MCDWTBS Chapter 79

Chapter 79 “Teacher, he’s not Ax anymore…”

The insectoid race absolutely does not have a reputation for harmony and docility in the universe. This stems from the powerful combat effectiveness and fearless fighting will of the female insectoids.

But even the most fierce military insectoids, who are often criticized and disliked among male insectoids, mostly follow the orders of male insectoids without question. The vast majority of them have never resisted a single command from a male insectoid in their lives.

Female and sub-male insectoids serve male insectoids as if they were gods. This is not only due to centuries of brainwashing by the church, but also because the instinct to protect the nest and the instinct for survival and reproduction are etched into the genes of female and sub-male insectoids.

But now, faced with the threat of complete annihilation of their souls, even the most devout, timid, and cowardly female and sub-male insectoids can’t help but ask themselves:

“Must we continue to endure?”

Losing freedom, losing health, losing happiness, losing their voices. In the end, they are left only with the self imprisoned on a deserted island, and even that is not allowed. Then what?

If female and sub-male insectoids live devoutly enough, they can open the gates of the Hall of Glory, and their souls can find the legendary sanctuary, but—a manipulated walking corpse, an insectoid body that cannot even control what it does or thinks—how can they die, how can they live? Without even a soul, where can they go after death?

Endless questions bombarded the hearts of every female and sub-male insectoid like muffled thunder.

Even some of the usually high-ranking male insectoids were silenced by this. Not all male insectoids enjoy the company of machines—even if they try their best to suppress female and sub-male insectoids, they will talk to female and sub-male insectoids when they are lonely, and they will be afraid—if the bodies they touch in the future all become cold programs, and the difficulties and questions they raise only get mechanical responses, then are they slave owners holding the whip, or pets surrounded and kept by machines?

Most importantly—what about their young? Are their future compatriots to be born from mindless machines?

Is this the future of the insectoid race, or the future of programs and machines?

Now, even male insectoids cannot calmly face the shocking secrets about the royal family. Doubts, like snowflakes, are falling on the royal family and the ruler, Colean, and the situation is on the verge of breaking out.

At the same time, Serra received an invitation from Colean through the Highborn Court. The Golden Winged Royal Family summoned all noble male insectoids to discuss how to deal with the church under the wartime policy of the country.

Serra’s slender fingers turned the simple and crude letter paper, and his fingertips caressed the lines on the letter—all invitations were written and sent by Colean himself to express respect for the traditions and noble male insectoids.

Since Serra left the border defense of the Fourth Army, he had never seen Colean again. Even though Colean subtly targeted the hand ring network and undermined the emerging industry of the Noah family, he had never met Serra himself. Given Serra’s unfathomable power after his secondary development, Colean’s caution did not seem overly novel to him.

The mental energy of male insectoids is a high-dimensional power. Even though the insectoid race is particularly enthusiastic about interstellar warfare and the weapons are very destructive, the power of weapons and high-dimensional mental energy are not in the same system. The mental energy of most male insectoids is weak and limited. They only have two mental tendrils that are barely summoned from another dimension, and the maximum range of attack is less than twenty meters around them. But Serra is different.

Any insectoid who has learned about Serra’s power or watched Serra’s live broadcast knows that his power is not the same as that of ordinary insectoids. If Colean really summoned Serra repeatedly aimlessly and unscrupulously erased the power of the Duke Corvin’s Mansion behind his back, then he would really be out of his mind.

But now, after the secrets of the Royal Academy of Sciences have been made public, why does Colean dare to summon Serra again?

The idea of killing Colean in public is very tempting, Serra had to admit. The situation in the empire has changed a lot. If the young Serra of that year still needed the royal family to restrain the church, now he doesn’t think he needs Colean, this poisonous snake, lurking behind him anymore. Royal family, church, rebel army, army, extraterritorial alien forces, and the Duke’s Mansion… The current insectoid empire is truly a gilded ruin, with all forces eager to move and confront each other.

Not to mention the mysterious force that blew up the Royal Academy of Sciences, which has not yet come to the fore.

Serra vaguely felt that the insectoid who blew up the Royal Academy of Sciences was closely related to him. This was not to say that he had any connection with that force, he just instinctively felt that—this was done by a powerful male insectoid.

