Becoming Campus Queen

Episode VI

Emma had a premonition that tomorrow might bring unpredictable events, and nothing good awaited her. "There's definitely trouble brewing," she reassured herself.

She believed everything would be alright once she developed the differentiation antagonist. When that happened, the pheromones would disappear, allowing her to return to a normal life.

Previously, Emma had considered accepting the possibility of becoming an Omega if the differentiation antagonist wasn't developed in time. But the events of today made it clear to her that even if she shifted from Beta to Omega, she wouldn't be accepted.

Despite her tarnished reputation, she refused to transform into an Omega just to prove their "predictions." She was determined to develop the inhibitor and maintain her Beta status.

The inhibitor had to be created! Everything was for her freedom.

With renewed determination, Emma organized her materials meticulously. She had gathered these from the school library, spending endless hours reading dry and tedious literature. She couldn't let external factors damage her hard work; this research was fundamental to changing her future.

Adjusting her focus, Emma took a deep breath, turned on the lights in the room, and glanced around. The 30-square-meter bedroom resembled its state before she left for school, without the maid coming in to clean.

Emma had manually divided the bedroom into two spaces. The area nearest to the door was where she rested and slept, furnished with a double bed, a wardrobe, a computer, and an en suite bathroom.

The interior décor predominantly featured shades of gray and white, presenting a harmonious and minimalist aesthetic. Emma disliked ornate and complex decorations, and luckily, the previous occupant's preferences matched hers closely, sparing her from unnecessary changes.

Except for the section dedicated to sleep, the remaining space in the 30-square-meter room was designated for her work.

Emma organized the unused items and then opened the wardrobe, accessing a hidden door inside. Stepping into the glass room, she reeked of chemicals.

This was Emma's laboratory, the culmination of her hard work and dedication, where she had invested most of her money. Chemical vials filled the space, some undergoing reactions.

These containers stored not only pheromones and blood extracted from her body but also samples purchased from the black market, including Beta, Alpha, and Omega blood.

Recalling the risky purchase of Omega blood, Emma shuddered. At that moment, she was so desperate that when placing the order, she almost fell into a trap set by the federal government.

However, procuring blood samples was essential, no matter the danger.

The complexity of comparing the substances in human blood made her task immense. She had to seek help from the black market.

Tomorrow was Saturday, the day she planned to retrieve some results. If not for this task, she wouldn't have returned home today but stayed at the library or the lab.

Oddly, despite being away from the Alpha group, Emma could still sense the pheromones. Her lab's specialized walls should have filtered out all pheromones, making their presence in the room inexplicable.

Puzzled, Emma sniffed herself but found nothing unusual.

Deciding to take a bath, Emma left the room.

Watching her depart, Arthur diverted his gaze.

"You're just in time. Let's begin," he said to Gary, suppressing any lingering doubts, knowing what mattered and what didn't, dismissing thoughts about Emma.

Several attractive but somewhat immature Alpha males surrounded them.

Arthur took a seat and mentioned, "The federal government's annual military competition is coming up. This year, besides the usual schools, the Royal Academy has joined."

The Royal Academy's system differed vastly from St. Christopher’s College under the federal government, mostly housing descendants of the royal family.

"Their first participation is quite aggressive," Arthur continued. "They're not confronting us directly but resorting to covert actions. In less than a week, they've already sent a few of our school's competitors to the hospital."

"Less than half a month remains until the competition starts, and they're trying to make an impression in their first attempt."

Gary leaned back on the couch, chuckling. Alphas were robust and recovered swiftly, a week's injury wouldn't impede their participation.

It was disgusting but not fatal.

The Royal lineage was never liked, known for their underhanded tactics.

Arthur squinted, "What are they afraid of?"

Thomas despised the royal family's sneaky behavior behind closed doors.

"Why can't they confront us openly? Why resort to such disgusting schemes?"

Arthur joked, "I think it's best you keep your distance from me."

He pinched his nose, "I might not be able to control my fists."

"…Damn," Thomas knew his pheromones hadn't dissipated entirely. He turned away and sat several meters apart.

