A Little Sweet O Travels to a Normal World - Chapter 1

“…Why are you doing this to me?”

“…Aren’t we supposed to be fated partners?”

Accompanied by this tragic cry, amidst a splitting headache, the world collapsed into a dead, silent darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, light slowly returned…

“Hey! Hey! Young man, are you alright?”

“Is this 120? There’s been a car accident here on XXX Road, someone is injured…”

Tang Zhuo struggled to open his eyes. Before he could make sense of his surroundings, he blacked out again in the piercing sunlight.

“Hello, Mr. Tang. This is Xia Chunzheng from Fengsheng Real Estate.”

A cheerful, talkative male voice came through the phone. “I tried contacting you before, but I couldn’t get through.”

The morning sun, not yet too intense, spilled into the room through the window glass. Tang Zhuo sat by the window, bathed in light; his already pale skin took on a translucent, clear beauty.

He lowered his head slightly, his fingertips pressing against the phone case. His clean, rounded pink fingernails turned slightly white from the tension.

“Ah, um… I had a bit of an accident a few days ago,” he said vaguely, his gaze flickering away.

“I see.” The other party didn’t pry and continued, “So, does Mr. Tang have time to talk now?”

“Yes, I do.”

“It’s like this: a tenant wants to see the apartment this afternoon. Are you available?”

Hearing this, a look of hesitation appeared on Tang Zhuo’s face. He opened his mouth to refuse, but the words died in his throat. He looked down at the notebook beside him.

It was a very ordinary lined notebook. Likely due to being idle for a long time and poorly stored, the paper was slightly yellowed and wrinkled, but it was still functional. On the open page, lines of small characters were written in blue ballpoint pen. Each character was round and plump, as delicate and cute as little steamed buns.

The heading read “Bills.” The left column listed “Bank of China,” “China Construction Bank”… and the right column contained numbers. Although the columns were long, the final figure at the very bottom was:

Total: 205.13

(Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Tang Zhuo stared at the emoticon he had just drawn. Under the real estate agent’s repeated questioning, he could only speak weakly: “This afternoon? That’s fine… what time exactly?”

“Probably around four or five o’clock.”

“Okay.”

“Then it’s a deal. See you then, and have a nice day!”

“Mhm! Thank you, you too.”

Once the other party hung up, Tang Zhuo put down his phone and collapsed forward, sprawling across the table like a salted fish.

Ugh, this is too hard…

As a pampered Omega, this was the first time Tang Zhuo had ever worried about money.

Indeed, Tang Zhuo did not belong here. This was his sixth day in this world.

He was already in the hospital when he first woke up. He didn’t know what had happened; he only remembered going to sleep and waking up in a different place. Once he sorted through the unfamiliar memories flooding his mind, he realized he hadn’t just come to another world—he had become a different “Tang Zhuo.”

The technological level here was much more backward than his home. Not only was the social system completely different, but the most crucial part was that the rules for gender were entirely different.

In this strange world, there were only men and women. No pheromones, no heat cycles, and certainly no ABO genders.

Tang Zhuo still remembered how shocked and devastated he felt when he first learned this. In this world, only women could bear children—meaning they were all “Female Omegas.” Meanwhile, as a male, while he had lost the ability to give birth, he had gained the ability to make women pregnant.

As a “Straight O” and a pure heterosexual, Tang Zhuo had no concept of two men being together. So, how could he possibly be with a female Omega and get her pregnant? Just thinking about it made him feel like his entire worldview was crumbling.

The only consolation was that his beloved family members still looked the same.

However, it was only a familiarity in appearance.

Thinking of this, Tang Zhuo couldn’t help but blink, his nose stinging. In this world, his parents were no longer a deeply loving couple; they had divorced when he was five. His father took his older brother abroad and only returned once every few years, while he was granted to his mother and grew up domestically.

His mother was still powerful, running a clothing company that grew larger by the day. Consequently, she had less and less time to come home. Although she never neglected him materially, she was lax in his care and discipline.

After entering puberty, the once obedient boy became incredibly rebellious—skipping class, smoking, drinking, and getting addicted to games. At first, it was just to get his mother’s attention, but then…

During university, he got involved in gambling. Nine times out of ten he lost, and the original owner of this body had managed to accumulate a mountain of debt at a young age.

Gambling turns people mad. Seeing the terrifying, frenzied version of himself in the original owner’s memories nearly scared Tang Zhuo to death. He had never seen such an ugly side of himself.

The last time his mother cleared his debts, she finally reached her limit. A fierce argument broke out, ending with his mother declaring she was cutting ties and would never provide him with another cent.

And so, Tang Zhuo found himself in his current predicament.

The figures in the notebook recorded his entire savings. Since the severance of their relationship, his mother truly hadn’t provided any financial support.

“Only two hundred yuan left… if I don’t make money, I’ll starve to death.”

