In the Grand Marshal’s residence along the Central Avenue of the Interstellar Capital, Cecil Sandora pulled off her white gloves and handed them to her housekeeper. Beside her, her chief of staff chattered eagerly: “Grand Marshal, I really recommend you give that novel a read. Even though its setting ignores basic reality and your character comes off as far too hopelessly head-over-heels and honestly, downright brainless at times—it’s still well worth reading.”
Ever since Cecil had returned home, her chief of staff had been tirelessly hyping up a novel with an utterly absurd title: The Untold Story of Me and the Interstellar World’s Top Female Alpha.
The Interstellar World’s Top Female Alpha. * Although Cecil had no desire to slap such a ridiculous label onto herself, the rest of the galaxy clearly thought otherwise. Virtually everyone believed that the Empire’s First Grand Marshal was, without a shadow of a doubt, the number-one female Alpha in the universe.
And naturally, everyone assumed this story was about her, Cecil.
Cecil was one of the exceptionally rare female Alphas to attain the rank of Grand Marshal. Standing nearly 1.8 meters tall, she possessed deep, exquisitely defined features, cascading chestnut hair, and a pair of deep blue eyes as vast and breathtaking as the ocean itself. Though a female Alpha, her figure remained slender and elegantly curved yet everyone knew the devastating amount of power contained within that graceful frame.
She cast a cool, sharp side-glance at her chief of staff, her eyes freezing, serious, and distinctly intimidating. “Are you so sure she’s writing about me? Because if she is, this novel is an outright violation of my personal rights.”
“Well, that can’t be said for certain,” the chief of staff replied. “The author explicitly stated in the summary that it’s set in an alternate universe and not to project real people onto the characters. The female lead in the book doesn’t share your name either. However, all the readers are convinced that this is the author writing about her own love-hate relationship with you.”
Cecil let out a cold laugh in her heart. She was genuinely curious to see who in the entire Interstellar Empire possessed the audacity to fabricate such stories about her.
Thus, Cecil instructed her chief of staff, “Send the link to my terminal. I’ll take a look when I have time.”
By the time Cecil finished reading the web novel, she was on the verge of a breakdown, her heart brimming with burning irritation.
The Untold Story of Me and the Interstellar World’s Top Female Alpha was a romance novel, but it differed wildly from standard romance tropes. The protagonist was an obscure, low-profile Beta with a pitiful background who, merely to survive, took on a summer job as a maid in the Grand Marshal’s mansion while studying. After accidentally spilling vegetable soup on the Grand Marshal, her apology was rejected, leading to a heated argument between the two. This argument caught the Grand Marshal’s attention, launching a daily routine where neither could stand the other and bickered every time they met. Yet, through all the bickering, the Grand Marshal somehow fell for this Beta.
Cecil’s brows knitted into a tight knot. Why on earth would I fall in love with someone who constantly opposes me?!
The novel offered Cecil an answer: “Woman, you’ve caught my attention!”
It was perhaps one of the most classic lines in the story, and it had now become the top viral catchphrase across the interstellar network. Some internet sleuths had even dug back into Ancient Earth history, discovering that this exact phrase had once swept through ancient pop culture as well.
Cecil let out a deep sigh and kept reading.
After falling for the Beta, instead of launching a passionate pursuit, the Grand Marshal constantly picked fights with her, escalating their relationship into a volatile firestorm.
Then, when the Beta finally asked how she had offended her, the Grand Marshal confessed her love out of nowhere.
Cecil: “…”
Where is the logic in this plot?
Naturally, after the confession, they didn’t get together right away because the Beta rejected her. But then came a night of drunken mistake.
Cecil: “…”
A mistake under the influence is a path of no return once taken. Predictably, the Beta ended up pregnant.
Cecil: How does any of this resemble me?
The Beta was willing to stay with Cecil for the sake of the child. Yet when she went to the hospital for a routine checkup, she discovered she was actually an Omega!
Cecil: Did I seriously just pay money to read this novel?
From the day she was born, Cecil had enjoyed smooth sailing and had never encountered such a brainless, illogical, and downright brazen provocation. The Grand Marshal in the book was hot-tempered, clueless, unreasonable, and spent every waking moment harassing the Beta. Aside from obsessing over romance, she was utterly useless—a complete, top-tier idiot. If Cecil allowed this author to keep writing, the public image she had built over so many years would be completely ruined.
Her entire worldview thoroughly challenged, Cecil ordered her chief of staff to run a background check on the author.
