Chapter 2 Lust at First Sight Murphy followed the sound quickly past…
Murphy followed the sound quickly, yanked open the light-blocking curtain in the corner, and saw a large gold wire cage containing a silver-haired female insect—
The insect's head was drooping, as if it had already fallen into a coma. Its slightly curly, silvery-white hair was scattered messily, and its hands were tied high, forcing it to remain standing.
Murphy looked at the face half-hidden by silver hair, bloodstains and wounds intertwined, a white veil tied around the eyes, brows furrowed, thin lips slightly pursed, and silver hair scattered messily over the shoulders, looking extremely disheveled.
At this moment, he was only wearing a white robe, loosely tied at the waist, with a large expanse of skin exposed on his chest and his legs almost reaching his groin, fully displaying his long and straight legs. However, without exception, all of these exposed parts were covered with various wounds, and some of them were even oozing blood.
Tick-tock—
Tick-tock—
This is the source of the sound of dripping water.
...
An insect is walking towards us.
The curtain was lifted.
The cage door was opened.
The sound of an unfamiliar heartbeat, footsteps, the rattling of chains... everything seemed to be beating in sync with the sound of his insect core gradually shattering.
Atia barely managed to maintain a sliver of consciousness. Familiar power flowed into his body through the shattering insect core, bringing some warmth back to his cold fingertips. He briefly regained his strength, though it was merely a final burst of energy before death, but it was enough.
Thump... Thump...
The handcuffs were automatically unlocked, and the powerless prisoner, unable to support his own weight, collapsed from the small platform.
Murphy rushed forward and caught the bug, but as soon as he hugged it, he hissed. The bug was burning hot, probably because its wound had been infected and it had been running a fever for a long time.
No……
The moment the two insects made contact, Atia felt as if he had been suddenly chilled, and his body temperature dropped. His strength vanished into thin air, the insect core stopped cracking, and in no time he even had the strength to lift his hand. He could only lean limply against Morpheus's chest, looking as if he had taken the initiative.
No……
Atia, unwilling to give up, tried to gather his power again, but he was so weak that he could not even feel the insect core. Was fate going to take away even the chance for him to take revenge?
Murphy noticed blood seeping from under the grayish-white gauze and assumed it was an infected wound near his eye, so he quickly removed the gauze.
He saw a pair of beautiful violet eyes, as if shrouded in a thin mist. Those eyes were empty, and thin streams of blood, like tears, flowed continuously, running down a small beauty mark and into strands of silver hair. Even the moon fallen to earth could not compare…
Murphy: Oh no. After typing in all the tags, I realized it's my ideal type.
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"Huh? Was that the male insect who just walked by?"
The insect holding the prescription stopped and looked back at the figure that had already passed far away.
"It shouldn't be, why would a male insect come to a female insect hospital? And I can't smell any pheromones, even if he is, he's probably only F-grade, not even as good as a sub-female." The insect traveling with him pulled him, urging him to hurry up, otherwise those doctors wouldn't care if they lived or died.
"Yeah, maybe I saw it wrong." The insect scratched its head and stopped worrying about it, also thinking that it had seen it wrong.
After paying the bill, Murphy was completely unaware of the high number of people turning to look at him. After all, compared to the precarious balance in his interstellar bank card, everything else was insignificant.
If he hadn't just received a lot of "ransom," he wouldn't even be able to afford the hospital fees now.
Murphy: Is this the grand gift the so-called punishing world has sent? Main system, you just wait.
Murphy pushed open the door to the single-insect ward. Thanks to the female insect's powerful self-healing ability, hospital beds were not in short supply. He paid a little extra to book a single-insect ward. The ward was very quiet at this time, with the instruments running silently. Only the window was opened a crack, and a faint noise from outside the hospital could be heard.
The only patient in the ward was fast asleep. His long, silvery-white hair had a slight curl, like something out of a comic book. His facial features were perfect, handsome yet refined. A gentle breeze came in from the window, lightly brushing the ends of his hair and lifting a few strands of curl. It was like a tranquil painting, aloof and beautiful, yet lacking in vitality.
Murphy sorted through the long medical records, thinking about what the doctor had said—
“His mental domain is in a state of chaos. With his genetic level, he could have lived for several more years, but he was seriously injured before, and his genetic level has dropped by two ranks. The best solution now is to seek out pheromones of the corresponding level, at least grade B or above. Although the hospital can perform simple mental domain sorting, the effect will only get worse.”
The doctor clearly hadn't realized that Murphy was an F-grade male insect with almost no pheromones, otherwise he would never have said those words to Murphy, because he might have been captured by the Male Insect Protection Association the next second for hurting the male insect's self-esteem.
