After Transmigrating into a Book, I Ended Up with My Dream Omega - Chapter 9

At exactly 8:00 AM China time, Wilderness Survival Season 2 officially began its broadcast.

As the screen flickered to life, it showed the six guests standing in a row with their backpacks on, chatting with the Chief Director, who remained off-screen.

[It’s finally starting! I want to see just how “authentic” this 24-hour live survival show really is!]

[It’s an all-female cast this time. I feel for the two Omegas; I hope the two Alphas take good care of them.]

[Last season had editing to help, and those male Alphas still acted like jerks. I can only imagine how those two “lords” would treat Betas and Omegas without editing. I just hope these two female Alphas aren’t like that. Though, Wei Lan is famously cold, and as for that investor Xia Xiangzhen… emmmm, hard to say.]

[The person above is right. I’m even more worried for the two Omegas now. Oh, and the Beta too.]

“Guests, the place we are standing now is Honiara Harbor. This is not yet our true survival destination,” the Director announced.

“Before we head out, the crew needs to check your luggage. Any prohibited items will be confiscated. We will return them once your survival journey is complete. Now, please open your backpacks for inspection.”

Yu Yayue, keeping the Director’s instructions to liven the mood in mind, hugged her backpack pitifully. “Didn’t you tell us yesterday to leave everything we shouldn’t bring at the hotel? We were so obedient and narrowed it down to just one backpack, and you’re still taking things?”

He Zixi and Chen Shengze played along, consistently “selling their misery” even as they took their bags off. Wei Lan, on the other hand, coolly dropped her bag directly onto the ground.

Xia Xiangzhen still hadn’t decided whether to maintain her long-held persona. She simply unslung her backpack with a wry smile. Internally, she was actually quite nervous—mostly about the snacks hidden in her sleeves. If she smuggled them in successfully, great. But if she got caught now, she’d lose face big time.

Yin Xiaowei had enjoyed a brief moment of peace without Xia Xiangzhen hovering around her. But seeing Xia Xiangzhen looking a bit out of it, apparently deep in thought, she felt a flicker of worry. It wasn’t worry for Xia Xiangzhen’s well-being, but rather a fear that her words earlier had caused the woman to “release her true nature.” That would likely be even worse for her.

Yin Xiaowei’s frequent peeks were noticed by Xia Xiangzhen. Thinking, Xiaowei really is soft-hearted despite her sharp words, Xia Xiangzhen flashed her a massive, beaming smile.

Yin Xiaowei turned her gaze back to her own bag. She decided she should just ignore her. Regardless of what state the investor was in, Yin Xiaowei would be the one suffering; she might as well just deal with things as they came.

The Director ignored the complaints and ordered the check to begin. Despite being warned, most guests had operated on the principle of “bring it and see if they notice.” Lighters and thermos flasks were ruthlessly confiscated. Finally, the crew even demanded they turn their bags upside down and shake them.

“You guys are too brutal. You’re really not letting us bring a single thing,” Xia Xiangzhen said, her mood picking up now that her snacks had successfully bypassed the bag check.

As the inspection finished, Yu Yayue packed her approved items back while asking curiously, “So, if we actually did manage to sneak something in, would you still confiscate it?”

Every eye—including those of the film crew—shot toward Yu Yayue.

“In that case, let’s check their pockets,” the Director said. “If you can still get things in after that, I’ll consider you impressive.”

The gazes of the other five guests immediately turned resentful.

[Empty! They’ve been totally gutted! Even the tiny snacks were fished out. Hahaha, this is killing me.]

[First time seeing guests with backpacks and pockets this empty.]

[At this point, I actually believe this is a real survival show.]

Yu Yayue was only asking because she was usually quite good at hiding small items. She had just wanted to know if, once inside, she could use them openly. She truly hadn’t expected her question to doom her teammates. Facing the lingering, bitter glares of her partners, she hid behind Chen Shengze, not daring to show her face.

