Chapter 49 I Want You, Male Insect? Who is the male insect? Where is the male insect...?
Male insect? Who is the male insect? Where is the male insect?
This was Talos and Doris's first reaction.
So when they saw all eyes fixed on the single black-haired monster, their eyes widened and shrank, endless question marks popping into their heads. At the same time, something seemed to be stuck in their throats, unable to come up or down, making them unable to utter a sound.
The strange insect that not only stole their ship from the beginning but also oppressed all the insects on board to become servants was a male insect.
Is today April Fools' Day?
From top to bottom, left to right, inside to outside, how exactly does that black-haired monster resemble a male?
What led these insects to this absurd conclusion? Were their heads eaten away by the strange beast?
And shouldn't male insects be small, delicate, and fragile? This insect-shaped weapon, which is even more powerful than the female insect, is actually a precious male insect?
That's impossible! Absolutely impossible.
Talos and Doris shook their heads violently at the same time.
But at the same time, the image of the weak and cute male insect in their minds cracked open a little.
The black-haired worm did not answer immediately, but instead carefully treated the silver-haired worm's wounds until the tiny wounds disappeared at a visible speed, and the large wounds stopped bleeding and healed rapidly, growing new flesh.
The black-haired monster was finally satisfied.
He tilted his head and looked at Attia, a faint smile returning to his face. "Baby, are you worried about me?"
"But that doesn't make up for my anger just now."
The flavor is even stronger now.
This feeling of facing an unknown behemoth set off alarm bells in Atia's mind.
"roll."
Whether it was the black-haired monster deliberately letting him go, or the effect of his wounds healing, he felt the slowing effect on his body loosen, and almost instantly, he took several large steps back, escaping the range of the black-haired monster's aura.
But he didn't make another move, as it would be futile anyway. This strange insect was really strong. If all super-advanced male insects possessed this kind of power, then what about Nehmeya?
Since this insect is male, it certainly cannot be of any help. When it comes time to attack the central star, perhaps we should find another way.
"Big Bug, you're saying he's a male? How is that possible?"
The first to speak was Walsh, who was clearly surprised but relieved that the battle had finally come to a halt.
Atia resumed her expressionless demeanor. "His pheromones smelled nauseatingly strong."
He couldn't smell it much when he was on the central star, but it was particularly noticeable today. Especially after that strange power rendered him unable to move, he felt as if his whole body was enveloped by the scent of pheromones, as if they were trying to permeate him and make him their possession.
To his surprise, his words puzzled the other female insects present. Palmer regained his freedom of movement, carefully sensed the surroundings, and then said, "Big Insect, I didn't smell any pheromones on him."
Talos and Doris exchanged a glance and shook their heads as well.
Can't smell it?
Attia frowned.
In his view, the air around him was filled with the male insect's pheromones, and the feeling of its all-pervasive and invasive aura enveloped him from all directions, making him feel a chill just by standing there.
But at the beginning, the aura was not like that. Instead, it was clear and cool like spring water, which could instantly soothe any abnormal ripples in the mental domain. Upon closer inspection, this change should have occurred when the male insect expressed anger.
This male insect is really angry...
But why is he the only one who can smell the pheromones? Could it be that the main insect personality has some connection with this insect?
However, the one who was in contact with Mephiel was now accompanying Nehemiah on peace talks, and the reconnaissance team he sent couldn't possibly have made a mistake.
The black-haired monster at the center of the conversation didn't seem so surprised, and its voice regained its light and teasing tone, "Hey, baby, are we the legendary perfect match? I've never even felt my own pheromones before."
He didn't deny it?
Is he really a male?
For a male insect to leave its heavy protection and venture into the chaotic star sea is an extremely dangerous thing. However, for this gentleman, the danger should lie with the insects that accidentally wander into his path.
For example, them.
The two unlucky bugs, Talos and Doris.
Atia regained his composure and did not answer Morpheus's strange question, "Give Walsh back his insect core."
A cool night breeze swept through the alley, ruffling a corner of the cold, beautiful man's black trench coat. There were still traces of blood on his lips, which stood out against his silver hair and black clothes.
The black-haired doctor standing opposite him, with a relaxed posture, reached into his pocket and pulled out a crystal core that still glowed faintly. The gruesome wound on his hand had not been treated and was still bleeding, but he seemed oblivious to it.
