Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega

"Fuck, this is the worst comic I've ever read." I tugged on my hair, frustrated by the damned book. "I bet the author is one psychotic bastard," I moaned aloud, disheartened by the book.

I can't believe I read a book like that. This was by far the worst MC I've ever had the opportunity to read about.

The art was great, but the plot was just total rubbish.

It took me three long days to read through that damned comic, and for what?

Just to read about that silly omega who couldn't even stand for himself? He acted like a love-struck puppy to an Alpha who never loved him.

"Come on, Mega. We need to get the books back to the library. You have to cease making snide remarks about your comics." Philip rolled his eyes at me.

I bet he has gotten tired of hearing me complain about the comic I just completed. His black eyes seemed more tired than he looked when he left earlier.

"Can you blame me for that, man? That omega is so dumb. How can you love someone who has always treated you like trash?

I don't get it."

If only I can meet that stupid omega, I would have shaken some sense into him. It would have only taken a slap to completely reformat his mentality.

Phillip sighed. "It's alright. Since you don't like the comic, I will get another one for you." He tossed my jacket to me. "Here, wear it. We need to get moving. The librarian just phoned me." He ran a hand through his blonde hair as a sigh escaped his lips. His dark eyes locked with mine, in a silent plea for me to keep my mouth shut.

"You are getting a new comic for me, promise?" I wore the jacket he gave me and combed my hair with my fingers. "I might get a haircut soon."

It has been long since I cut my hair. I don't need it to grow long before I cut it.

"Maybe, we will do that after sending the books back," Phillip took the books. "For now, we have some tasks to do." He hastened out of our room.

I followed him and locked the door behind us.

Phillip and I live in an apartment off campus because the dorms were filled. We rented a condo close to the school, and have been living here since our first year. Though it wasn't all roses and such, Phillip is one great, bloody friend.

"I'm never going to read a comic written by that man." I fumed. "That was the worst comic ever."

I wasn't about to drop the matter until I'd vented enough.

Phillip sighed. "I get it, Mega. You don't have to tell me more about your comic." He turned to look at me.

"No, you don't get it! That comic was trash! Wait, it's not even the comic. It's that foolish omega. How can he be so dense? I know he loves the Alpha dearly, but why will he allow the Alpha to treat him like a fool?" I felt like kicking a water bottle I saw lying on the floor.

"People are glancing at us, Mega. Keep your voice down." Phillip glanced around before he took my hands and made to cross the road.

However, I refused to let him hold me because I was still pissed.

"I don't bloody care!" I took a step back. "That Omega is shit! He—"

"Mega, watch out!"

I heard Phillip shout before the collision. A sharp pain racked my body as I fell on the tarred road.

*****

I slowly opened my eyes. My body didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I thought the collision will leave me in pain, with my legs strung up in a hospital bed.

"Fuck, what just happened?" I placed a hand on my forehead, and peeked up, expecting to meet Phillip's worried glance.

But nothing of that sort happened.

Instead, I discovered something shocking.

"Where am I?" I glanced around the forest, confused about how I got to be there. I was supposed to be in a damned hospital, and not a forest!

"Oh, you are awake." A voice spoke behind me, and I instinctively turned.

Behind me was a strange creature.

He wasn't only petite, but he had wings!

The small creature was dressed in a blue gown which covered his legs. The only visible things were his hands and wings. His hair was covered with a black cloak.

"What are you?" I tried to rise from the floor, but the searing pain I felt, caused me to sit back.

"I'm your system, I guess." The strange creature placed a hand under his jaw. He gave me a once-over as if sizing me up the same way I did go him not too long ago.

"System? What system?" I glanced around the forest.

"You see." The small creature glided over to me. "You died, and your soul somehow got here."

"What do you mean?" His words confused me more.

"I don't even know." He blinked. "Just like you, I found myself here. All I know is that I'm your system. And I'm supposed to guide you through your—"

"Wait, I transmigrated?" I blinked. "Which world is this? Is this some dope world where I will get points when I kill villains? A world where I can level up after each stage?" I perked up. "Gosh! I'm the main lead, right?" It sounded so good to be true.

"Uh… I don't know." He nervously scratched his hair. "Let me consult the script." He turned his back to me.

"Aren't you a system?" I furrowed my brows at him. "Why do you need to read a script?"

He didn't say a word for a long time.

"Oh, yes!" He suddenly turned to face me. "Welcome into the kingdom of the dark Moon. I'm your system, and your host is....."

"Are you kidding me?" I gasped. "Dark moon?

Fuck." I tugged on my hair. "Not only did I transmigrate into that shitty comic, but I got a stupid system?"

"Hey!" He pointed at me. "I have a name, you know! I'm not a stupid system!" He wagged his little fingers at me.

"What's wrong?" I tried to rise from the ground, and this time, I was successful. "So, dear system, what's my task?"

"Your task?" He placed a hand under his jaw. "What's that?"

I groaned. "Who even made you a system? Well, I'm not surprised. After all, this is one stupid comic. I guess I will—"

He coughed. "Well, according to the script, you are Brys, an omega from the family of—"

"Brys?" I widened my eyes in shock. "I'm Brys?"

I scoffed.

This can't be possible.

There is no way in hell that I will be that damned stupid omega.

"Well, that's what the script said." The stupid system glared at me

"Brys? Hmm. Which time in the comic did I arrive?" I placed a hand on my jaws. "Has he met the Alpha?"

"No… Not yet." My stupid system glided in front of me. "According to the script, you only need to keep to the script."

To hell that I will do that.

"And if I don't? Is there any punishment attached?"

Though my system wasn't as reliable as that of the ones I've read of in comics, I was aware he was the only one who can supply the answers to my questions.

"I think…." He skimmed through the script.

"You are even using a book? What of those fancy gadgets I read about?" I blinked as I moaned my luck.

In other system books I've read, their systems have fancy gadgets, but this one is using an old script for fuck's sake.

"Oh, yes! You will receive a stroke of cane anytime you go against the plot." He folded the little script.

"A stroke of cane?" Hmm. "Anything more?" I pursed my lips.

"None that I know of." He grinned.

"Well, a stroke of the cane doesn't sound that bad." I beamed. "I'm going to show that damned author how a good story is written."

"Hey! Don't you dare go against me!" My stupid system placed both hands on his waist.

"I'm already doing that." I limped out of the place and headed to my cottage.

With my memory of the comic, I will be able to navigate just fine, in this strange world — or so I thought.