Ignoring the silent drama, the Director continued, “Next, the crew will provide you with some essential survival tools.”

“What tools? Let’s see them,” Xia Xiangzhen said, reaching out.

“I can’t tell you yet.” The Director pointed to a yacht moored nearby. “Once you are on the boat, we will reveal the mini-game you must play to earn these supplies.”

“Alright, let’s go!” Yu Yayue raised her arm, rallying the group.

As the guests headed for the boat without looking back, the Director shouted after them, “You didn’t say the slogan! Shout it at the camera! Just say: ‘Wilderness Survival Season 2 has begun!’”

“Wilderness Survival Season 2 has begun!”

After a completely uncoordinated shout, the motors started, and the six guests headed toward the vast, open ocean.

The blue sky, white clouds, and endless sea were beautiful at first, but after thirty minutes of sailing, the group became drowsy.

[The scenery is nice, but after thirty minutes, I’ve got visual fatigue.]

[Right? Where’s the mini-game? Why hasn’t it started?]

[This is the downside of live streaming. They’re floating, so we’re floating. If it were edited, this would be a five-second montage of pretty waves.]

The Director saw a signal from her assistant—viewer numbers were starting to dip. She immediately clapped her hands. “Everyone! The mini-game for our essential tools is starting now!”

“What is it?!” Xia Xiangzhen snapped from drowsy to high-alert in a second.

Twelve small boxes were placed before the guests.

“A game of luck,” the Director said. “Six of these boxes contain supplies; six are empty. Each person gets to choose only one.”

“Fifty-fifty chance? Not bad,” Xia Xiangzhen said. “Who wants to go first?”

“It’s a good way to test our luck. Once we’re on the island, whoever has the worst luck should stay away from making any guess-based decisions,” Yin Xiaowei added.

Wei Lan glanced at the two of them, said nothing, and stepped forward to tap a box. “I’ll take this one.”

She opened it. The camera zoomed in. It was empty.

“Great, one wrong option eliminated! Who’s next?” Xia Xiangzhen said cheerfully.

“I’ll go,” Yin Xiaowei said, picking one at random. Inside was a sharp machete.

“Nice! We have a tool to clear paths and cut wood for a shelter,” Xia Xiangzhen cheered, leading the others in applause. “Since Sister Xiaowei is done, I’m next.”

[On Weibo, someone leaked that the investor likes one of the guests. Watching this, the double standards are too obvious.]

[It just seems like Yin Xiaowei doesn’t want anything to do with her. The ‘one-way love’ is glaring.]

[Let me add to the tea: apparently at the meeting, someone rejected someone very bluntly.]

[There aren’t many Omegas who dare to reject an Alpha like that these days. Especially an investor. She’s a ‘Mighty O’! I’m a fan!]

[The Alpha is an embarrassment! If she gets rejected, why isn’t she doing something? Release pheromones and suppress her!]

[Are you the embarrassment? An Alpha has to “do something” after being rejected? Pheromone suppression? Are you mentally ill?]

The chat devolved into a heated argument over ABO social dynamics until the crew stepped in with a “Great Muting Spell” to restore peace.

The guests’ luck turned out to be decent. Without any cheating from the crew, they managed to gather the most important items. Besides Yin Xiaowei’s machete, Xia Xiangzhen got the flint, and Yu Yayue won an axe. He Zixi had the best luck of all, picking the large iron pot.

After the game, they floated for a while longer before finally reaching the destination. Seeing the beautiful island in the distance, the guests—who had been on the boat for over an hour—cheered.

“Finally here!”

“If we didn’t land soon, I was going to get seasick!”

Watching the cheering group, the Director said calmly, “Since everyone is so excited, let’s begin the landing.”

Looking at the island, which was still a fair distance away, a guest asked the “soul-searching” question: “Wait, we haven’t actually docked. How are we supposed to get off the boat?”