After Transmigrating into a Book, I Finally Have an Omega - Chapter 1

The snowy night was silent. Crystal-clear flakes fluttered down, slowly blanketing the entire city.

Inside the convention center, the lights were as bright as day. The Golden Crow Awards—the most prestigious ceremony in the entertainment industry—was underway.

Just after the “Best Actress of the Year” was announced, a side door of the convention center quietly opened.

A woman clutching a trophy held a black umbrella, following her manager and assistant toward the roadside. Her fiery red gown trailed slightly across the snow; she looked like a ball of flame amidst the vast expanse of white.

“Sister Xi, if we didn’t have to leave early for filming, I really wanted to stay and see how those who didn’t win would act all cynical and sarcastic,” the assistant remarked.

Hearing this, Chao Nanxi tilted her umbrella higher, gradually revealing a delicate chin and short, slicked-back hair. “I’d rather scroll through short videos than watch her.”

She smiled faintly, utterly uninterested. She had long grown tired of the petty “hair-pulling” drama of the industry.

After getting into the car, she handed the trophy to her assistant and opened a reading app on her phone. At the top of her list was the trending ongoing novel: Rising to the Peak of Life After Being Marked (ABO).

“Sister Xi, where is the update at? I don’t have nearly as much patience for following serials as you do.”

The assistant brought over a pair of slippers. Chao Nanxi curled into her seat in her most comfortable posture.

“If it weren’t for a character having the same name as me, I probably wouldn’t bother with a serial either.”

She clicked on the latest chapter. By some coincidence, the story also began at an awards ceremony.

「If it weren’t for Nanxi’s help, I certainly wouldn’t be where I am today.」

These were the first words spoken by the original female lead, Song Zhongxia, during her acceptance speech for the top award.

Chao Nanxi paused, her fingertip tapping rhythmically on the screen. She was genuinely curious—what kind of fate awaited this “big shot” who shared her name but existed only as a background character in the text?

The book said too little, but Nanxi’s curiosity only grew, leading her to search for details instinctively.

The traffic light turned red. The van stopped. Chao Nanxi continued reading, but after only a few lines, a sense of impending doom washed over her.

A heavy truck, ignoring the red light, plowed forward at full speed. Dazzling headlights strangled any screams. Her vision shattered as the vehicle rolled.

The flame-like dress bloomed against the pure white snow. Blood soaked through the fabric, silent and still.

It hurt.

It hurt so much.

Her head felt like it was about to explode, and a mounting sense of fury accumulated in her heart. Her vision was blurred, and a destructive urge clamored to break through her rationality.

Chao Nanxi stumbled a few steps across the room. The moment her fingers touched an ornament on a shelf, she hurled it away with violence.

Broken. Shattered. The unquenchable agitation in her heart transformed into an abyss of desire.

She had to destroy everything. A ball of fire was trapped within her body, desperately seeking an exit.

Clarity and trance-like delirium tore at each other. A domineering, bitter scent filled the confined space, repeatedly attempting to seize control of her.

She refused to be manipulated!

Chao Nanxi swayed and crouched down, picking up a porcelain shard and slicing her fingertip hard. The brief flash of pain cleared the barrier blocking her vision slightly. She lunged for the door, rattling the handle up and down, but it wouldn’t budge.

Turning around, she leaned against the door, gasping for air. Amidst the mental struggle, she looked toward the window directly opposite her.

She stumbled over, grabbed a chair, and threw it with all her might. The glass shattered with a deafening crash.

Not enough. She grabbed the chair and raised it again.

Just as she thought no one would come, an urgent knocking sounded at the door. “Sister Nan, are you in there?”

The address made Chao Nanxi feel awkward, but the sweet, clear voice unexpectedly granted her a moment of sanity. It was like a wall of ice and snow blocking the encroaching flames, giving her a momentary chance to escape.

“I’m here…”

Sensing no immediate malice, Chao Nanxi responded.

“Wait for me!”

The voice vanished. Moments later, a figure appeared outside the window. She was swinging a fire extinguisher with all her might. Fresh air surged in.

Chao Nanxi couldn’t see the person’s face clearly, but those eyes were remarkably vivid. Ignoring the glass shards, the person crawled in and lunged toward her.

Chao Nanxi instinctively dodged. The situation was unclear; the only person she could trust was herself.

The intruder was shoved aside by Nanxi, falling onto the glass shards. She had injured her hand and let out a low groan of pain.

But in the next moment, she scrambled back up and lunged again with fierce determination, eventually pinning Chao Nanxi down on the sofa. She pressed her weight down firmly, her hand fumbling inside her backpack.

Several times, Chao Nanxi nearly threw her off, but the girl seemed dead-set on restraining her. Finally, she pulled out a syringe and drove it into the back of Nanxi’s neck.

