He then opened his portable optical computer in front of him. “As part of the deal, let me throw in a bonus gift.”
The screen quickly displayed detailed profiles of a group of people.
Luo Fei’s eyes widened. “What’s this?”
Luo Ning narrated, “Frank, president of the Computer Science student council, Mo Han’s best buddy at school. Caitlin, a wealthy young lady from an elite family, beautiful and bold, Frank’s girlfriend and a good friend of Mo Han’s. Nanxi, from a humble background, shy in personality, a genius from the Fine Arts department—Mo Han has always looked out for him. He’s essentially Mo Han’s number one loyal follower.”
Luo Ning had his mecha connect to Chongming and directly copied all three individuals’ complete data into Chongming’s database. Only then did he close the optical computer screen. With a slight smile, he continued, “Mo Han has many admirers at school, but the ones who can truly get close to him are just these three. Coincidentally, these three have recently formed a team to play a holographic game published by Fengyang Group. They should be helping Mo Han test the game’s programming. The game is called ‘Law of the Jungle.’ It requires the newest model gaming pod, the one we received for our birthday. It’s a survival adventure game. You, Imperial Brother, should be very skilled at this.”
Luo Ning paused and turned to look at him. “As the saying goes, know the enemy and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster. Imperial Brother… this is as far as my help goes.”
Luo Fei: “…”
Now this was a true biological younger brother!
In order to help his brother pursue his future wife, he had even investigated Mo Han’s friends, right down to the exact game they were playing!
Luo Fei sighed with profound feeling. “Intelligent Omegas are truly terrifying.”
Luo Ning glanced back at him. “You should be glad I’m on your side. Otherwise, I could just send your entire history of blunders directly to Mo Han.”
Luo Fei hastily stopped him. “No, no, no! Your Imperial Brother will absolutely stand by you in the future too. We’re twins, after all!”
Luo Ning gave a soft chuckle and turned to leave.
He was helping his Imperial Brother this time with an eye on the long game too. He was an Omega, but he had no desire to marry anyone. Eventually, he would inevitably face the awkward pressure of being forced into an engagement. When that time came, as long as his Imperial Brother was on his side, speaking up for him, he’d be confident in convincing their Royal Father.
Between brothers, mutual support was only right, after all.
Luo Fei actually understood Luo Ning’s tiny calculations perfectly well. His younger brother had been smart since childhood. Helping his Imperial Brother now was obviously ensuring his Imperial Brother would help him later in return.
Watching his brother’s retreating figure, a genuine smile rose on Luo Fei’s face.
But the smile froze on his lips a moment later—because a very strange question had suddenly surfaced in his mind.
They were also twins. Also fraternal twins, one Alpha and one Omega. Yet, he and his younger brother Luo Ning looked nothing alike. Their heights, builds, and facial features differed significantly. When he was small, he had curiously asked his Royal Father, “Aren’t my younger brother and I twins? Why don’t we look alike?” His Royal Father had explained, “You are fraternal twins. ‘Fraternal’ means your genes are not identical. That’s why one of you is an Alpha and the other an Omega, and why you don’t resemble each other.”
Young Luo Fei hadn’t understood and went to ask Uncle Snow—Iman’s father, who was a doctor at the Imperial Central Hospital.
Uncle Snow had explained in detail the difference between fraternal and identical twins: “The probability of fraternal twins is very low. It’s essentially like conceiving two children one after the other, except they are born at the same time. Genetically, it’s similar to ordinary siblings—their genes are different. Identical twins, on the other hand, are like duplicates, with very close genes. You and Luo Ning are a rare case of fraternal twins. So, even though you’re twins, you look completely different.”
His childhood self’s curious questions and his elders’ explanations suddenly echoed in his ears.
The genes of fraternal twins were not similar.
So why… did Mo Han and Mo Lin look so alike?
Their resemblance was over eighty percent, wasn’t it?
When he first met Mo Lin, the boy had swollen eyes from crying, disheveled hair, and wore messy pajamas. His whole demeanor had been drastically different from Mo Han’s.
But if you just assessed their facial features… they really did look remarkably alike. Similar to how identical twins looked.
He had been so swept away recently by his feelings for Mo Han that he’d completely overlooked such a critical detail!
Luo Fei rubbed his chin, deep in thought for a moment. Then, he immediately summoned Chongming and instructed, “Connect me to Uncle Snow’s communicator.”
A moment later, the comm connected, and a young man appeared in the projection. He had delicate, handsome features, platinum-gold hair identical to Iman’s, but his gaze was cool and his face quite expressionless—a cold beauty through and through. Snow was clearly in a hospital, a silver-white lab bench visible behind him. Wearing a white coat, he held a test tube with a blue liquid.
Seeing him, Luo Fei immediately greeted him politely, “Uncle Snow, you’re still at the hospital this late?”
Snow replied flatly, “There are some experiments here I haven’t finished yet. You’re contacting me so suddenly… Has Iman been bullying you again?”
Luo Fei: “…”
When he was young, Uncle Snow often brought his kids over to the Royal Palace. The lively and mischievous Omega Iman would constantly pick on Luo Fei. After growing up, Iman went off to university and had no more opportunities to torment him. However, when he was four or five years old, Luo Fei frequently clung to Snow’s leg, crying, “Your Iman hit me again!” Uncle Snow’s memory of this was too vivid. So, whenever Luo Fei sought him out, he subconsciously assumed Iman had caused some trouble again.
