MCDWTBS Chapter 32
by VolareSerra also wore a bracelet, no different from those the Duke Noah’s companies compensated other female and sub-male insectoids with.
His bracelet also didn’t have any more sophisticated or advanced configurations; it simply authenticated a system account on the network and published the teaching courses Serra had once configured for the sub-males and females in the Duke’s Mansion, from literacy to simple philosophy, sociology, and some knowledge of other subjects.
His account had a considerable amount of attention, but the vast majority of females and sub-males, besides viewing, did not leave any comments. This was also within Serra’s expectations. He didn’t want to receive praise from females and sub-males, or expose his identity. The initial purpose of this semi-official account was to help uneducated insectoids as much as possible.
Bloody oppression, genetic tampering and compilation, and the brainwashing of the church were all methods used by male insectoids to control females and sub-males, but Serra, as a more experienced Earthling, would not ignore the influence of education and culture. Knowledge has always been a form of hegemony, and the power elite of Earth have never ceased their monopoly on knowledge. As a university teacher, Serra knew the decisive influence of education. He carefully considered his every teaching to his students, trying to instill advanced and correct ideas, and doing his duty as a teacher.
After transmigrating to the insectoid world, he couldn’t change his habit of teaching and educating people for a while. He used this account to carefully feed females and sub-males with correct knowledge. Even the simplest words and example sentences were carefully edited by him, cautiously changing all the oppressive and harmful content, and trying his best to help them establish a complete sense of self-awareness, self-respect, and self-love.
Even if no sub-males or females interacted with him.
At this moment, Serra was enveloped by emotions of heartache and self-blame, and extreme anxiety left him nowhere to vent. The tentacles behind him densely filled all the space, and the terrifying darkness swallowed all the light, leaving only the bracelet in front of the young male master emitting a faint glow.
Females and sub-males simply don’t know what their fate is. They are kept in the dark like Edwin. Throughout their lives, they cannot escape from their pre-set fate, and they are completely unaware of this!
They are waiting to die, like cicadas being smothered to death in the height of summer after seventeen years of waiting in darkness. Their short and pathetic lives have no way out. What is the meaning of all this?
Many of them try their best to escape this quagmire, Ax, Edwin, Ilott, Crison… each of them is dazzling, but each of them is dragged into the abyss by irresistible forces, like puppets all their lives, just insignificant decorations in the designer’s hands.
Who is so vicious to have designed all this? Who exactly compiled the genes of sub-males and females, so that life from the beginning is reduced to a tool and a toy? This is a heinous crime against humanity and against life!
A pair of amber pupils in Serra’s eyes revealed extremely deep hatred.
He will definitely find out the culprit, even if it happened thousands of years ago, even if he may never really get an answer, but he will never give up.
How can he save Edwin?
A tear fell, and the young male master wiped it away in a fit of pique. In his blurred, tearful eyes, he typed a paragraph of text:
【My male parent has Pheromone Deficiency Syndrome, and he can’t hold on anymore. And I am a larva who can’t do anything. I can’t give him a male insectoid mark, nor can I give him pheromones.
He said today that he wants to exchange extreme pain for seven years of time, and I can’t bear him to endure such pain! It’s all my fault. If I could be more useful, if I could solve his pain sooner, he wouldn’t have to endure this!
What should I do, what should I do?
Strange friend, I don’t know if you will see my nonsense, maybe it disturbs you, maybe it causes your discomfort. I express my deep apology for this, but I have nowhere to tell my anxiety.
I am not my male parent’s biological cub. When I saw him, he was already scarred. He used to be an extremely dazzling insect, even when we met, he had already lost all the glory he had worked so hard for and was forced to become an appendage of a paralyzed male insectoid, but he was still stunningly beautiful. I approached him with a purpose, drawing warmth from his destitute body and soul. I gave him a little tenderness, trying to exchange for a love he couldn’t understand.
But before I realized it, I was already hopelessly craving him, already helplessly addicted to him.
In order to keep him by my side, I did a lot of stupid things, but I have no regrets except for the parts that hurt him.
Because of Pheromone Deficiency Syndrome, he is in pain every day. He used to be a dazzling guiding star on the imperial battlefield. He fought for the insectoids and provided shelter for his compatriots. He also had moments of being fooled and deceived, but he is still the most tenacious existence I have ever seen. He left the battlefield with wounds and honors, but what he got in return was a cage and hell. He is weakening every day, and I can’t find any way to cure him.
