MCDWTBS Chapter 19
by Volare“I will love you well, male parent, and stay with you forever.”
The promise of “love” slipped from the male insectoid’s mouth, but his heart wasn’t filled with romantic thoughts, but rather a deep sense of kinship. He felt so sorry for Edwin. He knew that Edwin must have experienced too much suffering to make all his pain sound so light, only trembling slightly when he spoke of it.
He didn’t even shed tears, his expression blank, as if he truly was cold-blooded and fearless. But Serra knew that when true despair and pain reached their peak, when no hope or light could be seen, tears couldn’t be shed.
Serra raised his little chubby hands, carefully cupping Edwin’s pale face, wiping away the tears that spilled from the corner of his eyes.
“Male parent, your body is too weak, you need to rest. In a few days, I will do another mental soothing for you. I will find a way about the male insectoid pheromones.”
The Duke’s pheromones while he lies on the bed might be temporarily useful, but whether pheromones have side effects for unmarked female and sub-male insectoids, and whether they will produce other chain reactions, remains to be seen.
Before clinical trials, Serra doesn’t plan to risk Edwin’s body for the time being. His current situation is also very awkward. As a male insectoid, his mental energy is very powerful, but his undeveloped state is a serious hidden danger, which also prevents him from fully controlling his mental energy.
He has too many things to do, and he already has a plan in his mind.
The male insectoid touched Edwin’s flat abdomen and carefully explored Edwin’s mental sea with his mental tendrils. The mental sea was calm and tranquil. Although the physical collapse caused by pheromone deficiency syndrome was still continuing, it had not affected the mental sea for the time being.
He led Edwin to the medical treatment facility. At this moment, the medical treatment facility was arranged by the robot with soft blankets and furry pillows, like a huge semi-enclosed bed, which made people feel full of security. The little insectoid coaxed Edwin to sleep and adjusted the most pain-relieving treatment spectrum.
He watched Edwin enter the restorative slumber, ran over to dim the lights, and the insectoid gently touched Edwin’s face from a distance, and then left the bedroom silently with the robot.
He released a few mental tendrils in the living room of the suite, and quickly covered a table lamp with a starry sky lampshade, and put a turntable underneath. The lampshade rotated silently, like the starry sky flowing.
One tendril placed the starry sky lamp next to Edwin, and stayed by his side for a while before retreating.
Compensating for the starry sky lamp that the black-haired female insectoid missed in his childhood, the male insectoid tilted his head, put his little chubby hands together, and instructed the robot:
“I want all the asset data of the Duke’s Mansion. If I remember correctly, Duke Noah owns a large pharmaceutical company, several laboratories and technology companies, right?”
“Yes, Duke Noah also owns two casinos, construction companies, and several well-known shopping malls in the Capital Star—”
“Those are not important.” Serra waved his hand, interrupting the voice of the remodeled Xiao An: “Prepare detailed information on the pharmaceutical company, technology company, and laboratory for me. As far as I know, the pharmaceutical company mainly produces male insectoid mental energy stabilizers and aphrodisiacs, and the technology company is about to go bankrupt because the church’s robots monopolize the market, right?”
“That’s right, Master, this is the information you need. Is there anything else I can help you with?”
The male insectoid scanned the information quickly. His major in Earth was political philosophy, and he knew nothing about medicine, but for some reason, after having mental energy, his perception and understanding seemed to have been greatly improved. Although unfamiliar, he was able to find the key points in the words.
“Fire all the male insectoid managers in Laboratory No. 2, and submit a lawsuit to the Imperial Court for their transfer of company assets.” Halfway through speaking, the male insectoid remembered that the female insectoids and sub-male insectoids in these damned parasites’ families might be affected, so he changed his words:
“Fire them and let the female insectoid researcher Crison temporarily manage the laboratory.”
“Master, according to the law, any institution and company must be managed by male insectoids.”
Serra frowned, but had to admit that the oppressive system was watertight. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, “Put my name as the manager, and at the same time, recruit a male insectoid manager externally. The requirements should be higher, and they should have work experience and not have marked any female insectoids.”
This is almost impossible in male insectoid society. Any male insectoid who has successfully developed will be immediately arranged with many female insectoids and sub-male insectoids by the system. But Serra did this not because he wanted to find a male insectoid to be the manager.
He believed that the female insectoid Crison was fully qualified to lead the laboratory.
Five years ago, Crison submitted a periodic observation experiment on the decline of female insectoid pheromones and wanted to apply for funding, but was quickly called to a halt by the male insectoid manager. Alert male insectoid managers do not allow female insectoids to research and discover their own physical characteristics, and the female insectoid researcher named Crison was therefore demoted from a special researcher to an intern researcher, and all experimental results were deprived by the male insectoid manager.
Although Crison is a female insectoid, his level is very low, only D level. He is trapped here, but also because of the low level, he can live longer without being marked by male insectoids. He is already 48 years old this year and has suffered all kinds of oppression in the laboratory, but Serra still saw from the experimental records and his stolen thesis reports that Crison’s research touched the core of the problem.
