The failed hero (from the attacker's perspective)

"Males are the supreme treasure of the Zerg." Countless Zergs have said this to Alred since he was born.

Really? From within the insect egg, a dazzling light glimpsed the outside world, where male insect eggs of varying spiritual powers were displayed, like a giant garbage sorting station. There were no supreme treasures, only sorted items that were still useful.

The gifted Alred quickly stood out in both theoretical and practical classes. More and more insects gathered around him. With his extremely sensitive mental power, he could not sense any emotions in their mental sea. The insects around him were like programmed robotic insects - waiting for him to become something.

Only at this moment did he realize that there was an invisible insect shell covering him. He had been following the route planned by other insects and had never really broken through the hard shell of the incubation period.

But if he deviates from the established route, he will only be a lone sail lost in the storm. What should he do? What can he do? What is the meaning of being born here?

Alred was confused for a while. When he looked at the insects around him again, he seemed to have placed himself outside of the environment and could no longer fit in.

"Male father, can I go meet my female father?" This was the first time Alred made a request to his insect. Young insects were basically raised by their female fathers, and male insects rarely had a sense of family belonging. But he was different. He had never seen his female father since he was born.

Xiong's father sat on the sofa, looking down at him with his eyes like pigeon blood gems, and tapping the armrest with his slender fingers from time to time. Perhaps he was thinking of something happy, and suddenly he showed an ambiguous smile.

His father drove the spaceship and took him to a planet far away from the main star, and finally stopped in front of the gate of a small villa. The light inside was dim, probably because some insect deliberately drew the curtains to block the sunlight. The male insect stood at the door and leaned against the door frame, with no intention of going in.

Alred glanced at his father behind him, then shifted his gaze back to the front, walking step by step, his tiny spiritual tentacles trembling excitedly like seaweed in his childhood.

Even though there was some distance between them, he could quickly sense the position of his female father. He straightened the folds of his clothes and trotted over. His female father was half-kneeling on the floor with his back to him, his taut and arched back trembling slightly. The fishy and salty smell of rust became clearer as he got closer.

"Female...female father." Alred swallowed nervously, his voice trembling unconsciously. He patted the female insect's shoulder and called out.

The female insect turned around slowly, and then the fear that came over her covered the thin thread of her mind. This was the first time she had been exposed to such a strong negative emotion. Her mental strength, which had not yet fully grown, could not withstand the huge pressure, and she vomited blood.

The cut in the female father's abdomen was like a bloody swamp, pushing him into the suffocating state and reshaping him into a primitive insect egg.

Alred was in a complicated mood. Although he was smiling, tears flowed silently until they reached the corners of his mouth and he tasted a faint salty taste. He then wiped them away with his sleeves. He stood there, silently watching his female father pick up the dagger and stab him.

"See? You are just a burden, let's go." Suddenly a force pulled him backwards, and his father Daryl appeared behind him at some point, hooking the back of his collar with his mental tentacles.

Qiao Nan felt as if he had seen a flood and a beast, his hands suddenly became weak, and the dagger was snatched away by the male insect's mental tentacles. Daryl sneered and tied Alred up and left.

His world was only gray, and the other insects were just shadows cast on the ground. No matter how hard he tried to pay attention to them, they would always blend into the filter of the world. From that day on, Alred only dared to secretly visit his female father in the corner, only to find that he was also a shadow in his insect world.

On the day of his coming of age, Alred finally understood what the bugs were waiting for him to become. At the coming-of-age ceremony, the interstellar commander handed him the insignia and guided and assisted him in becoming the new commander.

He was not concerned about the pursuit of fame and fortune, but used his identity to find out about his female father. He imagined countless cruel realities, but what he could not accept was that he was also an indirect murderer.

Alred clutched the files and threw them in Daryl's face in a state of panic. He was extremely disappointed with his once role model father. "You actually deceived my father just because he had the blood of the Ancient Insect Mother. You turned him into a reproductive tool for your family's struggle for power. You ruined him..."

He watched his father walking towards him calmly, without even a hint of guilt, and the next second, he felt a burning pain on the side of his face.

"Do you think you are so noble?"

Alred stroked the red slap mark on his cheek, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooping to hide the emotions in his eyes.

Perhaps his actions attracted the attention of his family. On the next day, the spaceship suddenly malfunctioned and exploded, and he escaped by using time and space jump.

He had never expected to encounter a bug like Mu Xiao. The other party's pure and sincere attitude and approach without any purpose almost attracted him.

But Mu Xiao treats all insects the same, as if they do not belong to any insect alone, nor to him.

At the bottom of the signal base station, Alred stood on the barren land, trying his best to see Mu Xiao's movements clearly, but there were only vague color clusters. A sudden uneasiness swept through his exhausted spiritual sea, and he inexplicably found that if the female insect returned to the barren planet, her life would be in danger.

"Let's go." Mu Xiao interrupted his distraction, held his shoulders and led him forward.

As soon as Alred stepped into the space-time rift, he sensed that this was a space-time jump. There had never been a female Zerg in the history of the Zerg who could use this ability.

"It's finally here."

A smiling voice suddenly appeared, and he felt it was strangely familiar. He thought it might be the dead male insect named Morse.

His almost blind eyesight made him anxious and nervous, not knowing what was happening or what would happen.

"Let's go."

Alred touched the mental power simulation bracelet on his wrist and whispered, "Let's go."

After he finished speaking, he clamped Mu Xiao's forearm with his backhand, closed his eyes, and the bracelet faintly flashed with light, and finally gradually enlarged, covering the crack in space and time.

"Oh no, he's going to stop..."

Morse didn't finish his words and there was no further news.

The cracks in space and time twisted and turbulent, like snow rolling down from the top of a snowy mountain, causing the mountain to tremble along with it.

Alred's eyes suddenly brightened. He saw the insect he longed for, and his eyes widened in disbelief, his beautiful dark green pupils becoming unfocused.

His vision soon fell into chaos again. He trembled and hugged Mu Xiao's cold body, his ears pressed against his lips again and again. There was no sound of breathing...

How could this happen… How could this happen… Is this because he forcibly destroyed the time and space jump?

The memories of his larvae kept overlapping with the memories of his time with Mu Xiao. The knife-like heartache made him unable to straighten his back. He breathed in big gulps, his chest heaving violently. The pain covered his mouth and nose, trying to pull him into suffocation.

A fishy and sweet taste surged in his throat, and he vomited blood under the heavy burden.

The world that Alred saw clearly again suddenly became dim. At this moment, he could not even feel himself. The curtains were drawn tightly, the doors and windows were locked, and the room without sunlight was the only place where he could breathe.

The dull thud of leather boots on the floor grew clearer. Doors swung open from both the outside and the inside, countless lights vying to fill the dark room. The owner of the pigeon-blood eyes he inherited stared at him with folded arms, a sarcastic smile curling the corners of his lips. "So? Even if you wish to cleanse your tainted bloodline, it's not just the family you despise that might help you seek revenge."