Chapter 50 Bringing Them Home "Walsh? Who are they? Do you recognize them...?"
"Walsh? Who are they? Do you know them?"
After returning the insect core, Atia turned her gaze to the two female insects that had arrived behind her.
The situation tonight is not suitable to be spread.
Whether it's Walsh's case or this male insect's.
A chilling killing intent emanated from those crimson pupils, as if they were being watched by some cosmic behemoth, causing the two Talos insects to instinctively shudder.
The two insects, who had simply run over to check on the situation, suddenly realized just how powerful and dangerous the silver-haired, red-eyed female insect, who was being overwhelmed by the black-haired monster, was.
Talos even subconsciously bent his front leg slightly and held the energy blade with his right hand, assuming a ready-to-fight stance.
Taros was originally an A-class female insect that transformed into an S-class female insect, but even so, when facing that silver-haired female insect, he still felt a sense of crisis as if facing a formidable enemy, indicating that this female insect was a top-tier S-class existence.
He seems to be Walsh's friend. Could he be one of his former Legion's bugs?
But even such a high-level female insect lost to that black-haired strange insect, or rather... Your Excellency?
Walsh quickly replied, "Big Worm, they are my friends. I lost control once this afternoon, and if it weren't for the medicine they gave me, I might not be seeing you now."
The silver-haired female insect's aura softened, and she looked at the two insects. "I see. Thank you for today. I'll transfer the money for the potion to you later."
"It's nothing, it's just a vial of medicine."
Taros cautiously shook his head. If he could use a vial of potion to build a good relationship with such a powerful figure and establish a connection with him through insects, then he would have truly maximized the potion's effectiveness.
However, it wasn't until this moment that Talos remembered Walsh's current condition—Walsh's neck and below were almost entirely wrapped in bandages, his lips were somewhat pale, but his overall condition and the confidence in his voice were much better than in the afternoon.
Did your experiment really succeed?
He had just witnessed Walsh's insect core being returned to him, so the core must have been removed. Could simply removing the core really cure the mental domain? It was simply unimaginable.
He and Doris had previously risked entering the lab under the pretext of cleaning to check, and there was indeed no pheromone drug inside.
As for the idea of intimate contact exchanging pheromones, Talos hadn't even considered it. This gentleman clearly wasn't the kind of insect to do such a thing, or rather, Talos believed that this gentleman was more interested in the insect core that Walsh had extracted.
So, does it really exist that there is a way to treat mental domain disorder without the need for pheromones?
Doris, standing next to him, thought of another problem: this black-haired monster was a lord, a lord with pheromones. Wouldn't their group never lack pheromones in the future?
But he quickly lost heart. What kind of insect could extract pheromones from this person? He couldn't even imagine.
...
"Sweetie, it's time for us to go home."
A gentle voice drifted over.
The silver-haired female insect paused, neither looking at him nor answering.
Murphy tilted his head, looking somewhat troubled.
What should I do if my pet butterfly doesn't want to go home?
I had no choice but to carry it back myself.
Before anyone could react, amidst a chorus of shocked gazes, the silver-haired, red-eyed, cold-blooded tycoon lost his footing and was suddenly swept up in a horizontal embrace.
Atia's mind went blank for a second before he instinctively struggled. He had never been so intimate with an insect before, especially since the other party was the male insect he hated the most. The strong scent of its pheromones almost instantly pressed against him, enveloping him tightly.
But the next second, he felt that this incredibly strong male insect not only continued to move steadily, but even freed its hand to pat his butt...?!
"Be good." The soft and bouncy touch made him savor the memory, but unfortunately, the little butterfly in his arms stopped moving abruptly, leaving him no chance to make another move.
"Let go." A rare hint of shame and indignation crept into the cold voice.
"Okay, I'll release it when we get home." The black-haired monster's voice was light and cheerful.
This...this...
Palmer's eyes widened in disbelief. How could someone do this in public?!
All the male insects I've seen before have completely ignored the females, not even giving them a second glance. Isn't this one a bit too open? They're still around!
Wait, the Legion Commander has been taken away like this, what should he do? Should he go and rescue the Legion Commander?
Walsh pulled him aside and said, "Stay here with me tonight. That gentleman isn't a bad guy; he's probably just taking the big bug back to rest because it's getting late."
There's nothing we can do if we don't think that way. One of them is bad and the other is weak. They can't even beat the Legion Commander, so if the two of them go up there, they'll just be feeding the enemy.
Moreover, the corps commander didn't give them any orders, so he probably had other ideas in mind. They just had to wait.
Talos and Doris nodded to Walsh and followed the black-haired worm back towards the starship.
We need to discipline those brats on the starship. These two are not to be trifled with; we mustn't accidentally run into them.
However, their heads seemed to be split in two, one half facing the noble male insect, which must be cherished and treated well.
Half of it is because this black-haired monster is so terrifying, should I really speak to it softly? Just thinking about that scene makes my skin crawl.
hiss……
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The things Murphy bought in the past two days have all been carefully placed in the laboratory.
