Chapter 63 I'm just a secondary personality. Melville suddenly stopped...

Melville stopped in his tracks. He had assumed the two children were in love, but it seemed... that things weren't as he thought.

Did Little Murphy forcibly steal his female insect?

Melville belatedly began to realize the shock.

Considering Hawthorne's personality in matters of the heart, Melville was somewhat troubled. If Hawthorne were in this situation, he probably wouldn't let it go easily either.

Although he is the male parent of Murphy by blood, the two insects have not even formally recognized each other yet, and he is not the kind of insect who would put on airs as a male parent and discipline his child.

Therefore, let the children handle their own affairs.

Melville fell silent.

...It's all Hawthorne's fault.

The conversation inside continued.

"What does it matter, honey? He's just a child. If you like, of course you can keep him."

Murphy leaned over, took Attia's hand, and looked into his eyes with a pleased smile, stroking and playing with each hair as if he didn't care about what Attia said at all.

Lovin, who was standing at the door hesitating, was stunned. He thought the matter was already explosive enough, but his brother's answer was even more explosive.

Lovein's Pain Mask, brother, it seems your female lord doesn't mean that.

Atia felt somewhat expected by Mephiel's words, and he looked at Mephiel with his crimson eyes.

“It’s not just about the child. I already have a master, and I can’t accept you anymore.”

Murphy spoke at a steady pace, and even the rhythm of his voice was as light and cheerful as ever.

"Ah...is that so?"

"You really like him? Then... how about I make him into a collectible and put it by my bedside?"

Atiyah was speechless, unable to utter a word.

Her right hand, which was holding his hand, wrapped tightly around him, while her left hand had somehow wrapped around his waist, constantly rubbing against his lower back, a sensitive area that almost made him tremble.

Atiyah couldn't help but reach out and grasp the mischievous hand.

Atia didn't understand why, even though he had been so direct, he still felt like he couldn't escape it at all.

On the battlefield, he could see any flaw and find any opportunity for victory, but he could never see through or figure out Murphy.

Atia looked at Mephiel, gazing into those dark, gold-patterned eyes.

"What...do you like about me? My face? But I don't look like that."

Atia removed the virtual effects from her face, revealing a slightly altered, more sharp and cold expression. Her eyes became more upturned, her features softened, and a beautiful cupid's bow appeared on her thin lips, making her look exquisite and beautiful overall.

Atia continued, "Or do you like my personality? But I'm just a secondary insect personality; the main insect in this body isn't me, do you understand?"

"I will fall into a deep sleep once he wakes up."

What Atia didn't say was that after this period of slumber, he didn't plan to wake up again. The main insectoid would live well, and he wouldn't come out to disturb him again.

He didn't want his own affairs to affect the main insect's feelings. He came here for revenge and to save his friends. After he finished everything, he should return to the beginning. His insect life was over, and he didn't covet the insect life that didn't belong to him.

He's just... a secondary insectoid?

Atiyah's words elicited a barely perceptible look of unease and surprise from Murphy, followed by the delight of unpacking a perfectly sealed gift box.

Atiyah saw the corners of Morpheus's mouth suddenly widen, his face radiating genuine, undisguised joy. He said in his light, magnetic voice, "Baby, I suddenly realize I love you even more. We're a match made in heaven!"

"you……"

Atia's eyes widened slightly, and the bewilderment in his crimson pupils softened the sharpness on his face. He hadn't expected that his honesty would elicit such an answer.

Atiyah didn't understand, he really didn't understand.

Does he like him more because he's a secondary insect type? What kind of strange fetish is that?

...

"Father, could you take little Lovin away from here first? What I'm about to discuss might not be suitable for him to hear."

Melville blinked slightly, and a clear voice suddenly appeared in his mind—it was Little Murphy's voice.

Before Melville could even process the fact that young Murphy had called him "father," he noticed that the slightly ajar door in front of him had been tightly shut at some point, and not a sound could be heard coming from inside.

Because of Hawthorne, Melville, a veteran of countless battles, immediately figured out what was happening inside.

He coughed instinctively.

"Ahem, Lovin, go to my room and call my father to let him know you're safe."

"Huh?" Lovin was pulled away by his female father, confused. Wasn't it said that communication was impossible these past two days due to magnetic field issues?

He walked and looked back, his mind filled with thoughts of his brother's disastrous marriage, and what if his brother's girlfriend didn't want him anymore?

If he kneels down with his brother, can he bring his brother's empress back down?

Murphy had no idea about his silly younger brother's thought process, and he was in a good mood.

Hmm, the surprised little butterfly is also very cute.

But there will still be punishment for sneaking away.

Murphy chuckled softly, and cool, slippery tentacles emerged from his body, meandering up Atia's ankle. The cool temperature touched the warm skin, instantly making the insect want to shrink back. However, the tentacles were tightly wrapped around it, and the slightest struggle only made the sensation more acute, making the rubbing and sucking of the tiny suckers even more unbearable.