The glaring blood and gruesome wounds made Atia frown instinctively.
The black-haired doctor held up the crystal core. "You mean this?"
Attiyah succinctly replied, "Give it to me."
However, under his gaze, the black-haired monster put the crystal core back into its pocket. "Baby, I'm not over it yet."
Atia wasn't surprised by his actions. The two insects had just fought, so it wouldn't be so easy for him to take something from him.
What do you want?
The black-haired monster seemed to have been waiting for him to say those words. He grinned, his eyes filled with pleasure, and said, word by word, "I want you."
"..." Silence fell over the air, and the few insects who were brainstorming silently turned their gazes over.
"Can."
Atia knew he meant exactly what he said, so why wouldn't he agree? And whether he would keep his word after receiving it was entirely up to him.
Bystander insects: ...
What kind of outrageous words are these? Is it appropriate for them to be standing here? Have they been in the chaotic star sea for too long? Are the male insect lords of today truly both powerful and daring?
Talos and Doris had no idea what their purpose was in being there. They were like two clueless geese, their job probably being... Huh? Holy crap?
If they had known this would happen, they wouldn't have come.
Atiyah didn't care what they thought. He got the crystal core as he wanted, carefully wiped it clean, and placed it in Walsh's hand, saying, "Don't let it out of your sight."
“The Great Worm…” Walsh looked at Attia with worry in his eyes. His worm core was nothing to the Great Worm.
Attiyah shook his head.
Atia never believed Mephiel from the beginning, even after Walshburn, the Worm whose core had been removed, came out and proved that he was alright, he still didn't believe it.
This kind of thing has happened before in his past life. The friend whose insect core was taken was laughing and joking with him the day before, and then rapidly decayed and died the next day, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
Despite all my precautions throughout my life, I never imagined that a friend would still repeat the same mistake.
Walsh said, "Worm, I'm really fine, don't worry."
Atiyah's eyes were like a cold pool, his lips pressed into a straight line, unsure of what to say.
This idiot still thinks he's been saved...
Walsh found the Colonel's gaze strange, carrying a lingering sadness. He tried to change the subject and lighten the mood, "Palmer, what brings you guys here?"
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything; once he did, Palmer's face turned cold.
"Shouldn't you be the one who knows best how we got here? If some insect hadn't secretly escaped, why would we have needed to go through more than a dozen black hole jumps to find us?"
Walsh replied honestly, "...I'm sorry."
He was indeed unsure about the matter, but if he had to do it all over again, he would still leave. Dying in front of his comrades would be a cruel thing for them, and he would never be willing to do it.
It would be better to let him return to where he started, a worm silently waiting for the end.
But the current outcome is very good. He has encountered only kind-hearted worms along the way, whether it is the two worms Talos or this doctor.
...
Nehemiah sat in the president's office at the very center of the planetary ship, his brow furrowed, his face serious, as he quickly scanned the report presented to him.
The atmosphere in the entire presidential office was tense. The secretary-general, standing at the lower end of the room, stared intently at the pattern on the floor, as if the floor looked exceptionally beautiful today.
Shortly after the peace negotiation team set off, a rebellion broke out within the Federation. At first, no one paid much attention, assuming it would be suppressed quickly.
It wasn't until the rebel group, which appeared out of nowhere, defeated and annexed the three legions overnight, reaped thousands of resource stars, and brazenly established its headquarters about three rings away from the central star, that they realized this was a large-scale rebellion with overwhelming force.
Meanwhile, Lord Morfield, the newly promoted S-class male insect who boarded the starship with them, mysteriously disappeared, leaving behind only a short handwritten letter.
However, this matter is currently only known to President Nehmeya and himself. If it were announced to the public, it would likely cause panic. Therefore, he was instructed to only state that His Excellency Meufir had suddenly fallen ill and needed to rest and recuperate in a nutrient pod.
It's truly one wave after another. Externally, it's a crucial period for peace talks, and the negotiations with the Empire haven't even begun, yet they've already found themselves at a disadvantage.
...
Melville led the Imperial fleet through several black hole jumps before finally arriving at the neutral system the day before the peace talks, while Hawthorne had arrived two days earlier.
