Chapter 1

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Chapter 1: Rotten Egg Pheromone

Hello everyone, my name is Wang Da… no, my name is Jiang Fengqi. To be honest, I always thought if my father’s surname were Hai, my name would sound better. Hai Fengqi – the sea breeze, the sound of it makes you feel as if the salty sea breeze were blowing across your cheek.

As for Jiang Feng, excuse me, I don’t know what a river’s wind feels like, and I don’t know how it smells. So, if I defined it based on my own pheromone, the smell should be…

Rotten egg 😊.

Yes, you didn’t hear it wrong. I, a rare male omega in this empire, have a pheromone that’s neither a sweet orange nor a gentle flower scent. Not even the elegant and crisp pine and cypress, nor the tough winter plum. My once in a thousand years pheromone is something I treasure more than a panda and even more than the Siberian Tiger.

My pheromone is… a rotten egg.

As the only son of the richest man in the empire, both my parents are the cream of the crop among nobles in the empire. One is considered the best alpha, and the other is the omega celebrity of the century. But no one ever expected such a perfect couple would actually give birth to a rotten egg.

That’s why from when I was little until I grew up, I basically never participated in any media events. My family has always claimed that my body was weak and unsuitable for crowded places.

Of course, even if I used up 50ml of perfume in one go, in front of so many people, moreover, in front of so many excellent alphas in the empire, I don’t think I can hide my rotten egg pheromone.

Anyway, I only found out about this special situation of mine after I differentiated not long ago.

The doctor who examined me was a professor from the Empire’s Top Medicine Research Institution. As for why the professor from the research institute was willing to examine me? With money, you can even make a ghost grind. Cough, I digress.

In short, the professor concluded that my body was different from other omegas that ever existed. It had evolved. So, my pheromone is more advanced and has more functions than others. Although it’s unknown what the actual function is, except that it can kill people.

As for why my pheromone smell is so unique? It’s because other people’s pheromones have yet to evolve, or you can say the level of their pheromone evolution has not reached my level yet.

So, when my advanced pheromone enters their nasal cavity. And after the olfactory nerve transmits the information of my pheromone into the brain, the brain becomes disordered as it can’t process such information, causing the scent of my pheromone that everyone smells to be perceived as a rotten egg smell.

When in actuality, my pheromone smell is not of a rotten egg.

Still, I can never bring myself to believe this conclusion. I have every reason to suspect that everything this professor had said was just a way to cheer up my rich father.

The so-called professor wrote the lengthy theory in a paper on the spot. That long report made my father, who has top-level academic qualifications and a high intelligence quotient, stunned or rather dumbfounded.

But even if there has never been a person who has the same level of evolution as me, I can still be a rich rotten egg for a lifetime. Well, except love, I can have everything.

Whenever I think of this, only then can I feel a bit at ease about my rotten egg pheromone.

……

That’s it! I’m already 25 years old, and I am an old omega. I want to have an intimate and unrestrained love in my dreams aaaaaaahhhh!

But I have never been in a relationship. As an omega, I’m still a ducking old virgin.

Do you know how lonely I feel in my heart? Whenever I soak in my indoor hot spring, watching my cousins talk happily about their sweet life with their respective lovers, I can only cry silently for their beautiful love!

Too lonely! I, myself, am also longing for a beautiful love!

I wiped the invisible tears in my heart.

Forget it. I still have a dad who loves me, as well as my mom, grandparents, aunts, and uncles. Those tang dis of mine never disdain me as their big brother at all, not in the least. So, I really respect them for being willing to recognize me as their cousin brother. I also don’t understand their blind and brainless adoration for my biao meis, together with the house servants’ heartfelt dedication for me.

Anyway, I’m still very happy.

Really, I swear!

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