MCDWTBS Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Young Male Insectoid: A Scumbag Insectoid Starts as a Child…

Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a Young Male Insectoid: A Scumbag Insectoid Starts as a Child…

Lin Huanyu’s consciousness gradually returned, his eyelids as if glued together with superglue, his eyelashes dry and heavy.

He breathed weakly, his memory stuck on the scene where he and several university students attending ideological education were overturned by a large truck.

The world spun, and then everything gradually faded in color. His peripheral vision swept over his collapsed sternum, and his still clear brain immediately sentenced him to death.

But he had regained consciousness, which was extremely strange. Even more bizarre, some bizarre memories flooded into his faintly aching head, forcing him to scream silently until he finally mustered all his strength to open his eyelids.

He was lying on an extremely soft and comfortable bed, surrounded by strange incense and tranquility. His eyes were not uncomfortable from suddenly coming into the light from the darkness, but he clearly saw everything in the room.

The smooth, seamless dome, interwoven with silver and gray, had a strange healing spectrum slowly flowing within it, enveloping the body of the young male insectoid on the bed.

Yes, a young male insectoid.

Lin Huanyu laboriously raised a hand, a hand several sizes smaller than his original one, no different from a human hand, presumably with similar functions, but Lin Huanyu knew that he had truly transmigrated.

This technologically advanced room also proved this point.

He had not only transmigrated but also changed species, becoming a rare and precious male insectoid among the insectoids, a male insectoid child who had not yet developed due to a disability, Serra, the Duke’s son.

And the culprit of all this was calling to him in his mind:

“Host, host, hello… zzz… please respond if received?”

“Speak.”

He helplessly accepted reality. Although he was a working university teacher, he was only a few years older than his students. In an era of highly developed internet and online novels, he naturally knew his situation.

“Hello, Host 001, I am Civilization Salvation Auxiliary System 001 from the Life Tribunal, from the future of this timeline. I was created by intelligent beings to return to the past through the cracks of time and space to save a civilization that is about to be lost. You are one of the hosts I have selected. Are you willing to find the system target, help the target awaken and complete the rebellion plan, and preserve the spark of the insectoid civilization?”

Serra raised an eyebrow and asked, “The plot of ‘Terminator’? I’ve been selected by a future system to go back in time to save a civilization from falling?”

“Zzz… Unidentified words detected… zzz… The host’s purpose is not ‘termination’, but to promote the completion of the important figure Edwin’s mission through suppression, abuse, and torture.”

“Edwin is your male father’s newly acquired *cishi*. He is a general of the First Army, but according to the current imperial law, his position and property will all belong to the Duke’s Mansion after he has a male master. Now he is one of the dozens of female and sub-male insectoids in the Duke’s Mansion. Yesterday, he was punished in public by your male father for ‘having a face that disgusts the male insectoid’ and will soon be demoted to a female slave.”

“According to records, Edwin is a female insectoid deeply brainwashed by the Empire and the Church, and is extremely obedient to the male insectoids, and the host’s task is to continue squeezing Edwin’s living space, forcing Edwin to abandon the belief that violates the life regulations, abandon accepting the training of the Empire, the Church, and the male insectoids, and become a member of the rebellion.”

“Please the host strive to complete the task, even if it means using any means, as long as it does not leave a fatal injury to the target, it will be regarded as an acceptable means. Where the Life Tribunal supervises, when the spark of civilization shines.”

The system said rigidly, only in the last two sentences, the mechanical voice of the system carried a hint of fanaticism, as if these two ordinary oaths were a promise watered by countless people – or other alien life forms – with love and life.

Having never heard these words before, Serra inexplicably felt a heat in his chest, as if his soul had been immersed in this oath, without reservation.

But he quickly woke up and seized the keywords in the system’s task:

“Suppression, abuse, torture?” His voice raised a little, feeling a little amused by the outrageous words on the other side: “Based on me?”

He once again strained to raise his severely shrunken hand:

“How old is this body of mine? It doesn’t look like it’s over seven years old, oh no, who knows how to calculate age as an insect. But one thing is right, that is that the female insectoids in this world can fly and escape, tearing apart mecha with their bare hands, and the male insectoids are no different from humans in physical fitness. This body of mine is still a useless underage insect that has not been able to awaken the male insectoid’s abilities, so how am I supposed to abuse a former general?”

“Please the host be calm… zzz… don’t be agitated…” Not knowing if it was an illusion, the system’s voice was obviously weakened. The deliberately calm mechanical voice was gone, and the voice revealed a hint of timidity, like a child caught red-handed. The buzzing of the current was more obvious. Serra calmed down and calmed down his somewhat agitated voice.

Of course, he couldn’t maintain his usual mentality when he encountered such a thing. But since things have come to this, it is not advisable to stimulate the unknown system. He must remain rational in order to negotiate with the system.

“Okay, let’s talk slowly.” Serra took out the patience he used to have with problem students and said in a calm tone. The system was indeed able to detect the host’s basic emotions of joy, anger, and sorrow, and carefully resumed communication:

“It’s good that the host isn’t angry. I’m just an auxiliary system, and the host’s actions are still based on the host’s decisions.”

