Xavier never asked for any of this. One moment, he was living his normal life. The next, he was kidnapped and forced into a virtual omegaverse, where he was forced to become an Omega a rare and prized resource in a world struggling to repopulate. No warning, no choice. Just a system that reprogrammed him and changed everything.
The rules were simple: survive, adapt, and, for omegas like him, reproduce. 
But Xavier had always been straight. And now, trapped in a game full of powerful Alphas eager to claim him, his preferences didn’t matter. He had to play the game or risk losing everything.
With the help of a mysterious system that seemed to know everything about the game but nothing about what he truly wanted, Xavier had to navigate a harem of Alpha desires, all while trying to hold on to the person he was before.
Could he survive the game without losing his heart, and his identity?

I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin, eyes glued to the screen where the chaos I'd orchestrated played out perfectly. The chat exploded, comments flying like wildfire, theories, memes, fan art flooding in. The viewers were hooked, utterly lost in the web I'd spun.


"Key of the Forgotten? What's that supposed to mean?" "Did you hear that melody? Chills." "Author's really outdone themselves this time."


I smiled, a slow, satisfied curl of lips. Drama? Check. Mystery? Double check. Engagement? Off the charts. Every reaction, every frantic guess, every gasp from my players fed the momentum like fuel. Behind the scenes, I was pulling strings, nudging the story in directions even I didn't fully expect. That unpredictability was the secret sauce, the part that made this world alive. They thought they controlled the narrative, but really, I was the puppeteer watching their every move.


Chapter 73 - 73. Sponsors mean hell for players