MCDWTBS Chapter 6
by Volare“Host, your current physical development is delayed due to abnormal mental energy manifestation. Your mental map differs from the original owner’s. You can try to activate your mental energy, allowing it to combine with your body, stimulating physical development, and completing the ‘evolution’ of the male insectoid.”
The system’s answer was quite vague, but it let Serra know that his condition could be improved, which relieved him greatly.
To be honest, according to Earth children’s standards, the original owner’s appearance was model-worthy. His chestnut-brown curly hair was thick and shiny, his skin as fair as milk, with a few lightly colored freckles on his cheeks, and his cherry-colored lips naturally curved into a smile. With a gentle pout, two sweet dimples would appear on his chubby cheeks.
However, the moment Serra thought of the cruel and awful things the original owner had done, he respectfully declined this appearance.
What’s more, while the four-headed appearance could lower Edwin’s guard in the early stages and gently guide him toward his destined path, constantly maintaining this four-headed form, which was only good for being cute, wouldn’t help Edwin and the rebel army in the future, and his own safety couldn’t be guaranteed.
Yes, Serra was also worried about his own safety, even though he was a seemingly superior male insectoid.
If Serra were as naive and foolish as the university students he taught, he might have thought that transmigrating into a male insectoid in such a deformed social system as the insectoid race would mean carefree days. After all, even a disabled, unarmed male insectoid cub like the original owner could abuse strong female insectoids through the power of technology and systematic social oppression. Theoretically, with the triple guarantee of religious brainwashing, national law, and the physiological restraint of male insectoids over female insectoids, male insectoids were invincible in the insectoid social system.
But one can’t just look at the surface of things. Not to mention that the existence of the system indirectly proved that this pathological system was about to collapse, but the system itself had many loopholes.
The number of male insectoids was too small. When one group was above another, the crushing power of force and numbers was crucial. Even if male insectoids could naturally suppress the exceptionally powerful female and sub-male insectoids through mental energy and pheromones, their power was limited, their bodies extremely fragile, and the number of births was far lower than that of female and sub-male insectoids. Moreover, male insectoids with developmental problems, equivalent to useless beings, like Serra’s original body, were not uncommon.
Male insectoids who cannot develop do not possess the “God strength” to control female insectoids. And if the male insectoids who claimed to be the “creator gods” of female and sub-male insectoids were stripped of their “God strength,” the power system would instantly reverse. Everything that male insectoids did now, whether it was religious brainwashing or other means, seemed like a hysterical attempt to cover up some truth.
Moreover, Serra didn’t believe the male insectoids’ claim that “male insectoids created sub-male and female insectoids.” He was an atheist and held a skeptical attitude toward theology itself. What’s more, in the male insectoids’ claim, the most inexplicable part was that today, whether female insectoids, male insectoids, or sub-male insectoids, were all born in the wombs of sub-male and female insectoids.
This was like the unsolvable question of “which came first, the chicken or the egg?” Admittedly, male insectoids could explain it as the first generation of male insectoids generously giving female and sub-male insectoids the ability to conceive and nurture life when they created life, allowing the insectoid race to expand and prosper. But this violated the sacredness of the so-called “God strength.”
If the so-called “God strength” could be nurtured by lowly flesh and blood, then “God strength” and “creation” were a complete fraud.
The male insectoid cub composed himself and obtained a document about mental energy from the system. The system claimed to have returned from the future to the current timeline to carry out a mission, but its database on mental energy research was still incomplete and not deep enough. But for Serra, who was ignorant and eager to become stronger, this was enough.
He puffed out his chubby cheeks, turned over beside Edwin, his chubby, soft duang duang belly facing up, and concentrated his mind. Whether it was because he had changed his body or his environment, when Serra concentrated his mind, unlike when he was doing “mindfulness” on Earth, he could only listen to his thoughts in the dark. Instead, he “saw” a brand new scene.
He saw a silent universe. At the center of the universe, a star about to go out emitted residual heat. It was a bright orange-red, and the temperature of the star’s surface was decreasing, indicating that it was not far from complete extinction. Serra’s consciousness floated in the silent universe. He suddenly wanted to get closer to see it, as if summoned by that star.
He stretched out his “hand” towards the star from afar, and silk-like smooth dark tendrils appeared from behind him, facing the direction of the star, but they were all blocked by a “wall.” The tendrils seemed unwilling, and as Serra’s will increased, their numbers increased exponentially, and the male insectoid cub’s small body was instantly swallowed by endless darkness.
The tendrils tangled together, wriggling, growing, and although they had no lethal fangs or venom, they were like an unspeakable object in the abyss, quiet and terrifying. They attacked the transparent “wall,” tirelessly and painlessly colliding with it. The star behind the wall flickered, like a beating orange-yellow flame, as if telling the divine decree in the depths of the universe, summoning its believers…
“Bang!”
Two forces collided again. In reality, the male insectoid cub lying on the bed frowned, his short, chubby hands and feet curled up uneasily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He snuggled beside the black-haired female insectoid, his hot little chubby face pressed hard against the female insectoid’s chest, making a unique, short, and aggrieved panting sound of a cub.