This reduced Serra’s vigilance towards the system a lot. Obviously, this guy who called himself an auxiliary system not only saved his life, but also installed emotion detection and would adjust the response method according to emotions. It could be seen that its designers had considered the service value of the system to intelligent beings, rather than the purpose of mechanical purpose.

This was good news for Serra. He moved his sore eyeballs and said:

“I am very grateful to you for saving my life, but the task completion rate you mentioned is very low. In addition to the difference in physical strength between male and female insectoids, according to the ethical viewpoint of human beings – intelligent beings, this General Edwin is now my – this body’s stepmother, or to put it in a more local way, my small male parent, right? It is really unforgivable for me to commit such a crime. Finally,”

Serra’s expression congealed, his voice weak but firm: “My morals will not allow me to wantonly trample on and harm another life form, whether they are my own kind or not. Perhaps you don’t understand, system, I am also a university ideological and political education teacher. This violates my professional ethics and beliefs.”

The system buzzed and was silent for a while, shrinking into a bewildered little ball of light in Serra’s mind, seemingly scorched by Serra’s sudden burst of ideological aura. Then the system seemed to say with some frustration:

“The host’s wishes are very important, but please understand, the mission issued by the Life Tribunal… zzz… is to make the target female insectoid join the rebellion under the circumstances of hating the Empire… Hating the Empire, which is dominated by the will of the male insectoid, is the opportunity and key for Edwin to make major decisions. Please the host complete the task, otherwise… zzz… civilization will collapse, and hundreds of millions of living beings will be reduced to ashes.”

“So, the teacher understands. You are a good system, very well-behaved.”

Serra narrowed his eyes and smiled gently, but there was a hint of triumph in his eyes, like a well-fed fox.

In fact, he didn’t think the system task was impossible to complete. Although the difference in strength between male and female insectoids was indeed great, the insectoid society had its own set of guidelines, which basically ensured that Serra could kill Edwin without receiving any punishment. Even if Edwin was a hundred times stronger than Serra, even if Edwin could be considered Serra’s elder.

Because the current insectoid civilization is built on the oppression and exploitation of female and sub-male insectoids by a very small number of male insectoids.

According to the original body’s memory, the insectoids were created by the insectoid mother – that is, the legendary deity, equivalent to the human legends of Nüwa or God. But the insectoid mother only created perfect male insectoids and did not create imperfect sub-male and female insectoids. And the male insectoids felt lonely. They used their power to create two other genders of insectoids, sub-male insectoids to accompany them and relieve boredom, and female insectoids to reproduce and kill.

In short, in this insectoid origin theory, male insectoids are the sons of gods, sub-male insectoids are toys created by the sons of gods, and female insectoids are tools created by the sons of gods. They are all servants and vessels to serve male insectoids.

From the perspective of Serra, an Earthling, this is almost no different from a slavery system. From the perspective of civilization development, such a system cannot last.

But it seems to confirm this origin theory. Male insectoids have two abilities to restrain sub-male and female insectoids.

Pheromones and mental energy.

For sub-male insectoids, their physical strength is low, and most of them are engaged in the service industry. They are not sensitive to the pheromones of male insectoids, but they cannot resist the marking and strangulation of the mental energy of male insectoids.

But for the physically strong female insectoids, their bodies will crave the pheromones of male insectoids day after day after they reach adulthood. If they cannot obtain the pheromones of male insectoids, they will fall into weakness and death. This weakness also causes their mental energy to be overwhelmed. Without the mental energy of male insectoids to comfort them and combine with male insectoids, they will fall into mental confusion and lose themselves.

In this universe civilization that is about to be destroyed, gender inequality has reached an incredible degree, making this civilization and the insectoid empire full of incredible absurdity.

To be honest, Serra hates this place. He believes in the principle of equality for all and hates one group lording over another.

“I will do everything in my power to complete the task. I will also not allow such a civilization to continue. This race, this empire, needs to be completely changed.”

He promised the system, and then added softly: “But I will do it my own way.”

The inexperienced system was made to feel light-headed by his sudden gentleness and firmness. How could it question his words? It immediately said in a brisk voice:

“Okay, host!”

Serra was satisfied. He strained to support his stiff body and let out a grumble from his throat, wanting to find some water to quench his thirst. At this moment, a delicate teacup and a pair of extremely beautiful, distinctly jointed hands suddenly appeared in his sight.

The teacup emanated mist, gently stroking Serra’s dazed little face. His face now looked only six or seven years old, chubby like a white and tender bun, completely in the form of a child. Unlike the growth of the human race, the development of the insectoid race is a metamorphosis. Male insectoids often go from this juvenile state to adolescence through the first development, and then to adulthood through the second development.

And Serra’s original body, because of his physical disability, could not develop. After seventeen years of hatching, he still maintained a juvenile state of six or seven years old.

Startled, Serra puffed up his bun face and stared blankly, following those hands, looking at the insect that suddenly broke into his sight. It would be a lie to say that he wasn’t afraid. He had been talking to the system in his heart for so long, but he had never realized that there was a second creature in the room.

And when he really saw the insect kneeling and serving tea, he was stunned. His shrunken heart was beating faster and faster in his chest, and his white and tender bun face slowly turned red.

What, what a beauty with black hair and blue eyes, as meticulously carved as a David statue.