MCDWTBS Chapter 76

Chapter 76 Chapter 76 The Unconscious Female Insect Tilts Her Head in a Daze…

Chapter 76 The Unconscious Female Insect Tilts Her Head in a Daze…

After talking with Colean, Serra also felt a bit tired. However, after completing his second transformation, both his body and mental energy reached their peak state, so he only closed his eyes for a while and adjusted himself.

Colean, having placed his complete trust in him, revealed some information about gene research for the first time.

The empire strictly forbade any organization or group from conducting gene research, but this didn’t mean that those in power in the empire hadn’t dabbled in this area. In fact, when power reaches a certain level, laws and morals become mere formalities for those in power. This isn’t new in any civilization or country; it’s part of the inferiority of living beings.

Colean believed that the royal family’s research institute had always been conducting gene research on the Chong species. Compared to the research institutes under the nobles, the church, and other social institutions, the geographical location of the Imperial Research Institute was unknown, the organization of researchers was unclear, and the content of the research was even more unclear. All the research results of the Imperial Research Institute didn’t participate in the review of the major scientific research organizations of the empire and were all national-level confidential materials. It was said that all the researchers of the Imperial Research Institute, from senior researchers to the lowest-level assistants, were all male insectoids.

Sometimes, the simplest same-gender alliance made confidentiality measures impenetrable. The Dawn Organization back then was entirely composed of female insectoids and sub-male insectoids. Most of them were female soldiers, and there was no shortage of outstanding individuals from other industries, such as scientific and technological geniuses like Colean. However, that couldn’t change the fact that they couldn’t infiltrate the Imperial Research Institute, or even eavesdrop on information from the Imperial Research Institute.

However, the Dawn Organization had high-level military officials and technical personnel like Colean who monitored the Star Network, and they knew some of the cooperation trends of the Imperial Research Institute. One of them, Colean believed, was closely related to the gene research of the Imperial Research Institute:

“A group of Fallen Species lives on the WL Wasteland Star. This is a secret that has been forgotten by the imperial Chong race. Currently, no educational materials or propaganda will mention them.”

“Fallen Species?” Something flashed through Serra’s mind, he repeated in a murmur, but Colean didn’t give him more time to think:

“Fallen Species. They are a group of sub-male insectoids and female insectoids without male insectoids. They live on wasteland stars, use the most primitive weapons, and rely on scavenging for a living. Because they are located on the edge of a star for many years, their environment is extremely harsh and cold, so that their skin and hair fade severely, appearing stiff white and gray-white. Every few years, the Imperial Research Institute will send special forces to the wasteland star to carry out secret missions. Apart from that, no Chong race knows of their existence.”

“No male insectoids?” Serra quickly grasped the key point. As everyone knew, the reproduction of the Chong race required male insectoids. If the so-called Fallen Species didn’t have male insectoids, then their genes must be different from those of the imperial Chong race.

Reproduction—this keyword also made Serra’s eyes light up, and clues strung together in his mind like a net.

When Serra first transmigrated into the insectoid race, when he first heard the church’s preaching about the origin of the race, he felt that the reproductive system of the Chong race was extremely unreasonable. Male insectoids parasitically rely on female insectoids and sub-male insectoids to reproduce, while sub-male insectoids and female insectoids, who are regarded as inferior by them, endure the torment of pheromone collapse syndrome, but can give birth to male sons with “God strength.” This was what Serra found the most bizarre.

Later, according to the gene data provided by Colean, Serra almost confirmed that the genes of female insectoids and sub-male insectoids had been artificially edited—their defects were framed, because natural evolution would never leave such obvious and fatal genetic defects, which almost laid the cornerstone for the extinction of the race.

Colean nodded silently.

“Yes, the Fallen Species don’t have male insectoids. Their reproduction is by dual-female birth. Their female insectoids and sub-male insectoids aren’t strong. As far as I know, the best of them only have the body strength of a B-level of the imperial Chong race. But there is one thing that is very strange, they don’t have pheromone collapse syndrome.”

“In other words, they won’t be marked by male insectoids.”

“We don’t know the content of the Imperial Research Institute. They don’t leave any traces on the Star Network. If I estimate correctly, they still keep paper files, which are used as confidentiality measures. However, Ax has some…personal understanding of the Fallen Species.”