Thanks to the early clearing by Talos and the other two insects, Möphyr's path back to his room was unobstructed, which somewhat lessened the shame and indignation of the beautiful female insect who often struggled to get down.
Attiya was placed in a strange room.
The first thing you see are rows of alloy shelves, densely packed with all sorts of bottles and jars, each containing processed insect fragments of varying sizes, arranged very neatly.
There was a large dissection table in the middle of the room, which was very clean and had no strange smell.
His gaze shifted and soon settled on the side of the dissection table, where a vertical, transparent chamber contained a pale liquid dotted with bubbles. A female insect, its entire body wrapped in treatment bandages, floated in the liquid.
The female insect looked like she had just gone through her molting period; her golden hair was growing slowly, and her face was still somewhat immature, covered with many unhealed bumps that looked like scars caused by severe cosmic radiation.
This is clearly a treatment chamber, yet it's been made to resemble a specimen jar.
"Is this also one of your collectibles?" Atia asked, staring at the treatment chamber.
“Those are bugs I picked up; they shouldn’t be considered collectibles.” After entering the lab, Murphy’s expression visibly relaxed and pleased. He pointed to the bottles and jars on the alloy shelf with a showy air, “These are the real ones.”
These are treasures he has collected one by one since he regained consciousness.
Atiyah's gaze followed his finger back to the meticulously prepared specimens.
Atiyah understood; it seemed he was genuinely proud of his collection.
The black-haired male insect's fingertips lingered among the bottles and jars, his eyes filled with pleasure and satisfaction. "These are all things I slowly collected from battlefield ruins. Aren't they beautiful?"
After he finished speaking, he looked at his little butterfly and added, "Of course, you are my most beautiful treasure."
Atia automatically ignored his last sentence. The collection shelves in front of him, aside from the eerie feeling of being densely packed, were actually just some beautiful insect specimens. He fairly commented, "...they're handled quite well."
Although he wasn't a professional, he had seen a lot of war and could tell whether something was good or bad.
However, as soon as Atia finished speaking, he felt a strong gaze directed at him.
He turned his head and saw that the pair of dark, gold-patterned eyes were looking at him uncertainly. Atia fell silent, wondering what was wrong with the insect this time. He was about to move when he found himself frozen in place again.
The black-haired male insect tilted its head and looked at him for a moment, then appeared in front of him the next second, hugged him tightly, and said in a strangely joyful and satisfied tone, "Baby, I really like you more and more."
Not only did she not express any dislike for his collection, she even praised his technique. Wow, is this what they mean by "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"? My darling really likes him too.
The hug was strong, and the insect's breath was constantly brushing against his ear. Atia frowned at the feeling of being completely controlled by the insect. He really shouldn't have spoken carelessly in front of this strange insect.
But for some reason, he couldn't feel any aversion to this contact; instead, he felt a strange... peace of mind? Strange, could his mind have been controlled as well?
...
Palmer, who had just helped Walsh lie down to rest, received an urgent communication from Rupert.
"Palmer, how's things on your end? Is the Grade A potion working? I wanted to report something to the Legion Commander, but he hasn't replied. Has something happened?"
As soon as the communication was turned on, Rupert bombarded him with questions.
Palmer said, "It's alright. Walsh's situation is a bit complicated right now. I'll tell you later. Has anything happened on your end? The Legion Commander might not have time to reply tonight."
Sigh, I wonder how the Legion Commander is doing now.
“Okay.” Rupert didn’t think too much about it and couldn’t wait to share his amazing discovery with Palmer. “I snagged a drug called ‘Pheromone Bottle’ on the dark web. I bought it out of curiosity to check the ingredients, but I didn’t find anything wrong with it, so I put it aside for the time being.”
But guess what happened today?
He didn't give Palmer a chance to speak at all, but continued to exclaim in amazement, "Today the infirmary received a worm whose mental domain was about to go out of control. The situation was very serious and very strong. I was called to help control him. The doctor tried several drugs on him, even Grade A drugs, but none of them worked. So I thought of this drug and gave it to him."
Rupert paused here, knowing Palmer would definitely scold him, and sure enough…
"You actually dared to give your teammates some dubious potions bought from the dark web?" Palmer's voice rose slightly.
"I was wrong, but there really wasn't any other way at the time. The Grade A medicine didn't work either. He was only one step away from losing control. I even seriously asked him for his opinion, whether we should give it a try, and he agreed..."
Rupert felt a little guilty, and his voice became a little softer as he spoke, but when he thought about the outcome, his voice became excited again.
"But, but that medicine actually worked! Even the Grade A medicine didn't work, but that medicine did. You didn't see it, his tentacles, eyes, wings, and claws were all out, and he was completely out of consciousness."
But after taking the medicine, he recovered to normal very quickly, which the doctor found hard to believe. He checked him three times, and the results were all normal. So I immediately wanted to report this to the Legion Commander, but unfortunately, I couldn't get through to him.