Edwin had already woken up. Whether it was in the female insectoid nursery, military school, or the army, there were clear regulations for the resting time of female insectoids, and they had to be enforced even when the body was injured. Edwin had slept the deepest sleep he had had since childhood, his body was still tired, but his will had forced him to wake up on time.
Before falling asleep, he had thought about the situation and consequences he might face when he woke up, but he didn’t expect the scene before him. The warm and soft male insectoid cub was curled up beside him, panting uneasily and rapidly, and the brown little curls on the top of his head trembled non-stop.
He was in pain, the male insectoid cub was in pain. Almost instinctively, the black-haired female insectoid woke up completely, but he was at a loss. He leaned against the bed-shaped medical bay, his arms helplessly wrapped around the shivering male insectoid cub, and a pair of light blue eyes that were still calm before the war revealed a trace of panic in front of the painful cub, like the setting sun melting gold, shattering a pool of light.
Edwin had never experienced such a feeling. Like other military female insectoids, he had never taken his own life seriously, and when a life did not value itself, it was difficult for him to panic about anything. War and killing were commonplace for Edwin, even comfortable, but he had never felt as scared, flustered, or even hyperventilated as he did at this moment.
“…Xiao An? Scan your master.”
In confusion, he even asked for help from the robots in the room that were used to entertain male insectoids and punish female insectoids. This was not allowed for female insectoids, but he couldn’t care less. The blood had drained from the black-haired female insectoid’s face, his clear blue eyes were glistening, and his arms stiffly and firmly hugged the curled-up male insectoid cub, his full chest rising and falling erratically due to panic.
The robots steadily flashed blue circles in the dark, without any response. The robots produced by the church would only execute the male insectoid’s instructions, and the source code prevented them from giving any help to female and sub-male insectoids. The stagnant air was mixed with the soft and uneasy panting of the male insectoid cub, and sharp anxiety squeezed the female insectoid’s nerves. He no longer waited, but awkwardly lifted the warm body of the male insectoid cub with his strong arms, letting the male insectoid cub’s pale little face stick to his chest.
He wanted to take the painful male insectoid cub away from this area, seeking help and treatment, even if his actions would bring him the risk of angering the male master and death.
Sure enough, the robot flashing a blue circle in the darkness silently slid out, blocking in front of the black-haired female insectoid, blocking all his directions. After observing the female insectoid’s “strange” behavior, the stable and gentle blue circle gradually turned into a deep purple.
In the first three days of entering the Duke’s Mansion, Edwin was constantly dealing with robots flashing purple circles, activating the punishment mode. The male insectoids rarely did it themselves. The Duke’s reputation was good, and he didn’t like to get his hands dirty with blood. He would spread canvas on the wall when the robots punished female and sub-male insectoids, elegantly appreciating the angle and density of the blood splashing.
“Female insectoid, put down the master, execute the order immediately, otherwise Xiao An will notify the family court to execute you.”
Xiao An spoke. The tall female insectoid lowered his head, and a pair of blue eyes looked at the male insectoid cub hastily held in his arms.
This action was extremely blasphemous. Although protecting male insectoids was the first principle of female and sub-male insectoids, Edwin had never thought of using such a blasphemous posture, violating several unbreakable iron laws. He shouldn’t do this.
But he wanted to.
The proverb of protecting male insectoids engraved in the female insectoid’s bloodline was finally visualized in front of Edwin at this moment. He was not executing some bloodline summons or illusory doctrine, he just wanted to protect the male insectoid cub in his arms.
A soft, strange, male insectoid cub that Edwin couldn’t understand no matter how hard he thought about it.
“Your instructions have been overridden, you can’t hurt me, let alone hurt your master.”
The female insectoid spoke, his voice low and magnetic. The robot froze in place, seemingly analyzing whether the newly added instructions today were valid, while Edwin slightly lowered his eyes, and a hint of light red gradually stained his light blue eyes.
His abilities were far from what they used to be, the church’s robots were equipped with pheromone weapons specifically designed to restrain female and sub-male insectoids, making them very difficult to deal with, but…
He was not an ordinary female insectoid. He was the military’s once-in-a-century Morning Star, the youngest general, he was invincible.
But suddenly, the pectoral muscles that bulged when the female insectoid’s fighting spirit broke out hurt the male insectoid cub’s delicate chubby face, he grumbled and opened his hazy caramel-colored eyes, and a trace of aggrieved water light appeared at the corners of his eyes.
In the last blow in the void, his black tendrils sank into the transparent “wall,” but the wall, along with the dying star behind it, wrinkled like a canvas and disappeared out of thin air, and Serra’s consciousness was also “kicked” out of that universe.
Serra woke up and found that most of his face was buried in Edwin’s bulging chest, and the fighting spirit and killing intent in Edwin’s blue eyes quickly receded, turning into a trace of panic and helplessness.
As if he had been caught doing something bad, his arms were still frozen in place, holding the male insectoid cub in place.