Tang Zhuo closed the notebook with a frown. After tidying the table, he used his strength to stand up on his injured leg.

His right foot was encased in a hard plaster cast that reached mid-calf. It felt like wearing a heavy, clumsy shoe, making movement extremely inconvenient. It was a result of the car accident and wouldn’t be removed for another month. The doctor said if he didn’t want to end up with a permanent disability, he should rest and avoid strenuous exercise.

But in this situation, how could he afford to rest?

“Sigh…”

Tang Zhuo sighed, thinking back to the phone call. That Xia Chunzheng was, of course, a contact of the original owner. Because he had lost his financial backing and his salary couldn’t meet his spending habits, the original owner had set his sights on the spare rooms in his home.

After cutting ties, his mother, Shen Jingshu, hadn’t kicked him out; she simply hadn’t returned to live there since that day. This large apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms now had two vacant rooms: the master bedroom where his mother stayed, and the study.

Yes, the original owner—that “filial son”—not only planned to rent out the study but didn’t even intend to spare his mother’s bedroom.

QAQ

Just thinking about it made Tang Zhuo feel so sorry for his mother. Upon learning this, he wanted to call Shen Jingshu to apologize and beg for forgiveness, but she wouldn’t take his calls. Most ridiculously, the original owner didn’t even know the address of his mother’s company!

However, after calming down, Tang Zhuo stopped dwelling on it. After all, he wasn’t the original Tang Zhuo anymore. If his mother knew her familiar son was gone, she would probably be heartbroken. Although the original owner was truly outrageous, Tang Zhuo felt that his mother still loved him.

As for the rental, Tang Zhuo naturally didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to rent out the study or the bedroom because he couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have a stranger living in his home.

Yet, the balance he just calculated reminded him that he was currently a pauper and had no right to be willful. He was desperate for money, and in the short term, he couldn’t go out to find a job. Thus, rent would become his primary source of income.

If he wanted to live a good life, he had to try his best to rent the room out. And the sooner, the better.

Once he realized this, Tang Zhuo stopped being depressed. He patted his cheeks to cheer himself up and limped out of the bedroom on his crutches.

When he reached the kitchen door, Tang Zhuo instinctively stopped and peeked in cautiously. The kitchen was clean and tidy; the marble countertops reflected the light, and even the single window was bright and spotless.

Nevertheless, Tang Zhuo’s expression remained uneasy, looking as though he were still haunted by a past trauma.

His mother in this world had provided him with excellent material conditions. Although she wasn’t home often, she had hired nannies and housekeepers. Unfortunately, after the falling out, no one came to clean or cook anymore.

And the previous “him”… you couldn’t expect him to do any cleaning.

Consequently, when Tang Zhuo returned from the hospital, he faced… a house that smelled putrid, looking like a literal landfill!

That was absolutely the darkest moment of Tang Zhuo’s life—a horror story so terrifying that he felt like fainting just thinking back on it.

The scariest thing in the house wasn’t the floor that hadn’t been swept in a month, but the pile of takeout boxes in the corner of the kitchen that hadn’t been thrown out for God knows how long!

Recalling the maggots wriggling on the boxes, the buzzing flies, and the cockroaches crawling everywhere, Tang Zhuo still couldn’t help but turn pale. At that moment, he had burst into tears from sheer fright.

Tang Zhuo had never felt so scared and helpless. He couldn’t understand what kind of person could survive in such a hell, or what kind of person could create such a purgatory.

But in this world, there were no parents to endlessly tolerate and dote on him, and no older brother to spoil him from childhood and shield him from grievance. No matter how great the difficulty, he had to face it himself.

Tang Zhuo had to endure the nausea and fear, holding his nose to personally clear out those rotting, maggot-filled takeout containers. He had screamed as he used a broom to kill the cockroaches scurrying around the house, then dragged his injured leg to move the trash bit by bit to the bins downstairs.

Just throwing out the trash had taken him half the day. Then came the sweeping, mopping, disinfecting, and scrubbing. It wasn’t until late at night that the hygiene conditions reached a barely livable standard.

And he had successfully collapsed from exhaustion.

Spring cleaning is tiring work, let alone when your right foot is in a cast. Tang Zhuo usually had trouble sleeping in new beds, but last night he was out the moment his head hit the pillow. When he opened his eyes again, it was already 9:00 AM—a rare good sleep since his soul-travel.

Still, for a clean-freak Omega, there were many sub-par areas. Tang Zhuo decided to tidy up again before the tenant arrived to make a good impression and rent the house out as quickly as possible.

After confirming no new “little creatures” were flying around the kitchen, he stepped inside. Putting on a mask and gloves, he began a new round of disinfection.

As he worked, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person would come to see the house. Tang Zhuo only hoped they would have an easy-going personality—or at the very least, good hygiene habits.

Ideally, he hoped it would be a girl.