Murphy held Attia's hand firmly above his head, then pressed his entire insect down onto the medical bay's canopy, leaned down and pressed his lips to Attia's, sucking and caressing them. It wasn't long before those thin lips swelled slightly.

Soon, Murphy was no longer satisfied with these, and instead pried open the lips and teeth to invade inside, holding the slightly evasive tongue tip and licking and playing with it, then surveying the territory inch by inch and taking away the saliva in the greenhouse.

The sucking on the legs, the caressing on the waist, the licking on the lips—almost every sensitive spot was under the control of the other insect.

Atia struggled and trembled, but could not offer any resistance other than flirtatious, minor rubbing.

"Ugh...no..."

After an unknown amount of time, her lips and tongue became numb to the point of almost being unable to feel anything, the air in her body gradually ran out, and her body lost its strength and gradually went limp, leaving her completely under the control of the male insect.

"Huff... huff..."

After an unknown amount of time, Atia, who was struggling to breathe, was finally released.

"Sweetie, don't sneak away again, or I'll be upset~ If I'm upset, I'll want to feed you something else~"

Murphy's long, slender fingers traced circles on Atia's waist and abdomen, causing Atia, who was still sensitive and not yet recovered, to tremble slightly.

Atia glared fiercely at Morpheus with his reddish pupils, but his expression at that moment couldn't convey any of his ferocity; it only made the insects want to bully him even more.

...

Melville led Lovin back to his room, and after a long pause to process what he had just done, he finally turned on his personal terminal and sent a message to Hawthorne.

After several days of sailing, the magnetic field created by the shell explosions gradually weakened, and he estimated that he should be able to make communications now. In addition to letting Lowein know he was safe, he also had to remind Hawthorne to be careful of Loxes.

That Loxis was able to switch identities and alter his perceptions overnight, so he must possess extraordinary power.

"Beep beep beep—"

"Beep beep beep—"

However, after making several calls, the calls went through normally, but a large red X appeared on the computer screen, indicating that the other party had no signal.

Melville's expression turned serious.

There is no place in the entire empire without a signal. Has something happened to Hawthorne?

Melville frowned.

"Female father? What's wrong?"

Lovin was still struggling with his words. He hadn't seen his father for so long and had suffered such a big setback at the hands of another insect. His father would definitely laugh at him.

But after repeatedly failing to get through, the father-in-law's expression turned grim, and Lovin began to worry.

Melville didn't hide anything: "Your father's communications have been showing no signal."

Lovin was very surprised. "No signal? How is that possible? Isn't our father on the Imperial Capital? In the Empire, apart from places that are currently undergoing black hole jumps, there is no place without a signal."

That is why Melville was worried.

"Hmm, I suspect the live news from this battlefield has already reached the Empire. Loxsis has probably already taken action. I'm worried..."

Lovin immediately tensed up, "Could something have happened to Father? Let's go back right away."

"Well, let's discuss it with your brother later."

...

Nehemiah, due to severe blood loss and cosmic radiation, would likely not survive more than a few days even if admitted to a treatment ward.

With the Federation army leaderless and another S-class male insect, Lord Murphy, missing, the Federation military was plunged into unprecedented chaos.

Just as the commanders of the major legions were holding a joint meeting, all the major legions within the second ring of the Federation reported being attacked. In less than half a day, news came that they had been breached. The rebel legions were unstoppable and were now attacking the major legions in the first ring.

It turns out that Atia used himself to lure Nehemiah into leading a large force to besiege the planet, while he secretly arranged for a large force to launch a surprise attack on the Federation's central star overnight. It is likely that the other legions within the second ring have already been defeated one by one, but they were controlled too quickly, and no news had been sent out before.

The alarm bells of a surprise attack rang out in almost every ear of the insects in the joint meeting room, and the room where the discussion had been going on was suddenly silent.

"What do you all think about this?"

"Alas, as expected, their fate has run its course."

“I don’t think there’s any need to put up a fight anymore. We fought before because we were ordered by Nehemiah, but now he’s almost gone. Besides, the rebels are fighting under the banner of restoring the female insects’ living space and punishing the tyrannical male insects. We are all female insects, so it doesn’t sound bad.”

“That’s right. Those insects who blindly follow Nehemiah have all joined him in the attack. We neutrals are dispensable anyway, and there’s no need for us to insist on Nehemiah’s rule.”

"How many brothers have died under this distorted and ridiculous federal system? Now that we finally have a chance to change things, why don't we give it a try?"

"His Majesty the King Worm's return is what everyone wants. Since His Majesty the King Worm supports the rebel army, they are the rightful rulers. It is only right and proper for us to pledge our loyalty to His Majesty the King Worm."

"That's what I think too. Judging from His Majesty the King Insect's attitude towards that female insect leader, our living environment as female insects might improve. Isn't that how the Empire operates?"

...

"But I always felt that the female insect leader's tactics were very familiar, as if I had been beaten up before."

"Don't you think he looks a lot like an insect?"

