I Transmigrated as Omega Prince

News Around The World

News traveled fast, faster than any courier, faster than the wind, and certainly faster than most kings could control. The whispers began in the capital: the goddess herself had appeared at the baptism of Jay Astrelia, the young Omega prince of Astrelia. The event was historic. Five hundred years had passed since her presence had been recorded in the mortal realms, and now, she had descended to bless a single child-a child of unusual birth, gifted with the rare Versa trait.

Word spread first among the nobility, then across neighboring kingdoms. By the third day, every major city, every magical enclave, and every renowned academy for gifted beings knew: Jay Astrelia, the prince with both Alpha and Omega potential, had received the goddess’s favor.

The implications were staggering. It was not just a blessing. It was a signal-a declaration that his soul was extraordinary, that his life would ripple across nations, races, and magical lineages.

At the Astralis Academy, a school renowned for training young mages and warriors, students whispered in corridors crowded with enchanted banners and floating lights.

“He’s… he’s been blessed by the goddess? After five centuries?” one young elf gasped, ears twitching nervously. “I thought the tales were only stories.”

“It’s true,” another replied, a high elf with silver hair and glowing eyes. “Reports say the goddess spoke directly to him. Said he is Versa. That’s… unprecedented. The boy’s power alone could rival kingdoms by the time he reaches adulthood.”

The news reached the dwarven stronghold of Khar’Zor, where blacksmiths and rune masters paused their hammering. “A Versa?” grumbled a veteran dwarven knight. “Never heard of one in our records. A child that can carry life and create life… this changes everything.”

Far away, in the sky cities of the Avian clans, winged beings murmured and flitted about nervously. “He’s not even twenty,” a young hawk-winged mage observed, “and the goddess has marked him. What chance do we have against him or with him?”

It was not long before the races began to act. Across continents and realms, families, noble houses, and even solitary warriors began to petition, travel, and prepare to present themselves as potential mates.

At the Lycans’ Silvermoon Pack, Alpha candidates trained harder than ever, polishing claws, practicing bonding rituals, and demonstrating prowess in combat. “If the goddess blessed him, he’ll choose someone worthy,” growled a silver-furred Alpha, pacing the halls. “I will not fail. Not for anyone.”

Meanwhile, in the elven kingdoms, rival houses sent their best diplomats and warriors, skilled in magic, charm, and seduction. They studied ancient texts, trying to discern what kind of heart would appeal to a prince favored by the goddess herself. “We must present the perfect candidate,” a silver-haired princess whispered to her sister. “The blessing is a rare opportunity. Only one could be chosen, and every mistake will be remembered.”

Even non-humanoid races joined the fray. Dragons, serpentine beings, and elemental creatures all fascinated by the idea of an Omega prince blessed by a deity began to send representatives to Astrelia. Whispers spoke of a blue-scaled dragon, elegant and proud, claiming descent from a line that had guarded the goddess’s sacred realm for centuries. “I am the ideal mate,” it hissed to its council. “If he seeks power, I can provide. If he seeks loyalty, I can bind myself with blood.”

In the merfolk cities, under the sapphire waves, rumors spread of the prince’s baptism with magical currents carrying the news. Young mermaids and mermen practiced new courtship rituals, perfecting their songs and magical charms in anticipation of being noticed. “The goddess herself blessed him,” one said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “He must be extraordinary. I must be extraordinary too.”

Even human nations without direct ties to magic were abuzz with gossip. Spies, nobles, and adventurers began plotting to present themselves as mates or to gain favor in other ways, perhaps as allies or protectors. Every scroll, every message, and every report seemed to contain a single repeated theme: the prince blessed by the goddess, the one marked by divinity, was now the pivot of the world’s attention.

At Astrelia itself, courtiers began to adjust their schedules, ensuring proximity to Jay. Messengers came and went constantly, each seeking the favor of a prince whose destiny had now been irrevocably entwined with divine attention. Some sought his hand for love, some for power, some simply for survival.

In one ornate hall, a young human male of noble descent adjusted his ceremonial robes, staring at the portraits of past kings. “I will go,” he murmured. “I will present myself as a candidate. If the goddess favors him, then I must be worthy of that attention.”

Across the forests of the Sylvan clans, an elf of striking green eyes and long golden hair practiced spells and incantations late into the night. He whispered to the stars above, “May the goddess see my intent, for I will not fail in presenting myself as worthy.”

Meanwhile, in the mountain fortresses of dwarves, a young Alpha polished his sword until it gleamed like molten silver. “If he is truly the child of divine blessing, then I will ensure he never doubts my loyalty. I will be the mate the gods themselves would approve.”

Even within the imperial courts of Astrelia, members of foreign nobility sent lavish gifts, magical trinkets, and enchanted scrolls in an attempt to court attention. Each gift was accompanied by a letter, carefully worded to impress, to charm, or to intimidate. Some offered knowledge of secret magics, others promised protection and power, and a few even promised their very lifespans in service.

The press of magical societies, always eager for sensational news, began reporting every movement, every whisper, and every sighting of the prince. Reports claimed that he was the rarest of the rare-a Versa, blessed by a goddess, already commanding attention from nearly every race across known realms. Each article sparked more desire, more competition, and more anticipation.

Even without seeing Jay, the candidates began forming rivalries. Wolves bickered with elves over who would prove most loyal. Dragons scowled at merfolk, claiming that strength and honor outweighed beauty and song. Each believed their qualities would appeal to the prince, yet none could predict his heart or his choices.

Among all the chaos, some whispered rumors spread further than any official report. The goddess’s voice had not only blessed him but also warned him of unseen guides. Some speculated the warning applied to magical beings, others thought it referred to ancient spirits or mystical artifacts. Whatever the truth, the mysterious presence added another layer of intrigue to the already explosive contest for attention.

In the far reaches of the desert realms, a nomadic Alpha trained his mind and body, ensuring that when he arrived in Astrelia, he would present himself as strong, clever, and irresistible. “A blessing from the goddess,” he muttered, adjusting his ceremonial mask. “I cannot fail.”