seemed like he was barely keeping himself from killing me.

He closed the distance between us and held me on my hair, hard. He forced me to look into his eyes which are brewing with so much hatred, it took my breath away.

"Let me go!" I cried out when the pain became too much for me to bear.

"Omega slut!" The man threw me back on the floor, and my head hit on the hard tiles. "Bitch!" He sneered at me, while I tried to move back, to avoid getting hit on the head.

"You —"

A knock on the door interrupted the man. He turned towards it with a frown on his face. "What do you want?"

"It’s time for the execution." A voice from the other end said, knocking hard on the door.

My heart skipped a beat. It seemed like the organ was about to leap out of my chest.

What execution are they talking about?

The man in the room stared down at me and barred his teeth before he stormed out of the room, and banged the door behind him.

The door opened almost immediately, and another man stepped in. This one looked a bit kind compared to the stern expression on the first man’s face.

His blue hair is tied up in a man bun, with just a few cascading down his face. His red eyes stared down at me with kindness. "It’s time to leave."

His voice is softer compared to the first, but the deep rumble still scared me. I peered up at him as my lips quivered.

"Where am I?" I asked, not expecting an answer from him. Though the man looked kind, I don’t know if he was the same as the other man or better.

"The kingdom of Thalma." The man walked to the wall, and removed the chains. There were clanging sounds before the chains were removed.

I tried to rise, only to wince at the pain. A glance at my feet showed how battered it was.

God, what the hell is going on here?

Why is this world so different from the first one I was sent to? Not only am I to be executed today, but it seems like my body took some beating.

"Who am I?"

The man stared at me as if I had somehow lost it. His eyes took me in from the crown of my head to my battered feet before he shook his head.

"Seems like the beating got to you," he took the chain towards the door. "You are the Omega prince from Amal."

"What?"

A damned prince? How the hell did I end up in this state? What the hell is going on, even?

"A prince?"

There’s got to be some misunderstanding here. How the damned hell am I a prince when I’m chained like a slave?

"Yes, that’s what you are. Our crown prince wiped out your family. And you are to be executed in the presence of the entire people of Thalma."

Thanks, that was a great help.

Now, I will die I’m at peace because of this.

"Okay," I nodded, hoping the man will continue, but he didn’t.

He tugged on the chain, "is there anything else you need to know before you are executed?"