The Pitiful Omega, But The Strongest Healing Type

The strongest healer, first-class Executor Ji Rong, died in the line of duty. One year later, he awoke in the body of the pitiful Omega, Ji Rong. On the surface, Ji Rong cried pitifully, but inside he was ecstatic. Paralyzed legs? Genetic defects? Low fertility rate? Perfect! This meant he could legitimately be lazy for the rest of his life! Just as Ji Rong was planning where to enjoy his retirement life free of Contaminants, the White Tower assigned him to first-class Executor Shen Lanruo, with whom he had a 99% match rate. That is, the legendary one who worked year-round on the front lines containing Contaminants, never took a day off, and only treated home as a hotel—the cold-hearted, emotionless workaholic. Although reluctant, Ji Rong had no choice but to accept the arrangement. On the first day he was brought back to the big house, Shen Lanruo tossed him a marriage contract: “Fulfill your partner duties, and I’ll ensure you live comfortably. I have only one requirement: no emotional entanglements between us.” Having zero experience with romance, Ji Rong saw nothing wrong with this. He understood that such a contract only required maintaining a superficial relationship, so he signed and stamped it almost without hesitation. Food, housing, and expenses all covered, and his husband rarely came home. As for emotional entanglements… He didn’t care for them. Everyone knew Shen Lanruo was aloof, cold, harsh, and sharp-tongued, never easy to approach. No one imagined he could experience any emotional fluctuations, let alone that he had secretly admired his senior, Ji Rong, for a long time. When Ji Rong died unexpectedly during a mission, Shen Lanruo’s heart turned to ashes. Upon learning that Ji Rong’s only Gland had been donated to this Omega before him, Shen Lanruo accepted the genetic pairing for the first time. His only desire was to carefully protect the proof that Ji Rong had once lived. The little Omega shared his citrus scent, his love for sweets and sewing, his occasional mischievousness… everything was just like him. Shen Lanruo massaged the Omega’s numb legs. The tears welling in the Omega’s eyes, his stubborn demeanor, his tone of voice… everything was exactly like Ji Rong. Shen Lanruo’s heart trembled. He realized… Ji Rong had truly returned. No longer suppressing his emotions, he soon coaxed him into bed, marked him, married him, and eagerly wanted to have children with him. Ji Rong, with his weak, boneless legs, was maneuvered into various embarrassing positions. Tears streaming, he couldn’t help but protest: “Didn’t you say no emotional entanglements? You jerk! You liar!” The exposed Ji Rong was unbearably adorable. Shen Lanruo gripped his ankles, pressing him deeper, his voice laced with laughter as he shamelessly apologized between gasps: “I was wrong. We should have emotional entanglements.” “Ji Rong, you can only have emotional entanglements with me.” Colleagues at the Anomaly Management Bureau soon learned that Shen Lanruo had married a little Omega. Exquisite little desserts began appearing on Shen Lanruo’s desk, cute little toys adorned his briefcase, and the former workaholic even started leaving work on the dot every day to go home. Even his persistently high Contamination Level gradually decreased. Filled with envy, his colleagues soon discovered: Take a bite of a little dessert, Contamination Level -10. Give a little plushie a hug, Contamination Level -20… Colleagues harbor ill intentions: Could we borrow your wife… Shen Lanruo: Don’t even think about it.