So this is how it ends... huh?
Pain. Then nothing.
A split second of instinct. He had seen the girl about to be hit by the truck.
He pushed her. She screamed.
And then, black.
No last words. No regrets. Just… silence.
---
But death didn't last long.
The world returned—strangely warm, dim, and distant.
Aeron's eyes fluttered open.
He expected concrete. Sirens. Heaven?
Instead, he saw a stone ceiling. Cracks. Dusty beams.
There was warmth beside him. A gentle hand holding his.
He turned his head and saw her.
A girl with white hair like fresh snow, eyes the same color—almost glowing. Pale skin. A calm expression. She looked delicate, but her gaze was firm.
She was kneeling beside him, as if she'd been sitting there for hours.
"…You're awake," she said softly.
Aeron blinked. His voice came out hoarse.
"Where… am I?"
The girl didn't answer immediately. She reached for a glass of water and carefully held it to his lips.
After he drank, she finally said, "This is home. You're safe now."
Then, with a gentle smile, she added, "I'm Lyra. Your sister."
---
Sister…?
That word echoed in his mind.
He stared at her. Then at the unfamiliar room. The worn-out furniture. The faint scent of old wood and medicine.
And then it clicked.
> This isn't Earth… This isn't even real.
This is fiction. A novel. A story I know.
Memories surfaced. Not from his life—but from a book.
A novel he once binge-read during lonely nights: a dark, yuri omegaverse story about betrayal, power, and twisted relationships. A world where alphas ruled society, omegas were rare and desired, and betas lived in between.
And the main character?
Lyra. A tragic alpha girl whose family was destroyed.
She had one precious person—her younger brother, an innocent omega, her only blood relative.
That brother… was now him.
> I've been transmigrated… into a character who dies early.
In the original novel, Lyra's brother was murdered.
Stabbed by the villainess. Forgotten by the world. Just a tragic catalyst.
That's supposed to be me now.
His heartbeat quickened—but he forced himself to stay still.
---
"I…" He hesitated. "I don't remember anything."
He decided to play dumb.
There was no advantage in revealing the truth.
If this was real—if he was now a part of this world—then his goal was simple:
> Survive.
Not save the world.
Not change the plot.
Just survive.
---
Lyra looked a little sad at his response, but she smiled again and placed her hand over his.
"It's okay. You've been through a lot. You don't need to force yourself to remember anything yet. I'm just glad you're safe."
Her voice was soft and sincere.
Aeron studied her face carefully.
This version of Lyra wasn't the cold, broken girl from later chapters.
She was still gentle. Still hopeful. Still… normal.
> She still sees me as her brother.
Good. I can work with this.
---
Over the next few hours, Lyra explained everything.
Their parents had died in a car crash just a week ago.
They were now living in an estate owned by their father's business partner.
They were being "cared for" by the Argent family—people Aeron already knew from the novel were manipulative and dangerous.
And that school would resume soon.
Aeron nodded as if confused, though his mind was clear.
> The villainess lives here. Selene Argent.
An alpha who manipulates everything and kills me later.
I can't let that happen.
He looked at his hands—smaller now, softer.
His body was younger. More fragile. An omega's scent. A role hated and hunted in this world.
> I'm at the bottom of this world's food chain.
But I still have one advantage—
I know what's going to happen.
---
That night, Lyra tucked him in gently.
"Goodnight, Aeron," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.
He didn't speak. He just closed his eyes.
> This world is cruel.
This world is scripted.
But if I keep my head down… if I play the fool…
I can live.
No one needs to know who I really am.
Not even her.