Rubbing his nose in embarrassment, Luo Fei coughed. “It’s nothing to do with Iman. Uncle, I wanted to ask you a question. Is it possible for fraternal twins to have remarkably similar appearances? Almost like identical twins?”
Snow’s expression remained serene. “I recall you asked this question often as a child, and I explained it to you then too. The genes of fraternal twins are not the same. It’s like regular brothers. They can resemble each other, but generally not with the striking similarity of identical twins.”
Frowning, Luo Fei said, “But I’ve encountered a pair of fraternal twins who look exceptionally alike. How do you explain that?”
Snow said, “That would be a miracle of genetics.”
Luo Fei asked, “So, is it possible for such a genetic miracle to occur?”
Snow nodded. “Yes. Genetic inheritance is profoundly complex. Some children look nothing like their parents, while some siblings seem cast from the same mold. One cannot generalize. If you have doubts, the best course of action would be to have those twins undergo a genetic test.”
Luo Fei nodded. “I understand. Thank you, Uncle.”
Snow curved his lips slightly upwards. “Any other questions?”
Immediately resuming his polite demeanor, Luo Fei said, “No, that was all. Uncle, please attend to your work. I’ll consult you again if I have more questions in the future.”
Ending the call, Luo Fei managed to temporarily set aside the doubt in his heart.
Genetic laws were intricate and hard to decipher. Iman, for instance, was an Omega who had completely inherited the thick-skinned personality of his Alpha father. So, perhaps Mo Han and Mo Lin truly were a genetic miracle? Fraternal twins, one Alpha and one Omega, who also happened to look very similar?
It couldn’t possibly be that they were actually identical twins, and Mo Han was also an Omega… right?
Luo Fei immediately dismissed this train of thought. He had distinctly sensed the scent of Alpha pheromones on Mo Han before. Mo Han simply couldn’t be an Omega.
Many secrets likely still lay hidden behind the Mo Family twins. But regardless… Luo Fei’s feelings for Mo Han were genuine.
Whether Mo Han was an Alpha or an Omega, he simply liked this person and wanted to win him over.
That very night, Luo Fei retrieved the special, limited-edition gaming pod Fengyang Group had gifted him for his eighteenth birthday.
The exterior of the pod was laser-engraved with the words: “Happy eighteenth birthday to the First Prince of the Empire, Luo Fei Watson.” Luo Ning’s had a similar inscription. They were clearly customized birthday gifts Fengyang Group had prepared specifically for the twin princes.
This type of gaming pod was expensive and, like intelligent mechas, could be stored within a spatial button. Highly portable, it was very popular with today’s youth.
Fengyang Group’s gaming pod could connect to all the intelligent games developed by the group. This included the role-playing game that had recently become a nationwide sensation. Players could load their real appearances directly into the game world and play various roles—doctors, teachers, even generals. The scenes in the game were incredibly realistic and would trigger many random events mirroring real society, letting citizens experience the thrill of being an actor.
Lying inside the gaming pod, Luo Fei logged in and arrived at the game lobby.
Many popular games dominated the leaderboards, but he ignored them all and directly entered the channel for the new game “Law of the Jungle.”
—Welcome to the holographic adventure game “Law of the Jungle.”
—Please verify your identity, adjust your facial features, and name your character.
The holographic gaming pod automatically loaded the player’s appearance information. Players could use their real-world looks or choose from system-generated appearances. To avoid being instantly exposed by Mo Han, Luo Fei directly selected the system’s default “Face No. 1” and chose the name “Mr. F” before entering the game.
After smoothly passing the newbie tutorial, Luo Fei quickly familiarized himself with the game’s unique features.
An adventure game where players could choose any instance scenario to participate in adventures. All players would be transported back to a primitive era. There were no photon cannons, ion cannons, or combat mechas here. Players had to rely on their own combat skills and strategies, finding whatever weapons were available in the scenario—perhaps just a dagger, or if lucky, a submachine gun. The rules were survival of the fittest. Players needed to kill various wild monsters roaming the environment and, when necessary, kill other players to seize their resources.
In this dangerous jungle, the one who survived to the very end would be crowned the King of the Jungle.
Luo Fei quickly grew to love the game. The environments were incredibly realistic, the combat feedback authentic. In the tutorial, as he grappled with a wild beast, the sensation of nearly exchanging blows fist-to-fist, and the genuine pain of being kicked by his opponent, made it feel as if he had truly been transported into this thrillingly perilous jungle.
The game had no leveling system. All players started on the same starting line and were randomly matched into instances. The last survivor would receive rewards. The player leaderboard was ranked purely by the number of times each player cleared instances.
Of course, you could also form a party with familiar friends and enter instances together. Party size was capped at five players; operating as a group was always better than struggling alone.
Luo Fei opened the leaderboard and quickly searched for a specific ID: “Handsome Only Three Seconds”—it belonged to Mo Han’s best friend, Frank. All this info was courtesy of Luo Ning’s investigation. His true little brother was truly a divine-level support player.
Smiling to himself, Luo Fei sent Frank a verification request. “Hello, is your party still looking for members? My combat skill has passed the highest-level assessment. I’m looking to join a strong party to tackle Hard Mode instances. Could I possibly join you all?”
A reply came swiftly. “We’re running Nightmare Mode.”
Luo Fei: “…”
No matter. For the sake of pursuing Mo Han, let alone Nightmare Mode… he would even enter a literal Hell Mode instance.
