Chapter 2 – A Patient with No ID
Volume 3, Prologue, Part 2
Novel Title: 共鳴熱情 オメガバース (Resonance Passion: Omegaverse)
Author：岩本薫 (Iwamoto Kaoru)
Illustrator：蓮川愛 (Hasukawa Ai)
Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)
Protagonists: MC- 遠峰一紗 (Toomine Kazusa), Lemur & ML- ゼロ (Zero)
*Please read at knoxt.space, the original site of translation. TQ*
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As someone whose only redeeming quality was his seriousness, Kazusa assumed he would go through life never knowing romance or marriage. He was especially disappointed, as he genuinely liked children—he’d even struggled until the very end over whether to choose orthopaedic surgery or paediatrics.
Perhaps sensing the emptiness of his private life, Kazusa had been stuck with a second on-call shift this week. Originally, a resident was supposed to take the night shift tonight. But the resident had come down with the flu and Kazusa was chosen to fill the gap.
“Toomine-kun, you’re single, still young, and have plenty of stamina… So, please?”
As a junior doctor, Kazusa had no option but to accept when the head of orthopaedic surgery asked for help. Being disliked by a direct superior and feeling out of place in the department could spell the end of his career. Kazusa didn’t have the funds or the courage to quit his job and start his own practice.
Some of his colleagues were second- or third-generation doctors, training to eventually take over their family clinics. But Kazusa’s parents ran a small-town workshop. They had exhausted their meagre savings to make sure their eldest son became a doctor and Kazusa himself had only just finished paying off his student loans last month. After finally breaking even from years in debt, he was just starting to think about saving some money.
(Well… in that sense, the extra pay for night shifts is actually a blessing.)
Occasionally, on nights when there were hardly any patients, Kazusa could get a decent amount of sleep. On such nights, he would sleep deeply and dreamlessly in the nap room. But tonight, it seemed, wasn’t going to be one of those nights.
Kazusa descended the stairs to the first floor. His heavy footsteps reflected his accumulated fatigue, as he headed for his destination. Arriving at the staff entrance, he made his way into the emergency examination room.
The emergency clinic, designated for urgent and nighttime patients, was divided into an examination room and a treatment room by partitions. The examination room was a bare-bones space, furnished with only the essentials: a desk and office chair for the doctor, a stool for the patient, and a simple bed surrounded by pale green curtains. The adjacent treatment room was equipped with a treatment bed and basic equipment for minor procedures.
Kazusa had just sat down in the office chair when there was a knock on the door. “Excuse me,” came a voice as the sliding door opened.
The veteran nurse who had contacted him via the PHS earlier entered, holding a clipboard with the patient’s form.
“Dr. Toomine, here’s the intake form.”
He accepted the clipboard and gave it a quick glance.
“Where’s the patient?”
“They’re waiting in the night clinic lobby.”
“Alright, please call them in.”
However, the nurse hesitated instead of following his instructions. Noticing her pause, Kazusa looked up from the form and asked, “Is something wrong?”
“The patient doesn’t have a health insurance card.”
“…Ah.”
With that one sentence, Kazusa understood the situation.
As the name suggests, Central National Downtown East General Hospital is the only national general hospital in the eastern district of Central City’s downtown area.
Given its proximity to the slums, many of the residents were impoverished, and quite a few were undocumented immigrants. Some unscrupulous individuals even fled without paying for their treatment. While the hospital had a duty to respond to any patient, it couldn’t overlook such incidents. Failing to collect medical fees would further strain the hospital’s already deficit-ridden operations. Without proper compensation, the hospital couldn’t retain medical staff, which would eventually harm the patients themselves.
There were also cases, like tonight’s, where a patient had money but didn’t carry a health insurance card. Some of these people didn’t even have a national ID.
They were individuals purged from the system—the so-called ‘Stray Omegas’.
In this world, there were three kinds of people…
About five percent of the population are Alphas, a ruling category of both men and women who possess dominant genes. Because of this, they are naturally endowed with numerous privileges. In Alpha society, lineage and family status are highly valued, and a strict hierarchy exists even among Alphas.
Next, the majority of the population—94 percent—are Betas, the so-called general populace. Some Betas, through hard work and dedication, manage to become elites, holding jobs as doctors, lawyers, or bureaucrats. But they remain distinctly separate from the Alphas, who are born into their privileged class.
The remaining one percent is the rare category of Omega. Omegas possess characteristics unique to their type.
First, regardless of gender, Omegas have wombs and are capable of pregnancy and giving birth.
The second characteristic is the Omega-specific heat cycle.
Starting in their late teens, Omegas experience monthly heats, each lasting a week. During this period, Omegas are required to take suppressants to prevent the release of sexual pheromones. Without medication, they would unintentionally release large amounts of pheromones, enticing Betas and Alphas around them. In the past, numerous incidents involving rape or crimes centered around Omegas in heat. This led to the development of these pills and Omegas are now legally required to take them.
Every person undergoes a blood test right after birth to determine their second gender category, separate from their first gender, and they are classified into one of three types.
Once the category is determined, it is reported to the government. Alphas are assigned a seven-digit number starting with the Greek letter ‘𝛼’, Betas receive a nine-digit number starting with ‘𝛽’, and Omegas are assigned a seven-digit number starting with a specific symbol ‘𝛺’. From then on, each individual is managed under their national identification number by the National Registry Bureau.
This national number is a crucial personal identifier, tied to every aspect of life. Without it, one cannot attend school, get a job, marry, or even give birth. Essentially, it becomes impossible to lead an ordinary life. For Omegas, in particular, this is a matter of life and death—without the number, they cannot visit a hospital or get prescribed their suppressants.
Yet, on rare occasions, there are individuals without this critical national number. These are usually cases where the parent gave birth outside a hospital, skipping the blood test.
The probability of being ‘stray’—lacking a national number—is zero among Alphas, extremely low among Betas, but overwhelmingly higher among Omegas.
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*Translator’s Note: I think in the first volume, I didn’t put the Greek letters in my translation. Whoops? -K
Next update: 2025.03.18
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