The Second Male Lead Syndrome

WARNING

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND MATURE THEMES THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS.

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In the hallway that is far away from the lively atmosphere under the stairs two beta men were talking.

The tall waiter asked the big nosed waiter who was holding the paper. Even though technology has advanced some clients still prefer using paper to make the content easier to erase.

Which makes sense since the government was able to easily track and detect content on the black market using advanced technology. You would be easily spotted in a corner by a CCTV that could reveal all your information along with the technology you were using.

The big nosed waiter chuckle, "It said only spoiled brats needed to be taken and it seems like the client found out the target had a companion."

"The client said it was okay to deal with the target's companion by killing them instantly as long as the target was still breathing." 

The tall man frowned.

The mission might be easier than it sounded since their target was only in high school and had recently become an eighteen year old kid.

Was a spoiled brat from those capitalists.

They didn't have any idea who their client really was, only known as V, and it didn't matter much to them since they had debt to pay.

The two of them were used to scamming old people who didn't understand how society worked. Especially farmers—they were easier to fool than people from the city. The two made good money doing that, along with a side gig selling drugs.

They got caught and had only recently gotten out of jail.

Now they needed to pay their debt through commissions like this. It was easy for them as grown men to approach those girls who had recently come of age.

They were planning to have some fun while at it since they heard there was an omega too, and an Undifferentiated one. Sadly, one of the most attractive ones was soon to be an alpha—the target one.

Hyacinth.

Seeing his companion wasn't responding to him, the big nosed waiter snorted, noticing what this guy was thinking.

He couldn't blame this guy, since he knew himself that an omega one was the softest, and he hadn't forgotten it ever since.

He hit the guy on the head with a newspaper he saw nearby.

"What!?" The tall waiter, seeing someone destroy his fantasy, was furious.

"We need a proper plan! And be quiet, will you? That CCTV might hear you."

They were within the range of the CCTV. Since the owner only had a few customers, they didn't bother adding more cameras.

And that's why it was the perfect chance to strike—until suddenly the bar flooded with customers.

The tall waiter rolled his eyes at his companion.

"Do we really need to? They're only girls who just came of age."

The physical strength of a beta girl was weaker than a beta male.

That's why they felt confident taking the risk. It was just the two of them, and the girls didn't seem like the wealthy type who would have bodyguards around.

The big nosed waiter, who was more cautious than the other, spoke.

"The client gave us a high enough payment to cover half our debt. And if the mission is successful, we might have a chance to pay it all in one go. Aside from them not having bodyguards, there's still the CCTV in the hallway and lots of people coming and going, which makes the mission harder."

"Even though they might have backup—since they can afford to pay off our debt. And they spend big, even though we're only supposed to catch some high school girl alone at that. Knowing it's big money means it might be harder than we thought. We can't just confront them head on."

The tall waiter, hearing it, suddenly made sense of it. The big spending from their client, spending a lot of money just to catch a high school girl—really was suspicious.

Who would spend that kind of money just to catch a high school girl?

He believed his partner knew best, since they had been partners in crime for years and hadn't gone to jail for a long time.

It was because of his partner's cautious nature that they stayed out of jail for years, despite the kind of work they did. All thanks to that partner of his.

"Then what should we do?"

The big nosed waiter grinned. He grabbed something from his pocket—a white dust like substance sealed in plastic.

Seeing what he brought, the tall waiter brimmed with excitement.

"What's that for?"

"It's a genexol pill."

It was a pill made for Undifferentiated people who wanted to trigger their secondary gender early.

Normally, this type of pill was tightly controlled and only given under medical supervision. But the one the big nosed waiter had wasn't ordinary.

It was a forced Differentiation pill—a version that could forcibly trigger a person's secondary gender, whether their body was ready or not.

The pill worked by flooding the body with artificial hormones and suppressants, pushing the user to differentiate within minutes or hours.

It didn't just help—it hijacked the body's natural process, choosing what it would become based on genetic bias or chemical manipulation.

This kind of pill was illegal in their world. Highly dangerous, unstable, and banned under international health laws.

You could rarely find it even in the black market, and when it did appear, it was extremely expensive and hard to obtain.

Once taken, the person had no control over how they would differentiate—Omega, Beta, or Alpha it would simply happen. And once it started, there was no reversing the effect.