Colean said with deliberation. He didn’t seem too sure whether it was appropriate to tell Serra about Ax’s privacy before his death, but he finally chose the path of pragmatism—he respected Ax, not only as a former leader, but also projected some of his loveless affection for children onto Ax, just as Ax couldn’t help but project his affection onto Edwin. Compassion for the next generation is a biological instinct of female insectoids and sub-male insectoids, but the dead and lost can’t be recovered, and the living should be cherished.

“He is a Fallen Species mixed-blood. His male parent was a branch of a declining noble family, and his male parent was a Fallen Species. Not long after Ax was born, his male parent died in a royal research institute’s annihilation of the wasteland star. His male parent raised him and other children together and never publicly stated his origin.”

“In the border star where Ax grew up, mixed-bloods of the imperial Chong and the Fallen Species were not uncommon—they were all female insectoids or sub-male insectoids. Most of them were the products of male insectoids wanting to experiment with marking or conquering the Fallen Species. If they were fortunate enough to be taken away by their surviving Fallen Species male parent, they could leave the empire alive. If their male parent died or refused to raise them—their bodies would appear in the garbage dump. Ax was an accident. He was born looking no different from the imperial Chong race. His skin color, his extremely high body level, and his male parent’s forgetting about him protected him.”

“It wasn’t until he secretly sent military forces to follow the Imperial Research Institute’s task force that he recalled the beginning and end of the year. His male parent had already died in a drunken dream, and his maternal clan had once again migrated in the wasteland star. The empire doesn’t allow the Fallen Species to develop technology, and doesn’t allow them to appear in the public eye, in reports and media. Therefore, over the years, the peculiarities of the Fallen Species not being affected by pheromone collapse syndrome and parthenogenesis have never been studied by Chong society—perhaps except for the Imperial Research Institute.”

“So, the professor got the genetic map of the Fallen Species?”

Serra asked urgently, and Colean silently sent a genetic map. Serra’s strong mental energy quickly flipped through it. Soon, his eyes became brighter and brighter:

“That’s it, unedited genes—perhaps this is what Yun Jiarun…the former mother god’s creation.”

“This gene sequence can only give birth to female insectoids and sub-male insectoids when combined with the imperial male insectoids, and can’t give birth to male insectoids. The skin color of the very few surviving mixed-race species is gray-white, and they are also slightly different in appearance from the imperial female insectoids and sub-male insectoids. In comparison, their genes can’t create a strong body strength, but—they are very stable. Excluding external factors, their lifespan can reach about 120-150 years, which is about 1.5 times longer than that of the imperial female insectoids and sub-male insectoids of the same level who suffer from pheromone collapse syndrome.”

Colean didn’t need to say more, Serra was immersed in gene research, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth and said:

“This is the breakthrough we have been looking for, the source of overcoming pheromone collapse syndrome. I need to restart the investigation of the Imperial Research Institute, including the brain-controlled female insectoids and sub-male insectoids technology that Colean mentioned, which probably comes from the Imperial Research Institute. At the same time—we must find the ‘Fallen Species’ community and survivors. They are the power we need to unite, and also the key to opening the genetic map of the imperial Chong race.”

“I will set off soon to go to the border star and join the Dawn Organization’s action—” Serra stumbled, and then added: “If you allow it, professor.”

Colean hung up the communication, and soon after, he threw an encrypted coordinate, and Serra breathed a sigh of relief.

*

After corresponding with Sison, who was far away on an affiliated planet, Serra reallocated the existing resources of the Duke’s Mansion. He had secretly dealt with many dying industries before in order to secure working capital for the production of bracelets and the construction and maintenance of the bracelet network. Now he began to deal with the remaining industries, trying to prepare more necessities for future battles.

This would be fraught with difficulties under the surveillance of the royal family and the church, but Serra’s support for the Fourth Army was out in the open and could be used as a disguise, while more sensitive strategic materials were obtained through Colean’s rebel army and pirate smuggling.

After arranging all this, Serra knew in his heart that the time for him and Edwin to separate temporarily was not far away. As the actual power holder of the Fourth Army, Edwin couldn’t leave the border defense, while he had to return to the political vortex of the Capital Star to lie dormant in secret, so he had to find a way to contact the rebel army.

The thought of separation made the young male insectoid feel anxious and worried. He frowned and opened the bracelet network to divert his attention.

Several days had passed since Edwin’s inauguration speech. The information on the bracelet network was mixed, but Edwin’s photos, videos, and Yun Jiarun’s songs were enduring on the Internet.