However, Murphy wasn't a male and wasn't that fussy. He nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. Please do the mental conditioning a few more times. I'll figure out a way to get the pheromones."
The memory ends, and time rewinds to the present.
Murphy suspected that the main system had set him up, and he had evidence—what kind of good system would arrange for a stunningly beautiful protagonist to be his wife after knowing that the actor had been single for hundreds of years? It must have been intentional, wanting to make him suffer, punish the world, and then erase and recycle the energy.
He would never... he would never... uh...
Okay, he admits it, he was attracted to her beauty. Who can resist a sweet, soft, and beautiful wife? He certainly couldn't.
On the verge of death, but it didn't specify what kind of death...
If he had honestly completed the mission, he wouldn't be here. (Smiling honestly) Besides, the protagonist is the pillar of a small world. Wouldn't it be more interesting to kidnap the protagonist?
So, Murphy pondered, as a penniless undocumented man with a pitiful, seriously ill wife, how was he supposed to survive?
"Cough...cough cough..." A low, weak cough suddenly rang out.
"You're awake?!" Murphy exclaimed in surprise.
The beautiful female insect with long, silvery-white hair opened her eyes, seemingly still not fully awake.
"Cough...cough cough..." Another series of dry, hoarse coughs responded to him.
Murphy stood up and poured a glass of warm water from the water dispenser next to him. "Drink some water and calm down. Don't talk yet."
"..."
The silver-haired female insect looked up at the source of the sound, hesitated for a while, and then reached out to grope in the air.
Murphy saw those beautiful violet eyes, which seemed shrouded in a thin mist, unfocused and without any figure in them.
Murphy paused for a moment, finally realizing that he was blind, and that this little world was too cruel to the protagonist.
"Don't rush, I'll feed you."
Murphy simply sat on the edge of the bed, supporting his back with one hand, and brought the water glass close to his lips so that he could feel the warmth of the glass.
The silver-haired female insect quickly began to drink in small sips. Her thin lips were almost bloodless, and the wound on her cheek had disappeared after a round of treatment with the medical device. Her complexion was slightly flushed, and she still had a slight fever.
"Are you feeling better? Do you want some more?" After finishing the entire large glass, Atia gently shook her head, declining Morpheus's offer to feed her some more.
Murphy helped him lie down, his palm touching his taut back, which felt as if the bones were pressed against his palm, with little flesh.
So thin.
Eat more good food.
Murphy is obsessed with keeping wives.
Murphy pulled out the lunchbox that was prepared to speak first. Poor Big Beauty must be very scared right now, so he had to take this opportunity to show his reliability and thoughtfulness.
"This is the F District Central Hospital. You've been unconscious for about half a day and still have a fever. The doctor said we can't use painkillers right away, otherwise it will affect their effectiveness. Shall we eat something first?"
"But since it was prepared at the last minute, it might not taste very good. What do you like to eat? I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
The joke wasn't something he prepared on the spot; he had carefully prepared it for several hours.
Murphy sat by the bed, enthusiastically promoting his wares. The aroma of congee and various easily digestible foods filled the room, warming up the otherwise chilly ward.
The wind outside the window picked up a bit, bringing the coolness of the night as it rushed into the ward, echoing with the sounds of the male insects. The wind blew through Atia's hair, lifting a few strands of silvery-white hair, like brocade woven by moonlight.
Atia remained silent throughout, showing neither utmost respect nor fear. The chaotic state of his mental domain and the crack in the insect core kept him in a state of semi-out-of-control and semi-weakness at all times.
In other words, he was dying.
He no longer had the energy to investigate why he woke up here again, or why this male insect, who used to beat and scold him so easily, had changed so much.
But he knew that the higher-ranking male behind this male insect wouldn't let him off so easily. Perhaps he had just come up with some new tricks to toy with female insects, such as giving them hope and then making them despair, so that they would eventually lose themselves and become obedient pets.
Atia asked himself, should he continue to be fooled by the pitiful fate of the female insects as before?
...
No.
Atiyah paused for a moment, then made up his mind.
Crack! The shattering of the insect core once again caused his body to stiffen for a moment as if in response to a shock. His brows furrowed, and a hint of pain appeared on his face, which was noticed by the male insect beside him.
Murphy, who had been holding back from applying the patches too quickly and potentially startling him, suddenly tensed up. "What's wrong? Are you in pain somewhere? Should I call the doctor over? Or is the temperature set too low? Should I turn it up a bit?"
This was the first time Murphy had ever raised a wife, and he was terrified that he might accidentally kill her.
Atia stared at that point in the darkness without responding. He gathered strength in his fingers and lifted them slightly. Since he was going to die anyway, why bother with pretense? Even though he couldn't see, he could tell the location of that heartbeat by his hearing.
"Thump—thump—" It was very close, right beside me.
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