This society has a chronic disease that deprives females and sub-males of all ways out. Perhaps many insects don’t agree with me, or think I am another blasphemer spreading vicious rumors, but I don’t care what you call me.
You can cover your eyes and ears, you can beg at the feet of male insectoids for a bloody punishment and non-existent tenderness, you can pray devoutly in front of the holy image, and pray for the forgiveness of the Mother Goddess and the Church.
But I hope you don’t try to cover the mouths of your compatriots.
You are used to hearing the admonitions of male insectoids and the teachings of the church, can you still hear the voices of your compatriots? Do you remember the females and sub-males who live with you day and night, or are far away, the way they tell stories and sing? Do you remember the female and sub-male insectoid cubs in your arms, their extinguished sobs, their tears of punishment?
Do you remember your male parent, his weakness and numbness, his pain and fatigue?
All the misfortunes inflicted on my male parent, the Pheromone Deficiency Syndrome that torments all females and sub-males, they should not exist. I will definitely find a way out, I will definitely change all this.
I can’t lose my male parent.
This world is terrible, so terrible that survival is more painful than death. Even if he is as strong as my male parent, he has wanted to give up several times. I used to be angry about this, even blaming his ruthlessness, but when I really saw all this, I could never be as brave as him.
But in order to protect him, I can do anything. I only pray that he gives me a little more time.
Strange friend, I greet you and wish you peace. All compatriots who are suffering from Pheromone Deficiency Syndrome, I ask you to persevere a little longer, because some insectoids have not given up and still want a result.】
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Relying on the anger in his heart, Serra wrote this passage that was too radical for females and sub-males. For females and sub-males who have been deeply brainwashed by the church and oppressed by male insectoids, these remarks are tantamount to burying a time bomb in their hearts. If Serra were more calm, he would never make such a radical voice now.
Crison’s information capture system may not be completely without loopholes. If the push mechanism allows females or sub-males who have been deeply poisoned by the church to see this content, they may report it to the church and the male insectoids. At that time, the evidence in their bracelets will be automatically destroyed by the system, and it will not cause any loss to other insects, but they themselves will definitely be punished for disturbing the actions of the male insectoids.
Serra should be more steady, but he desperately needed an outlet. He wanted more females and sub-males to know that he had not given up on the research on Pheromone Deficiency Syndrome. He wanted those sub-males and females to know that as long as they persevered a little longer, they might see hope.
He wanted Edwin and all the females and sub-males in Edwin’s situation to know that now is not the time to give up hope.
Words are a good outlet for venting emotions. After sending this diary-like text, Serra gradually calmed down. He put away most of his tentacles, leaving only two tentacles to pass through the wall to accompany Edwin in the next suite, while he slowly walked towards the workbench.
Another sleepless night.
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The next day, Serra yawned with dark circles under his eyes and woke up from his immersed work state. Like a wandering soul, he floated out of the studio, ready to go to the small kitchen to prepare breakfast.
His tentacles fed back that Edwin had fallen into a passive sleep. He was getting weaker day by day, which made Serra even more worried, wishing he could comply with all of Edwin’s requests, and when he couldn’t do that, he hated himself more than anyone else.
He should have given Edwin everything he wanted, but he refused Edwin and made him sad.
Serra lowered his head in frustration, waving his tentacles in the kitchen with a clatter, pushing the robot Xiao An, who wanted to help, aside. He thought he would apologize to Edwin later for his gaffe last night because of his incompetence.
Breakfast was quickly prepared, but Edwin still showed no sign of waking up. Serra asked the robot to lock in the freshness and keep the food warm, standing expectantly in front of the medical bay waiting for Edwin to wake up.
But at this moment, his bracelet was constantly emitting a faint light. Serra looked down at it for a long time with dark circles under his eyes, and then remembered the content he had posted when his mind was unstable last night.
He felt a chill in his heart and immediately wanted to delete the content that excessively exposed his emotions. Although he is as useless and loves to cry as a cub now and cannot control his emotions, he is essentially an adult who does not want to trouble others. How could he be embarrassed to throw a tantrum in a public environment and show his temporary weakness and Edwin’s weakness?
He is not really a child or a novelist. For the current level of thought and acceptance of females and sub-males, any form of creation and art may be too advanced for them, at least Serra thinks so.
But when he opened his bracelet, he surprisingly saw countless emerging replies, and the interactions with females and sub-males that he had always wanted to encourage appeared under his post.
The number of comments was still increasing rapidly. The usually taciturn females and sub-males, who seemed unable to express themselves, were now quickly and frantically following up.
Serra’s sleepy eyes widened in surprise.