2025-12-08 12:12:58Jay woke again when soft sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, laying gentle warmth over his skin. It felt different this time. Brighter. Sharper. His senses tingled with unfamiliar energy dancing beneath his flesh. For a moment, he stayed perfectly still, hoping the comfort wasn’t a fragile dream waiting to shatter.
He slowly sat up. The luxurious canopy above him confirmed it: he was still here, in this warm yet mystifying world where he had a family who cared far too much. His eyelids felt like bricks, but he pushed through. When they lifted, a majestic canopy met his gaze above his head, decorated with silver vines and carved constellations. It took him a moment to remember this wasn’t Earth. Or his old life. Or anything remotely familiar.
His fingers brushed the velvet sheets beneath him. Why did everything here feel like luxury but not the rotten kind?
He blinked. The room was enormous. Large windows framed a sunrise that looked like it belonged to a painting. A chandelier of floating crystals hovered above him. Every corner screamed royalty.
Right… I’m a prince now.
A weird thought, especially considering he once thought his former life was the peak of status.
He pushed himself up, expecting the frailness of an eleven-year-old body. But his limbs… They were long. His shoulders broad. His entire body looked like a teenager’s, maybe even older. Nothing about him looked like a child.
“What the…?”
As if on cue, a familiar shimmer of light popped into his vision.
System 004 Has Initiated.
Good morning, Host!
Jay flinched. “You again.”
The system sparkled like excited glitter. Always at your service! Let me explain your confusion!
“You better,” he muttered.
You are biologically eleven. However, your physical development is influenced by your hidden trait: Versa.
Jay blinked. “Versa? Like… a reversible jacket?”
Not exactly. Versa means you have both Alpha and Omega biological capabilities. You can impregnate someone like an Alpha and carry a child like an Omega. Congratulations, Host! You are extremely rare and highly valuable!
Jay stared. Then stared harder.
“You’re telling me I can get someone pregnant… AND I can get pregnant?”
Correct! The system sounded way too cheerful for delivering such life-altering news.
Jay buried his face in his hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
His life just kept getting weirder. First death, now a rebirth lottery jackpot.
But the system wasn’t finished.
Important detail! Only you can see me. Others perceive my presence as magical dust. Also, no one knows you’re Versa yet. Gender traits are only confirmed through Baptism Rituals. Twenty-one for Alphas. Eighteen for Omegas.
“So they all think I’m just a normal Omega.”
Exactly! Which makes things fun!
Jay shot the system a glare. “Fun for who?”
Me!
He almost threw a pillow at the sparkles.
Before he could decide what to panic about next, a knock sounded at the door.
It opened. A young man about his apparent age walked in, wearing a tailored uniform with silver embroidery. His hair was dark, slightly curled at the ends, and his eyes were a deep red-soft yet burning with devotion.
He bowed immediately.
“You’re awake,” he said, breath catching as if this moment was something he had wished for every single day. “My prince… thank the stars.”
Jay blinked. “…and you are?”
The young man’s cheeks reddened. “Apologies. I am Luther Vale, your personal assistant. I-” he swallowed, “-I am also an Omega. His Majesty assigned me to you after the incident.”
Jay caught something trembling beneath Luther’s professionalism… something like fear… or longing.
The system chimed in his vision.
Mate Candidate #1 Detected!
Jay almost choked on air. The system threw glittery hearts in front of him.
He hissed under his breath. “Stop that.”
But Luther only saw the prince muttering at nothing and fussed closer, worried. “Your Highness? Are you in pain?”
Jay raised a hand. “No. Just… adjusting.”
Luther nodded, visibly relieved, and approached a tray of tea, pouring with practiced grace. “Her Majesty asked me to inform the king and queen once you woke. I should-”
Another knock interrupted.
A refined elderly butler entered, posture perfectly straight. “Young Highness, a letter has arrived from the Crown Prince of Aurelius Kingdom.”
Oh, great. Royal pen pals already.
The butler continued, “Prince Kael Evander Aurelius expresses his joy upon learning your recovery. He also wishes to visit soon.”
The system popped out confetti.
Mate Candidate #2 Detected!
Jay’s left eye twitched. “Why does every person with a pulse want to claim me here?”
Because you’re rare, precious, fertile, and powerful!
He hated that sentence with every atom in his newly enhanced body.
Luther bowed slightly tighter than before, knuckles whitening around the tea tray. Jealousy flashed quick and sharp in his eyes before he masked it away.
Interesting.
Jay sighed. “So this prince wants what? Friendship? Diplomacy?”
The butler coughed. “Respectfully, Your Highness… the Crown Prince has expressed… romantic interest before. Your engagement was once considered.”
Jay blinked. “Engagement?”
Former Prince’s memories missing: Confirmed! The system chirped joyfully.
Luther’s voice came gently but strained, “The royal family never forced you to choose, Your Highness. They want you to decide freely when you are of age.”
That actually shocked Jay more than anything else he had heard here.
His previous life was filled with people who cared about control, not freedom. Love was currency. Relationships were headlines.
But here…?
They were actually giving him a choice.
His chest tightened with a strange mix of fear and relief.
The door burst open. Footsteps thundered.
A whirlwind of siblings rushed in, shouting and arguing over each other.
“Move, I got here first!”
“He’s awake and you’re yelling like wild boars!” “I brought breakfast!" “He looks taller than yesterday!” “That’s impossible.Magic puberty?”
Chaos had arrived.
Jay blinked slowly. “Good morning… I think.”
Aldrin, ever the responsible older brother, guided everyone back to their spots with a scolding look. “Give him space. He needs calm, not your shrieking.”
“You shriek louder than all of us,” Seraphine murmured.
“Incorrect,” Theo corrected. “Yven shrieks the loudest.”
Yven pointed dramatically. “I shriek with emotion. There’s a difference.”
Jay couldn’t help it. A laugh escaped him. A real one. The kind that made the siblings freeze and beam as if someone gifted them the sun.
“He laughed again!”
“He’s getting better!” “That means he loves us!”Lucien sat beside him, examining Jay’s posture and frame. “Strange. Your growth seems ahead of schedule.” He looked almost suspicious. “You were smaller before you fell asleep.”
Jay gulped and instinctively looked away. His secret pulsed like a ticking bomb.
Thankfully, a timely knock interrupted.
The Queen entered first, followed by the King. They looked like they had barely slept, dark circles faint under their eyes, but relief washed over them the moment they saw him awake.
“You’re sitting up.” The Queen hurried over, voice laced with trembling joy. “Are you feeling pain? Do you need water? Tell me everything.”
“I’m alright,” Jay assured gently.
The King placed a firm but gentle hand on Jay’s back. “Your siblings came early. Almost forgot they have things to do, do they foegor their role as royals.” He said nontchally looking at the.
Jay chucled, is he perhaps excepmted for knowing his role as Royal.
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