As soon as Melville stepped off the starship, he was embraced tightly, and a familiar, coquettish voice rang in his ears, "Why did it take so long? I missed you so much. I haven't slept well for days."
Melville's subordinates, who followed him out, were already used to this. They pushed and shoved each other, keeping their eyes straight ahead, and quickly slipped away, afraid of being caught if they were late and having to do extra training later.
Their Emperor and Marshal have maintained a close relationship for decades; it would be strange if His Majesty didn't come to pick them up one day.
I miss you too.
The familiar warmth emanated from the clothes, a comforting sensation that softened Melville's previously stern expression.
After enjoying a few days of intimacy, Hawthorne noticed that Melville was acting strangely.
He seemed to be hiding something on his mind, his brows were always slightly furrowed, and he looked very troubled.
It seems like it's been like this ever since I got off the starship. It got a little better when I was chatting with him, but it didn't last long.
Hawthorne pulled the bug to sit on the sofa, wrapped his arms tightly around Melville's waist, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did something happen on the way?"
Melville glanced at him, then hesitated and lowered his eyes slightly. "It's nothing, it's just that on the way back, I met a child who looks a lot like you..."
He seemed hesitant to speak.
Hawthorne was shocked. On the verge of tears, he quickly pledged his loyalty, "My dear, I would never betray you. You must believe me."
For Melville to say that, then the insect must be very similar to him, but honestly, he only has Melville as his female insect.
They were childhood sweethearts and deeply in love. He didn't even have enough time to spend with Melville every day, so how could he possibly go looking for other female insects?
“It’s not that I don’t trust you, my lord, it’s just,” Melville pursed his lips, “that child is very important to me, and I think…”
He felt he was being selfish, but he didn't know how to put it.
Upon hearing this, Hawthorne's heart finally settled down. He patted the silly female queen's head reassuringly, saying that she had scared him to death and thought it was something terrible.
"You want to find him and bring him back? Of course, darling, if you want to."
“But,” Hawthorne changed the subject.
“You can’t like him more just because he looks younger and more youthful than me. It will make me sad, it will make me cry, I really will.”
"..."
“My lord…”
Melville was both amused and exasperated. Their two children were so grown up, yet the lord's personality was still that of a child.
Hawthorne secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Hawthorne's expression finally began to relax.
The only big deal is that his wife is unhappy; everything else is trivial.
...
Prior to the formal peace talks, Hawthorne received a personal invitation from Nehemiah.
It seems the civil unrest in the Federation has really made this old fox anxious.
When Hawthorne arrived, Nehemiah was already waiting in the small conference room. "Long time no see, Hawthorne."
Hawthorne took off his coat, which he had been wearing, and casually tossed it to a servant. "Oh, Nehemiah, you've really turned into an old man now. I thought you weren't coming."
He gave a wicked smile. "I'm really afraid that before you've even finished negotiating here, your position will be snatched away over there."
“Your personality hasn’t changed at all over the years.” Nehemiah wasn’t angry. Hawthorne’s personality had become much more restrained than when he was younger. If he were angry, he would have been furious to death long ago.
How are your children?
"..." Hawthorne felt that his change of topic was a bit abrupt, and his gaze towards him was also a bit strange. "You invited me here specifically, you didn't come here to talk nonsense with me, did you?"
Nehemiah chuckled meaningfully and revealed the purpose of his visit: "Of course not, I've come to borrow troops from you."
"You and I both know the power of S-class male insects. The rebels have no chance of succeeding. Lending me troops will only benefit you."
"Correspondingly, at tomorrow's formal peace talks, the federal government will concede more benefits to compensate for your losses."
...
"...You're saying he's not on that starship?"
Loxis sat in his study, the light of the setting sun had dimmed, and the lights were off, his face hidden in shadow as he slowly wrote something.
There were no insects in front of him, as if he were muttering to himself.
"The ability to exchange all my remaining points for an S-level male insect is temporarily unavailable."
"As you wish."
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Author's Note: Thank you to "Shangcheng" and "Qingkong Wanli" for the nutrient solution! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Keep it up!]
Babies, please give me a paw print [cat paw] and shower me with flowers [sprinkling flowers]!
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