Walsh listened from the side and felt that the effects of this potion were very similar to those he had drunk that afternoon. Could it be a newly developed magic potion?
Palmer, however, thought of something more in an instant. Pheromones are always a necessity, and now that there is a more powerful calming agent than the Grade A agent, it will definitely be of great help to them in the war that will continue for an unknown period of time.
"Have the doctor carefully analyze the ingredients of this medicine and make sure to understand its side effects. I will report to the Legion Commander first thing tomorrow morning."
...
Seeing that the black-haired male insect had gone inside to do something, Atia found a spot to rest with his eyes closed. He and Palmer hadn't slept for days in order to get here as quickly as possible, but unfortunately they were still a step too late.
Sure enough, even after being reborn, will he still mess things up? Will those he tries to save eventually leave him?
When Morpheus came out of the inner room, this was the scene he saw: the cold, silver-haired female insect in black was casually leaning against a corner of the room with her eyes closed. The background next to her was a collection of bottles and jars with various insect body fragments floating around her. Her cold aura, which was almost hurtful to her, easily blended into the collection.
It was clearly a harmonious atmosphere, but Murphy felt inexplicably displeased. He subconsciously smiled and said in a teasing tone, "Baby, it's time to rest."
The silver-haired beauty didn't open her eyes, but said, "Am I not your collectible? This is where I belong."
Murphy tilted his head.
Hmm, are they having a tiff?
cute.
"But you're different. You're my absolute favorite collectible, so of course you're different from these."
Moreover, it's the kind of treasure that's most likely to run away, so I have to keep it by my side to feel at ease.
Atiyah remained noncommittal about his answer; it didn't matter where he rested anyway, and he hadn't planned to escape tonight.
He remained silent for a while, then opened his eyes, stood up straight, and walked over on his own. He figured if he didn't walk over, he would be led there in some other way anyway, and he preferred to walk by himself.
However, as she got closer, Atia frowned almost imperceptibly as she looked at the male insect's hands. Shouldn't he have been tending to his wounds?
Although the knife didn't pierce his palm, it at least pierced halfway through. But the insect seemed to have no sense of pain and didn't care about the wound at all.
"..."
Atia asked, "Don't you have any healing potions?"
He wasn't concerned about him; he just found the wound particularly unsightly, and worried that it might reopen while he was resting and get his clothes dirty.
Murphy followed his gaze to his hand, where the bleeding had barely stopped. Wow, it stopped bleeding entirely thanks to its own healing ability! That's impressive.
"It's just a small wound, nothing to worry about, right? It'll heal on its own soon anyway."
Murphy spoke in a light tone, even casually shaking his hand. This body's self-healing ability was quite good; as long as one didn't die, the injuries were minor and didn't need any attention.
"..."
Atiyah didn't speak, but stepped aside and went into the inner room. The main insect of the wound didn't even want to care about it, so why should he care? Besides, the relationship between the two insects wasn't close enough for him to care about it.
Inside was a suite, neither too big nor too small, probably because the outer room had been converted into a laboratory.
The interior was reasonably tidy, showing signs of recent cleaning. Some unnecessary items were scattered on both sides, suggesting that there was barely any room to step just a few minutes ago.
"Why aren't you going in?" Murphy naturally followed his little butterfly into the room.
However, once Little Butterfly went inside, he stood at the door without moving. He peeked out and saw that all the things that would trip him up had been put away, so there was no problem getting in.
Oh dear, why is that? Does she want a hug?
"..."
"...Bring the healing potion."
The silver-haired female insect finally moved, her voice stiff and unnatural. After speaking, she walked straight ahead, keeping a distance from Murphy.
Murphy blinked as he watched his retreating figure, then looked at his own hands, tilted his head and thought for a moment, before a big smile spread across his face and his eyes crinkled. "Baby, are you worried about me? I'm so happy."
"...Shut up." The silver-haired female insect didn't turn around, her tone tinged with annoyance.
There's only one bed in the room, so it's easy to guess how the two insects will sleep. Although he definitely won't want to sleep together, the male insect certainly won't think that way. He'll probably force him onto the bed, and then the wound will make the bed all bloody. How will they sleep then?
He selectively ignored the fact that he could still fall asleep amidst the flames of war; well, it wasn't worth thinking about anyway.
Murphy obediently shut his mouth, took the healing potion, and extended his hand to the little butterfly.
Atiya didn't look at him. He quickly cleaned the wound, poured medicine, and bandaged it. However, even though he deliberately used a little force, the insect didn't make a sound. Atiya still felt inexplicably annoyed and softened his movements.
He was only doing this because the insect was barely pleasing to the eye since it didn't speak.
Murphy didn't think too much about it and finally brought his favorite and most satisfying collection home. He was in a very good mood.
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Author's Note: Thank you AAA for the gift! Hehe, muah! [starry eyes][heart eyes][cheers]
Thank you to "AAA" baby and "Sunny Sky" baby for the nutritional solution! [Sprinkling flowers][Sprinkling flowers][Go for it!]
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