Yes, the insectoid race has countless weapons that can cause such great losses, but to commit crimes in the most confidential place of the royal family? It doesn’t seem like an intruder did it. The surrounding area of the incident is surrounded by a huge destructive magnetic field, and no insectoid or mechanical product can enter or exit so far. The royal family is secretive about the source of the magnetic field, and it is this silence that has intensified Serra’s suspicion.

Not to mention, based on Serra’s own personal experience, considering his two students who are still in a state of disrepair—Serra has many reasons to suspect that this was the work of one of his students.

By linking the keywords of research institute and male insectoid researchers… Serra could almost guess that this was done by Warren, the student who had a car accident with him on Earth.

Warren was the only one among them who was good at science and research, and he was extraordinarily outstanding. Not only was he selected from the juvenile class, but he also made significant achievements at a young age, won many scientific research funds, and was given a green light by the school and even the research institute.

But he had a fatal flaw, just like every genius is an apple that has been bitten—he has strong personality defects and autistic tendencies, and he is not good at cooperation and communication. Because he refused to share and give up his experimental results, he was squeezed out by his tutor. Soon, he lost all his genius halo under the targeting of the academic cliques, and became a reclusive, unknown student who almost lost his student status. Serra tried hard to communicate with him, and kept him to a certain extent silent at the school’s hearing to expel him, which barely saved his student status, but after that, everyone knew that Warren could no longer have a place in the academic world.

After transmigrating, Serra was also worried about Warren’s whereabouts. But frankly speaking, Warren was already the most survival-capable of all of them. Even if he was taciturn, his understanding of technology and machinery, as well as his intelligence, would become his best means of self-protection. Serra only thought that this student would use the privileges and status of male insectoid to shrink into a corner to do his own experiments and continue to live a reclusive life.

But if Serra’s guess is correct, the huge changes in this insectoid society are likely to come from his most taciturn student.

Thinking of this, Serra’s head hurt again. He didn’t think it was a good thing to let the insectoid who blew up the Royal Laboratory—whether it was Warren or not—continue to fight alone, but he also knew that the culprit who had caused such a big incident wanted to hide himself, and he must be powerless to do anything about it. Moreover, both he and Edwin still held obscure fantasies, fantasizing that Ax, who had survived nine deaths, could survive this explosion and reappear in the insectoid’s field of vision.

Serra knew that Edwin was eagerly looking for any clues about Marshal Ax. Even in any public occasion or in his private communication with Serra, he tried his best to conceal his pathetic hope—female insectoids are not good at indulging in vain hope, because they know that it is very likely the root of their death—but after witnessing the miracle of the Mother Goddess, hope has become more commonplace, something that female and sub-male insectoids cannot get rid of.

And Serra desperately wanted to help Edwin realize any of his wishes. He also used the power of the Duke’s Mansion and the rebel army to find the perpetrator of the explosion and the whereabouts of Ax, but it was almost like looking for a needle in a haystack. And Serra’s deeper taboo was that he had read Ax’s experimental report. Frankly speaking, after experiencing so many inhuman experiments with the purpose of torture and humiliation, Serra didn’t think Ax was still the original Ax.

Even if they finally miraculously found the surviving Ax, he didn’t think Ax could survive for long.

In addition to the admiration and regret for this insectoid hero, Serra was more concerned about the impact this would have on Edwin. Edwin is very tenacious, almost to the point of stubbornness. Even when he is at his most vulnerable, he appears very calm and pretends that everything is fine. But even Edwin wouldn’t be so tenacious as to face Ax’s death and collapse again.

Because even if Edwin never admits it, Ax is more like an adopted male parent to him. His loyalty, trust and dependence on Ax exceeded the feelings of ordinary subordinates for their superiors. Serra didn’t know if Edwin could bear Ax’s second, complete death.

He was more worried about Edwin than anything else.

Even so, he was still continuing to investigate and collect more information, trying to locate the perpetrator of this explosion. The chaotic political situation in the capital star gave him an excellent opportunity. Ilot finally tried his best to provide him with a list of male insectoid researchers in the institute—most of them died in that unprecedented explosion. No insectoid understood why Serra wanted this list, but Serra still suspected that one of them had completed this explosion.