As he had said, words, music, and art had no borders and directly affected the soul. They were far superior to all technology and physical strength in the spiritual realm. Now, the reaction of the imperial female insectoids and sub-male insectoids once again confirmed this point. Unlike Edwin, who was overly worried about Serra, Serra didn’t browse those messages that slandered him or muddied the waters. He only paid attention to those souls that were awakening.

He heard them singing.

The timid ones were repeating the lyrics of the mother god in writing, secretly vowing that they would look up—looking for the omen of the stars connecting in a line. The bolder ones secretly sang along with the mother god, posting the audio or blurry videos online—at that moment, the tiny souls scattered throughout the universe were connected together by the same rhythm. Voices of different pitches sang the same song, like scattered water droplets merging into the tide, and the tree bees leaving the nest receiving the will of the hive. Everything was both small and grand.

Serra’s eyes were slightly sore, he knew that Yun Jiarun had done it—she connected them with a song, and awakened their long-dormant souls with a song.

What Serra didn’t expect was that Edwin and the Fourth Army had also become the standard and anchor for female insectoids and sub-male insectoids. Countless people openly expressed their wish to join the Fourth Army and follow Edwin, and Edwin’s pictures were set as their avatars or background walls. How many conservatives slandered him for his sinister and daring actions against male insectoids, there were that many Chong race people who regarded him as a rising flag.

They were fed up with this kind of life, they wanted to live boldly like Edwin. They wanted to fight for something valuable like the female soldiers.

The Chong Empire’s years of news blockade and ideological control had been completely broken.

Serra browsed the bracelet network for a long time, until his eyes were sore, before slowly closing the virtual page. Now, he knew that he didn’t need to post to guide discussions or muddy the waters. Although the power of the group was blind, as long as it was guided correctly, it was also unlimited. Enough female insectoids and sub-male insectoids had established a connection with the world through the bracelet network, and they also glimpsed the society and country they wanted. The brave among them would work hard for this, and Serra, this insignificant guide, could already retire successfully.

Quietly opening the door to the bedroom, Serra carefully approached Edwin. He knew the female insectoid too well, knowing that the usual sleep time for female insectoids was six hours, and now it was almost time for him to wake up. The garrison’s border star was short of resources, so he could only order Xiao An to prepare nutrient injections and energy fluids, and then couldn’t control himself and guarded Edwin’s bedside.

“System,”

In a silence, he called out to the system in his mind. Not long after, the system’s slightly resentful maiden voice went online:

“Yo, finally remembered that you still have a system, and a sys, tem, task?”

The last few words were said with a bit of gnashing of teeth. Serra thought that the system’s emotional expression ability was getting more and more exquisite. It seemed that with the increase of interaction with the host and being tortured more, it was almost impossible to hear any mechanical sense.

“Of course I didn’t forget you, my mission is also in progress, don’t worry.” Serra’s tone was gentle, with a reliable and guiding meaning, but unfortunately, the seasoned system didn’t buy it:

“Hehe.”

The system’s disdain was declared: “Edwin is joining the rebel army, not the imperial army, and shouldn’t be marked by male insectoids.”

Serra was a little guilty, but not much. He was about to say something to fool the system and squeeze out some news about the “Fallen Species” from the system, but Edwin’s eyelashes trembled slightly, a thin layer of blush covered his fair face, and his eyebrows also furrowed slightly.

Seeing that he was about to wake up, Serra’s mind had already flown to Edwin, how could he remember the system. The male insectoid’s face was filled with dripping tenderness, and he gently climbed onto Edwin’s bedside, reaching out and gently patting Edwin’s shoulder:

“Sleep a little longer, it’s not dawn yet.”

Following the familiar yet unfamiliar voice, the female insectoid’s eyes opened blankly. In the half-dream, half-awake moment, in the familiar and warm environment that made Edwin feel strange, his defenses were lowered to the lowest, and the male insectoid’s hand on his shoulder was gentle and had an irresistible suction, the cruel world became dazed and hazy, full of promised security.

Like a nest, like a home.

The unconscious female insectoid tilted his head in a daze, rubbing his cheek against the male insectoid’s wrist with dependence. His fair fingers loosely grabbed Serra’s forearm, as if wanting to seek closeness, and a light hum of a large feline animal came from his nose.

Even though this little sound was fleeting, Serra couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned over to hug his female insectoid. In this brief moment, he had completely understood.