Collection 2

Chapter 41

　　My aunt glared at my mother with hatred. I understood her hatred, but I knew better that neither my mother nor I could let my uncle let go. I know we're doing bad things, damn bad things, but so what? If you go to hell, go to hell. Anyway, the Lord of Hell may have thought that we, mother and son, are Omegas and originally planned to condemn us to hell, so we might as well enjoy ourselves before going to hell.

　　I thought I really didn't care, and I thought my mother didn't care either.

　　The aunt rushed out like crazy because her uncle was accompanying her mother, and she got into a car accident. After that, my uncle ignored my mother for a while. I knew it was just a stopgap measure, because that uncle was a male dog with a tail.

　　But my mother committed suicide.

　　Hidden from me, from uncle, from everyone.

　　It was the aunt who discovered the body. She was such a fool. She was extremely stupid. After she found out, she still covered my eyes when I heard the noise and told me not to pass by again, and to close my eyes and not see anything. Obviously she should have let me see it clearly, and then mocked her by saying, "Look what will happen to your mother."

　　I didn't see anything, I just heard the people talking.

　　"It's all gone..."

　　"...viscera..."

　　"There are broken bones everywhere..."

　　It wasn't until this moment that I discovered that my mother was not burdenless.

　　...Yes, because she is such a cowardly fool.

　　Afterwards, my aunt talked to me. She looked very haggard, but she was surprisingly gentle when she spoke to me.

　　"I don't blame you... I blame her, but I can't hate him anymore. ... I won't be entangled with him anymore, and he probably won't keep you. After that... let's go our separate ways."

　　After saying that, Auntie sighed and touched my head.

　　"...It's all life."

　　I don't believe in fate.

　　I didn't believe in fate.

　　But, unknowingly, I took the same path as my mother.

　　Moreover, I have gone further than my mother.

　　Unlike my mother, those pampered guys in the house can't beat me. They want to be shameless, and they don't have the experience I have.

　　I started learning to read, write, and learn various upper-class things. I met more and more people, and gradually realized that Omega was just like that.

　　Weapons given by God should be put to good use.

　　Some Omegas dress up in quite fashionable fashion, and then mock me, saying that I am an old timer. I just think they are ridiculous. Every piece of clothing they wear has the aesthetics of Alpha. They say that even an Omega can wear Alpha's clothes. They exclude Omegas like me from the scope of Omega and claim to be independent.

　　The so-called independence means wearing Alpha's clothes and shaping yourself to look like Alpha? Does the so-called consideration for Omega mean that all the large numbers of "old antique" Omegas are reduced to rubbish?

　　It's just the same old thing, just like my relatives who are neither high nor low, they have higher aspirations than the sky, but they are unwilling to admit their failure, and they insist on using the tiger's skin to themselves. They are just enjoying the feeling that they are leaders and pioneers, stepping on other Omegas to promote themselves.