Sure enough, when the name Warren Joshua came into view, Serra’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. And at this moment, his hand ring vibrated, and a strange communication application popped up.

Serra would usually be more cautious, but today he clicked on the communication as if possessed. A processed image was projected, unable to identify any physical features, accompanied by a young but gloomy voice:

“Teacher Lin, it’s me, Warren.”

Serra stood up from his work table, almost unable to suppress his excited emotions. Meeting an earthling in a foreign land was surprise enough, not to mention that this was still the student he was worried about. But Warren’s next words extinguished Serra’s urgent desire to reunite:

“Don’t come looking for me, teacher, I need to deal with some personal matters. I have an experimental subject in very poor condition next to me. When I have dealt with the problems on him, I will go back to find you. I hope the laboratory information I exposed is useful to you.”

“…” Serra’s hanging heart finally fell to the ground. He hesitated for a moment, and finally opened his mouth and asked: “Is it Ax? Warren, he was the marshal of the empire—the last female insectoid marshal, as far as I know. He is very important, he is very important to many insectoids, perhaps we can provide better medical conditions—”

“No. He is not.”

The voice on the other side suddenly became a little distorted, followed by a long silence. Serra pursed his lips, he knew that this student’s temper was not very good. His personality defects are as outstanding as his intelligence. In many cases, he is almost paranoid about the requirements of experimental results and perfection, and he lacks trust and courtesy in communicating with others.

And Serra didn’t expect that his sudden paranoia would actually be projected on Ax.

“Teacher, he is not Ax anymore. His memory is chaotic and his body is weak. He is just experimental subject 010, and he is also my only experimental subject at present. That’s all, he can’t become what those insectoids hope he will be, and he can’t let other insectoids see what he looks like now. That’s it, teacher.”

Warren finished speaking concisely, without giving Serra any time to speak. Serra was also silent for a moment. After careful consideration, he rubbed his dull aching forehead and slowed down his voice:

“Warren, thank you for telling me that you are safe. This is very important to me. Everything is going well on my side, Yun Jiarun and Fu Lan—now called Francis, the holy son of the church—have already contacted me. Mulin’s whereabouts are still unknown, but I hope he is safe and sound.”

“Regarding Marshal Ax, I am grateful to you for saving him. I think my male parent—and many other military female insectoids, will be grateful for your actions. You don’t want me to continue looking for you and cause you trouble. I respect your decision and judgment, but the teacher wants to confirm with you again, can you ensure your safety and the safety of Marshal Ax? Do you feel threatened? Do you need help?”

After Serra’s secondary development, his voice was almost as magnetic and steady as his former earth teacher. Shedding the youthfulness of a cub, he sounded trustworthy and reliable. Compared to the divine power of male insectoids, this was his innate ability.

His reason, composure, and extraordinary empathy were the divine power that his soul bestowed on him. It was the biggest reason why he attracted excellent and lost souls.

“I promise, teacher. I can fix him, I just need time.”

Sure enough, Warren’s voice calmed down. His answer was firm, with a bit of the arrogance unique to geniuses. He regarded the physical and mental damage that Marshal Ax had experienced as an experimental error. This sounded terrifyingly objectifying Ax, but it seemed a bit ridiculous because his original intention was kind.

Serra’s expression twisted for a moment. In his eyes, although Warren was only five or six years younger than him, Warren was still a child. At any time, he would not let a child with immature thoughts and personality defects like Warren take care of a patient like Ax who urgently needs sound care, but, the revolution is coming.

What he brings to Warren is not necessarily a guarantee of safety, but more likely a vortex of war.

“He is very important, Warren, not only as a banner, but also as a personal belief and emotional sustenance.” Serra repeated: “Your safety is also very important. You know that I am now under the spotlight of the royal family and the church, and every move may cause trouble for many insectoids, so I will not force anything. But Warren, you must be careful, take care of him and yourself, until the situation is clearer.”

“I know, teacher.”

Warren’s words were still short. Serra sighed helplessly, he knew that this student’s talent was all focused on logical thinking, and he knew almost nothing about emotions and communication. He didn’t force anything, and was about to say a few more words when he heard Warren add hesitantly:

“You have to protect yourself too, teacher. When I solve the errors in his program, I will take him to find you.”