A moment later, the chief of staff reconnected the call and sent over a file, reporting: “She’s a freshman at the Empire’s First Academy this year. The principal of the academy previously invited you to give an open lecture, which you declined at the time. Are you interested now?”
Cecil couldn’t help but inwardly praise her chief of staff’s sharpness. A faint smile curved at the edge of her lips. “I am slightly interested.”
A week later, Cecil arrived at the Empire’s First Academy. Her chief of staff retrieved the registration list of students attending the lecture from the organizing teacher.
Eyes gleaming with gossip, the chief of staff noted, “However, Grand Marshal, I don’t seem to see the author’s name on the list.”
A flash of surprise rippled across Cecil’s deep blue eyes. “She didn’t come to my lecture?”
The chief of staff remarked, “I think she’s trying to use this method to catch your attention.” Just like in the novel.
Cecil narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling provoked once again. “Then she certainly is calculating.”
The chief of staff asked, “Would you like me to arrange a meeting between you two?”
Cecil replied, “Yes.”
At that moment, the author of The Untold Story of Me and the Interstellar World’s Top Female Alpha—known by her pen name “From Earth,” though her real name was Shi Xin, a transmigrator from Earth—was staring at the royalty payout notification on her terminal, finally breathing a sigh of relief. She would no longer have to worry about where her next meal was coming from, nor where she would scrape together next year’s tuition.
Originally, Shi Xin shouldn’t have had to live such an anxious, hand-to-mouth existence. However, two months ago, she had suddenly transmigrated into the future interstellar society.
The original host she possessed was also named Shi Xin. Two months prior, her parents had both passed away. Unable to cope with being left entirely alone in the world, the girl had chosen to end her life and that was when Shi Xin took over her body.
As an ordinary Beta, the kind you could easily spot anywhere in the crowd—Shi Xin briefly lamented losing the chance to marry into a rich family and enjoy a life of luxury, before pulling herself together a second later to strive for her own future.
Her family didn’t have much in savings. After handling her parents’ funeral, she took what little money remained alongside her admission letter to the Empire’s First Academy and decisively began serializing web novels online.
Before transmigrating, Shi Xin was a niche author writing GL (Girls’ Love) web novels. Fortunately, web novels were far from thriving in this interstellar era, where the majority of publications consisted of documentary literature or research papers by academic writers.
Like a breath of fresh air, Shi Xin joined the premier web literature site of the galaxy and published a story titled The Untold Story of Me and the Interstellar World’s Top Female Alpha.
In the beginning, negative reviews flooded the comment section, though her bookmark count skyrocketed just as fast. Once VIP paid chapters were unlocked and subscriptions rolled in, Shi Xin finally set her mind at ease—it turned out her readers were the classic “tsundere” type, complaining with their mouth while paying with their wallet.
Having received her first royalty check, Shi Xin planned to treat herself to something delicious today.
Propping her chin up with one hand, she casually browsed the news on the interstellar network.
As a Beta, her skin was improbably fair and smooth—far paler than many Omegas. Beneath soft black hair tied simply into a ponytail, which flowed like silk from Ancient Earth, her striking almond eyes sparkled like obsidian.
Suddenly, a loud squeal from her desk mate snapped Shi Xin out of her thoughts. “Ahhhh! The Grand Marshal is coming to our school to give us a class!”
“The Grand Marshal?” Shi Xin murmured, still resting her chin on her hand. Her facial features were delicate, with smooth, gentle lines flowing from her brow to her jawline. Her expression remained nonchalant as she asked, “What class? An open lecture? Can we skip it?”
Her desk mate, Joyce, looked horrified. “Oh my god, you actually want to skip the Grand Marshal’s lecture?!”
Shi Xin raised an eyebrow slightly. “Ah… is skipping not allowed?”
Joyce stared at her in utter shock. “That’s the Empire’s First Grand Marshal! A top-tier Alpha as gorgeous as a goddess and packing mind-blowing combat power!”
Shi Xin maintained a polite smile, though in her mind, she pictured that woman whose photos alone were enough to make anyone’s heart skip a beat. Chestnut hair, blue eyes, an overpowering presence—yet magnificently beautiful. What was truly rare was that she didn’t come off as overly masculine at all; rather, she possessed a breathtaking blend of feminine beauty and heroic elegance.
But how could a woman like that ever look twice at a Beta? Real life isn’t a web novel.
Speaking of novels, Joyce piped up again, “Hey, do you know about that weird story that popped up on the literature site recently?”