"Attia? Although the face doesn't seem quite the same, the tactics are so similar that it's hard not to make the connection with the insect."

“I always felt it was him. There are many unexpected generals who have emerged in the Federation, but only he has left a deep impression on the insects.”

"Alas, we old insects really have to make way for the young ones. I hope that His Majesty the Insect King's return will truly usher in a new era..."

After a night of discussion, the Federation Legion issued a joint statement welcoming His Majesty the King Worm to lead the Revolutionary Legion to take over the Central Star.

They cleverly used the reference to His Majesty the King Insect in their statement, making their submission seem justifiable and beyond reproach.

As expected, there wasn't much of a reaction on the StarNet. Most of the female insects were even cheering. If His Majesty the King Insect chose to take over the Federation, wouldn't the Empire be inferior to them? Moreover, His Majesty the King Insect supported the Revolutionary Legion, which was working for the benefit of the female insects. Wouldn't their lives be a little better?

The issue only stirred up a considerable ripple in the male insect forum. Many ruthless male insects were filled with apprehension. One of the main slogans of the rebel group was to punish tyrannical male insects. If they became the rulers, what would happen to them? Would they really be thrown into prison?

"Don't worry, His Majesty the Insect King is also a male insect, and he certainly won't tolerate those lowly females doing this. Doesn't His Majesty the Insect King's status as a male insect declare that we male insects are the most precious?"

"Exactly, eat and drink as you please, what's there to be afraid of? We're males, after all."

"At worst, we can run to the Empire. As long as we are male insects, we will never have to worry about where to go."

...

The sweeping reforms of the Federation did not significantly impact the lives of the Imperial Zerg. In fact, the war videos were now only owned by a small number of upper-class Zerg in the Empire, while the lower-class Zerg had hardly heard of any internal strife within the Federation.

The Imperial Palace has been unusually quiet these past few days.

Ohmu... He's actually an Ohmu...

Is this the chosen one, the darling of Heaven?

Loxsis stood in the garden, looking up at the sky, his face unusually devoid of its usual gentle, almost mechanical curve.

All that he could never reach in his entire life was something that other insects could easily obtain.

To achieve everything he has today, he changed his appearance, his name, and his personality, attempting to become another insect. But in the end, it was all for nothing?

...

He was born on a very dilapidated and small planet, which was covered by haze all year round. Many things would fall from the sky from time to time. He was small, so he could only rummage through the debris after the other insects had finished picking it up, trying to pick up something edible to stuff into his mouth.

He was so hungry that he hadn't had a full meal since the old female insect that had raised him died.

He drifted through life in a daze, able to fill his stomach for a day if he found food, and going hungry if he didn't.

He still remembers that day when he was discovered by a group of insects who claimed to be from the Federation military. They said he was a noble male insect and wanted to go with them to the central star to live a life of luxury.

He knew nothing about it, but he agreed immediately.

It wasn't until he went outside that he realized there could be sunshine during the day, and that it only rained and snowed, not rained trash.

The house here is big and warm, he will never go hungry again, and he has made many good friends. He is very happy.

However, this happiness did not last long. He received his so-called pheromone level test result, which was F-level. He had only been there for a few days and did not understand. But when he saw his usually enthusiastic friends suddenly turn cold towards him, he later learned that F-level was the lowest level, a level that did not even have the ability to soothe. In short, he was a useless male insect.

On the garbage planet, he was a lowly garbage bug who couldn't get anything; here, he was the lowest-ranking waste bug.

He tried to ingratiate himself with his former friends, copying their style of dress and following them to various banquets.

Although he has always been a marginal figure, he is quite content.

One day, he suddenly had a stroke of good luck and was favored by an A-grade male insect. Once again, he was surrounded by many insects.

So he tried even harder to please the A-level male insect, and even got the opportunity to attend classes with him. Although he was just a little follower who carried his bag, he was very happy because the teacher was President Nehemiah, an S-level male insect.

It was the noblest male insect he had ever seen.

But President Nehmeya didn't even glance at him.

Ah, it was probably someone who glanced at him a little more, a somewhat surprised look, perhaps wondering why there would be a lowly F-grade male insect in his class.

He lived in a daze, his hands stained with so much blood that he couldn't even count it all.

In the end, he died too, because he had done too much for that A-grade male insect.

He was like a dog on the street; once he was no longer needed, he could be kicked away at will. After all, he was just a lowly F-rank, and no one would care if he died.

As if it were a cruel joke of fate, when he was on the verge of death, he was struck by good fortune again. A being claiming to be a system approached him, and he was given a new life and a noble status. Everything was so wonderful.

But now, all of this is about to be taken away by the insects.

After he could no longer earn points, even the system stopped speaking. This was his life; he would be discarded like trash by any insect.

Loxis stretched out his hand, and glistening snowflakes fell into his palm.

The snow came early this year.

"Your Highness, everything is ready."

"Let's begin then."

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Author's Note: Thank you AAA for the gift! *spins and jumps over to give me a kiss* [starry eyes][dog head with rose][heart eyes]