I Was the One Switched at Birth [Female A, Male O] (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 19 019 I hope you don't act recklessly. ②...

Chapter 19: 019 I hope you know your place.

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I hope you know your place.

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As a worker, Feng Wu woke up early the next day, prepared to go out, but unfortunately, a Beta informed her that the mission was canceled.

Feng Wu recognized the Beta who brought her into the camp, named Kedo, who was one of Reynold's personal guards.

Kedo was easier to get along with than Barton and didn't constantly provoke or argue with others.

Feng Wu asked him about the situation.

Kedo sighed and said, "I'm not entirely sure either. This morning, Lord Barton informed me that the captain is sick, so today's mission is canceled. I came to inform you so that you wouldn't wait too long."

"Although you can't go on the mission, you can still leave the camp without any problems. The captain instructed last night that Feng Wu should not be hindered from coming and going. If Feng Wu feels bored, she can explore the surrounding area, but she should be careful. This is already the interior of the forest, and there are many large wild beasts. Be cautious of getting injured."

Kedo had many things to attend to, so after a few words, he left.

Yan Zhong had nothing to do and couldn't even watch movies or browse the internet on the light brain. He grumpily took a nap and woke up with a bad mood.

"It must be because you did too many excessive things to that Omega last night! That's why they can't get up today!"

Feng Wu replied, ". . . Can you change your twisted mentality of attacking people when you're in a bad mood?"

Yan Zhong said seriously, "I don't attack people, I only attack stupid dog Alphas."

Feng Wu asked, "Do you know how much the reward is for information about Alphas on the official website of the Cosmic Guard?"

Yan Zhong remained silent.

Feng Wu said meaningfully, "So, do you know why you're still alive?"

Yan Zhong said, ". . ."

Barton had been treating Reynold in the main tent, and Feng Wu couldn't go in to visit. With nothing to do, she walked around the forest, and by chance, encountered several Berna tigers.

Since Barton disliked people bringing back random prey to the camp, Feng Wu had no choice but to return to the edge of the swamp and skin the tiger there. Walking back to the camp in the dim twilight, she passed by a patch of lush purple nameless flowers, located at the edge of the swamp without any shade, like a connected mist.

Feng Wu stopped in front of the flowers for a while before selecting a few of the best ones to make a bouquet and bring back to the camp.

When she returned to the camp, Renaul woke up, his face pale. The lively expression in his eyes from yesterday had become extremely haggard. He sat weakly on the edge of the bed, with a half white fluffy blanket covering his waist.

When Feng Wu saw him, Renaul smiled, with two shallow dimples on his cheeks. "Is this flower for me?"

Feng Wu nodded and handed him the flower. Renaul became happy, and his illness seemed to dissipate.

"It's really beautiful, thank you," Renaul said.

Renaul handed the flower to Barton, who silently inserted it into the vase by the bed and left.

Renaul had a high affinity and was the type of person suitable for being a politician. He patiently listened to others and had a gentle smile.

Feng Wu shared some unknown anecdotes by the bedside, easing the oppressive atmosphere of the illness. Renaul laughed beside her.

After a while, Barton returned with several white pills in his hands. Renaul skillfully swallowed the pills with water. Feng Wu had been contemplating for a long time before finally asking what was on her mind.

"Is it. . . a serious illness?" Feng Wu asked.

Renaul hummed, "It's something I've had since I was young. I don't know if it's considered serious. When I was young, I saw many pharmacists who said I wouldn't live past twenty, but I'm already twenty-five now."

Renaul added, "Don't worry too much, it's just a genetic condition."

Feng Wu thought to herself that diseases that couldn't be cured by treatment pods were mostly genetic issues, accounting for over 95%. However. . .

"It's a genetic disorder, and my father and mother have some blood relationship. But that's something from the previous generation, and I don't know much about it," Renaul said, sitting in the center of the bed, looking at Feng Wu seriously. "I've had this condition since birth. Because of the unstable genes, my pheromones are also unstable. Do you feel uncomfortable now?"

The information she received was overwhelming, and Feng Wu was stunned.

However, Renaul pointed at the air and asked, "Don't you think my pheromones are a bit overwhelming now? Even Uncle Barton, an A-level Alpha, sometimes can't bear this. . ." He paused, searching for a word that wasn't suitable for an Omega. "Can't bear this suppression."

Feng Wu suddenly realized and faintly sensed the sweet scent in the air. She didn't feel any suppression. In the new human society, only in cases where opponents were of the same level or higher could they exert suppression. It was irreversible. Therefore, lower-ranked humans never brought suppression to higher-ranked humans.

As one of the Empire's top ten SS-level individuals, Feng Wu only felt pressure from Wei Zhaochi.

But in Renaul's case, as an Omega, Barton, an A-level Alpha, could feel the suppression in his pheromones. That meant Renaul was at least an S-level Omega.

Feng Wu shook her head and then noticed that Barton hadn't left yet.

Deep in the forest.

Barton stopped at a deserted stone platform, his wristband glowing with light.

In the projected image, there was a giant square maintenance warehouse, with hundreds of mechas operating. Combat mechas in the air fired intense light projectiles and landed smoothly. Mechanical arms of various sizes and models orderly provided care for the mechas.

In a concise and clear office, quantum micro-light reflected dazzlingly on the one-way glass. A young general in white military uniform leaned back with his feet raised, white military boots resting on the desk. His adjutant stood upright behind him, eyes straight ahead.

"You mean, she is at least A-level?"

"Yes, General Garcia."

Garcia supported himself with his hands on the armrests. "Reynold really likes her?"

"Yes."

The young general smiled, his expression mirroring Reynold's.

"Then follow Reynold's wishes. Whatever kind of mercenary she is, if Reynold wants her, give her to him. After all, I only have one child. You know, his mother, my own sister, is stubborn and unreasonable, which is really headache-inducing. Until the day we have an heir who can inherit the genetic lock of the Garcia family, I can worry a little less. But for now, let him go."

Barton knelt on one knee, bowing his head devoutly. After a long pause, he finally responded, "Yes."

Note: Unrevised