As the medicine took effect, the glands were soothed, and Nanxi’s logic slowly returned. Simultaneously, a sudden flood of memories caused a splitting headache.

Chao Nanxi closed her eyes in pain, nearly rolling off the sofa. Seeing this, the girl caught her with a hint of unobservable guilt.

After a moment’s hesitation, she hugged Chao Nanxi.

At first, her arms were stiff, only relaxing when Nanxi stopped struggling. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the thin sweat from Nanxi’s forehead with gentle, meticulous care.

The conflict settled into peace. Chao Nanxi rested her head on the girl’s lap and looked up at her; those bright eyes seemed to catch and hold her.

“Sister Nan, you’ll be fine once we put on a new set of suppressor patches.”

The girl’s child-coaxing manner unexpectedly calmed the chaotic thoughts racing through Nanxi’s head. She brushed aside Nanxi’s long hair and firmly applied the patch to the gland.

Finally, the scent of bitter almonds that had filled the room began to fade.

Chao Nanxi closed her eyes and opened them again, staring into the girl’s eyes. “What is your name?”

Her vision finally cleared. Chao Nanxi propped herself up to face her. The girl wore a hat and thick black-rimmed glasses, avoiding Nanxi’s gaze as she tried to hide herself.

“I am Cen Xin.”

Cen Xin. Chao Nanxi remembered—to be precise, she was an NPC who appeared in a certain chapter of the novel.

In the book, when the female lead talked to her lover about Nanxi, she mentioned that Nanxi had been betrayed by an assistant. That person was Cen Xin.

Chao Nanxi searched through “Nanxi’s” memories. There was almost nothing regarding Cen Xin, which was very strange.

“What happened to me?” Chao Nanxi surveyed the room; her previous destructiveness had been staggering.

“Today is Sister Nan’s heat (rut/susceptible period). Usually, Sister Lan would give you a suppressor before an event, but…”

Cen Xin looked at the mess on the floor, her hands tightening on her knees.

She clearly knew something she wasn’t willing to say. Chao Nanxi noticed but didn’t plan to press her yet.

“Thank you, Cen Xin.”

This was the first time Chao Nanxi had ever said her full name. A flash of surprise crossed Cen Xin’s eyes.

“Cen Xin, can you do a few favors for me?” Chao Nanxi stood up, leaning on the sofa. “Call the police first, then find someone to cordone off this area. Until the police arrive, no one is allowed in except you.”

This was the first time Nanxi had ever spoken so many words to her. That phrase “except you” made Cen Xin nod in agreement as if possessed.

“Okay!”

After Cen Xin left, Chao Nanxi walked to the bathroom. The pale face in the mirror was both strange and familiar. She looked exactly like herself, but her temperament was entirely different.

Is this fate, or the consequence of a reckless wish? Nanxi thought, finding humor in her misery.

She had simply expressed a longing for the ABO world while reading and joked about wanting to be the strongest Alpha and dating the softest, cutest Omega. Who would have thought she’d actually transmigrate into the book?

Returning to the room, Nanxi’s expression turned cold. She had an excellent memory and remembered the novel’s contents vividly. She was certain that what was happening now had never appeared in the book, and the timing of similar events didn’t match. This was a new event outside of her known knowledge.

Her phone vibrated. It was Cen Xin.

“Sister Nan, I’ve handled everything you asked for. No one can get in to disturb you.”

Sensing no danger or untrustworthiness from Cen Xin—and remembering how she had risked everything to save her—Chao Nanxi temporarily doubted the idea that Cen Xin would betray her.

Just as Nanxi was about to speak, someone else took the phone.

“Nanxi, what happened? Why can’t even I come in?”

It was her manager, Wang Lan, who was currently glaring fiercely at Cen Xin.

Chao Nanxi instinctively wanted to explain, but then she clamped her mouth shut. The lingering consciousness of the “original” Nanxi was used to obeying Wang Lan; she had almost answered out of habit. At the same time, the “new” Nanxi didn’t feel Sister Lan was trustworthy.

Her instinct for avoiding danger had always been sharp. Compared to her manager, she was more inclined to trust Cen Xin for now.

“The police are here!”

Cen Xin saw the police car from a distance, shook off Wang Lan’s attempt to stop her, and ran over to lead the way.

Watching the police car whistle toward them, Wang Lan suddenly became nervous. She ran to a corner and dialed a number.

“Song Zhongxia, don’t you dare screw me over! Why is this turning out differently than what you told me?!”

Author’s Note:

The Little Assistant’s Work Diary: Day 1

Today, she called me by my name.

Chao Nanxi: My wife hugged me the first time we met, hehe.