Arthur dropped his hand, glancing at the black-haired youth who remained silent in the main seat. He implied, "Ashe Elvis, the heir from the Royal family, is also participating."

He'd heard about the Omega princess from the Royal family who wanted to marry Ethan.

Ethan, with crossed arms, cast a cold, piercing glance at Arthur.

Arthur shrugged, unafraid.

"Seriously, I think you guys…," he hadn't finished his sentence when he felt a psychic attack. Quickly retaliating, he forced a smile.

"You really can't take a joke."

Ethan's voice was crisp, a hint of danger present. "I'll find an opportunity to speak for you about your feelings for the princess."

"...better not..." Arthur retracted his casual smile, frowned. Everyone knew what intentions the Royal family had, to control 3S Alpha. They needed to prove their worth.

"The old folks will devour me." Arthur chuckled again.

"Let them, and they'll regret it." Ethan's sharply chiseled face exuded a touch of mockery.

Although no names were mentioned, everyone present knew whom they were talking about.

Thomas reclined lazily, resting on one leg, supporting himself with his hand behind him.

As they nonchalantly discussed plans, Thomas couldn't help but remind them, "What if that Beta overheard us? Wouldn't that be a problem?"

"No, we haven't discussed anything secretive." Arthur waved his hand with a mischievous grin. They had decided to discuss matters at Gary's place today, an impromptu decision; no one could have known about this uncertain location.

However, they hadn't anticipated an unexpected visitor...a mouse.

Due to Emma's sudden appearance, they couldn't discuss anything too crucial.

Thomas thought about it and agreed. "Let's find another place; I feel uncomfortable with her around."

As he got up, a black mist caught Thomas's attention. What was it? It seemed to have fallen from the Beta's bag.

He picked it up, intrigued.

Was it the Omega's pheromone that caused his loss of control?

From the exterior, there was nothing suspicious. Not wanting to take any risks after the previous embarrassment, he refrained from opening the mist and pocketed it, planning to seek advice later.

After her shower, Emma wrinkled her nose at her scent.

She grabbed an expensive pheromone weakener she bought from the black market and sprayed it on her neck. Originally intending to conserve it, Emma realized she might need to purchase more given the circumstances.

Even after applying it, she faintly sensed the scent. Feeling her pocket, she suddenly froze.

Her olfactory inhibitor, always carried with her, was missing.

Her heart skipped a beat; she felt flustered. She dropped her towel and frantically searched her clothes and bag.

It was nowhere to be found.

It was terrible. Emma carefully recollected; it must have rolled out of her bag when it tore open.

She reckoned she had to retrieve it from downstairs as soon as possible.

Applying a backup olfactory inhibitor to her nose, Emma suppressed any scent of Alpha and her own pheromones. The olfactory inhibitor was specifically designed to suppress the sense of smell for Alphas and Omegas, allowing them to function in situations where pheromones might interfere.

Feeling like the scent was overpowering, Emma decided to retrieve the missing bottle downstairs. She cautiously made her way, listening for any sounds, and then slowly descended. Once in the area where she stumbled, she meticulously searched for the bottle.

But it wasn't there.

With the cleaners and her parents away, Emma couldn't fathom why she couldn't find the bottle.

She furrowed her brow, feeling the first signs of a difficult situation.

Someone had taken it.

Who would have taken the inconspicuous bottle? It held no importance for anyone else except for Alphas and Omegas who carried such inhibitors with them.

Would they go as far as examining fingerprints to investigate the bottle's origin?

Midnight arrived, and Emma finally completed a comparative experiment, advancing halfway through. She estimated that in about two weeks, she would manage to isolate the special substances in the blood.

It was the first good thing that had happened that day.

Just as Emma was about to rest, a strange sensation hit her mind.

[System: Oh! Dear master! We have successfully traveled to the past! The mission to match Carol with historical figures has been issued. Let's start the task!]

Winnie's astonished voice rang out, "What the heck? Is this for real?"

Emma fell silent, feeling the absurdity of the moment. Winnie, a supporting character from the book, had suddenly time-traveled at this very moment.