The smile on Shi Xin’s face deepened slightly, a gentle warmth lingering in the corners of her eyes. “Mhm, I’ve heard of it.” It’s probably the one I wrote.
Joyce groaned, “That novel is completely out of its mind! It actually wrote that the Grand Marshal fell in love with a Beta! How could the Grand Marshal ever fall for a Beta?! If such a thing were actually possible, I’d chase after the Grand Marshal myself, even if I had to embarrass myself all the way to a desolate border planet!”
In the current interstellar era, the ratio of ABO genders had reached 20: 5000: 1. Whether in terms of pheromones or reproductive capacity, Betas were nowhere near as potent as Omegas. Consequently, the stronger an Alpha was, the more desperate they were to find an Omega as their partner.
Hearing their conversation, the student sitting in front turned around and chimed in, “Joyce, you probably haven’t read today’s newly updated chapter. That Beta didn’t just get pregnant—the reason it was so easy for her wasn’t good luck at all. She’s actually an Omega!”
“No way!” Joyce’s face was a picture of complete shock. “That’s impossible! Secondary gender characteristics show up between ages 13 and 16. That female lead is already 19, right? How could she only show Omega traits now?!”
Due to Alpha physiology, an Alpha’s gender was known right at birth. Omegas, on the other hand, only developed their glands and reproductive system during puberty, which was the only time Betas and Omegas were officially distinguished. Delayed secondary gender differentiation was considered a near-impossible anomaly in the interstellar world, occurring naturally in only one in a million Omegas.
The student sitting in front thought for a moment before adding, “Well, not entirely impossible. Apparently, a few people do undergo it extremely late, but it’s literally a one-in-a-million chance.”
Joyce and her classmate looked on with utter envy. “Ah, I’m so jealous! I wish I were that one in a million so I could marry the Grand Marshal and reach the pinnacle of life!”
Then, Joyce complained again, “Though honestly, that author’s imagination is way too wild. It’s one thing for the protagonist to end up with the Grand Marshal, but why is the Grand Marshal acting so forcefulness and possessive? Could anyone out there really be prettier than the Grand Marshal herself?”
The front classmate nodded in agreement. “Right? And the Grand Marshal is written as so hopelessly devoted! Why would someone as incredible as the Grand Marshal be so madly in love with a Beta whose pheromones can’t even affect her? What did the protagonist do to deserve that?!”
Shi Xin quietly defended herself: “Didn’t she turn out to be an Omega after all? And she’s carrying the Grand Marshal’s baby.”
Joyce puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. “It’s still so frustrating!”
Shi Xin smiled. “So, did you subscribe to the chapters?”
The student in front slammed the desk in fake rage. “Of course, I did! I want to see how she’s going to keep writing this nonsense!”
Joyce added, “Me too! I need to see what else the author pulls out of her hat! They’ve already slept together in the story, but yesterday the author said she’s only one-fifth of the way through!”
Shi Xin giggled silently in her heart. This is exactly what I love—how you all complain so fiercely, yet still obediently hand over your wallets like absolute sweethearts.
She stretched lazily and decided to skip the Grand Marshal’s lecture tonight. She had zero interest in military theory courses anyway; better to leave the opportunity to classmates who actually needed it.
Just as Shi Xin was preparing to leave the school campus, her terminal rang with a call from her academic advisor. “Shi Xin, come to my office in an hour.”
Watching her grand dinner plan drift away, all the life seemed to drain out of Shi Xin. “Okay, Professor. I’ll head over right after grabbing a quick bite at the cafeteria.”
An hour later, Shi Xin met her advisor, who immediately led her toward the principal’s office instead.
When the door swung open and Shi Xin stepped inside, her eyes fell upon a gorgeous woman with chestnut hair and ocean-blue eyes sitting gracefully on the sofa. Shi Xin froze on the spot.
Isn’t this the Imperial Grand Marshal who came to give the open lecture today?
With a crisp click, the office door shut behind her. Shi Xin suddenly realized that she and this woman were the only two people left in the room.
A bad premonition shot through her. Although her face remained calm, she took an almost imperceptible step back.
Then, she heard the woman speak:
“Hello, author ‘From Earth.’ According to your script, am I supposed to say… ‘Woman, you’ve successfully caught my attention’?”
The calm mask on Shi Xin’s face cracked instantly, her mouth twitching slightly. She felt as though she ought to be trembling with fear, but looking at the Grand Marshal—a woman whose stunning beauty could outshine anyone—uttering that line with a deadpan, serious expression, Shi Xin almost couldn’t stop the laughter from bursting right out of her mouth.