And in that report, the breakthrough result of the data came from an experimental subject named “Ax.”
And in Edwin’s narrative just now, his former Marshal was also named Ax, and he still maintained his sanity and combat effectiveness in his thirties without being marked by a male insectoid…
Serra frowned. He didn’t know what connection this “Ax” had with Edwin’s former Marshal, but he knew that Crison’s research might be the key to the problem. He waved his tendrils, sent a message to Crison alone, and asked the robot to draw a tube of the Duke’s pheromones and send it to Crison together.
Male insectoid pheromones are a weapon for male insectoids to suppress female insectoids and sub-male insectoids. Serra needs to know what it is in order to complete his plan.
After doing this, Serra began to study the information of the technology company that was about to go bankrupt. The insectoids’ technology was built by plundering other civilizations in the interstellar space. It does not have a complete foundation, but it is sophisticated enough. Serra’s tentacles were constantly moving in the database, quickly reading a large amount of information.
This feeling was novel, but it also made Serra vigilant.
“System,” he suddenly asked, “Pheromones can still be studied, and there may be scientific ways to deal with them, but the mental tendrils of male insectoids seem to be a product of higher dimensions. I can’t think of a way to suppress them. How can I help Edwin?”
“Host,” the system’s voice was weak and carried a sense of vicissitudes: “Have you forgotten your original mission? You are not here to help Edwin! You are here to stimulate his awakening, not to study the physiological differences between male insectoids, female insectoids, and sub-male insectoids!”
“Oh, oh, what do you know.” Serra rolled his eyes and played dumb: “You know, I also lost my parents since I was a child and was taken in by others. Edwin reminds me of my Dad—no, my Mom.”
Serra was a little guilty. He had actually forgotten what his parents looked like. He only remembered that they were both university professors who died in a car accident while attending an academic conference, leaving him alone to be pushed around by relatives.
Fortunately, his relatives were considered to be of good quality. They took the property that belonged to him and raised him without lacking food or drink. On the day he went to college, his aunt “bang” closed the door behind him, leaving Serra, who wanted to say goodbye, speechless.
The system believed his nonsense, and its voice became gentle again: “Okay, Host, your behavior is understandable. But please remember your mission and don’t let Edwin deviate from his mission.”
“I know, you can rest assured about my work.” Serra breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had fooled it again. The system continued:
“Host, you don’t need to worry too much about mental tendrils. The abilities of male insectoids have been declining for a long time. Most male insectoids only have one or two tendrils, and their mental tendrils cannot be solidified. That is to say, they only have the ability to pollute and harm the minds of female insectoids and sub-male insectoids within a certain range. A few male insectoids who can solidify their mental tendrils are distributed in the royal family and the church. They are high-ranking and cherish their lives very much and will not easily take action.”
“I’m relieved to hear that.” Serra looked at his black tendrils wriggling in patches, thoughtfully. But he quickly put the matter of dealing with mental tendrils behind him and started designing drawings.
Serra wanted to use the Duke’s technology company to make bracelets, or light computers. He wanted to let female insectoids and sub-male insectoids leave the isolated island and start communicating first.
Awakening a large number of female insectoids and sub-male insectoids is not an easy task. Not only do you have to find a way to help them recognize their predicament, but you also have to find a way to help them establish connections. And this is exactly what male insectoid managers are trying to avoid. They don’t want sub-male insectoids and female insectoids to contact each other, let alone expose them to any rebellious ideas.
But as Serra had seen before, the royal family and the church, as the two major male insectoid forces, are not monolithic. Serra has already thought of a way to mediate among the forces and distribute the produced products to all female insectoids and sub-male insectoids.
As night fell, Serra put down the design drawings in his hand and ran to the kitchen to prepare dinner for Edwin. When he returned to the bedroom with the robot and the dishes, he saw Edwin holding the starry sky lamp he had placed on the bedside in a daze.
“Young Male Master…did you make this for me?”
The black-haired female insectoid’s voice trembled slightly, and his fingers gently stroked the outline of the glass lampshade. The light shuttled through his fingertips, and the light and shadow on the wall were hazy, setting off his slender fingers like jade.
“Male parent, I just made one casually,” the male insectoid said embarrassedly, reaching out his short little hand and scratching his fluffy brown curly hair. He wasn’t very good at handicrafts, and the lampshade was a bit rough under the carving of his unruly tendrils, but he promised in a low voice:
“When I practice, I’ll make a starry sky lamp that looks exactly like the Butterfly Galaxy for you, male parent.”
The black-haired female insectoid’s movements paused slightly. He put down the lamp and walked over, hugging the male insectoid for the first time. His fair face rested on the male insectoid’s small, fleshy shoulder socket.
“This is already good enough.” The female insectoid’s voice was stained with a sob for the first time, and large drops of tears flowed down, instantly soaking the little insectoid’s heart until it was soft and sour.