Chapter 89
"Yes, Marshal Celt does have an insect egg, but this egg is very strange." The doctor operated the instrument, frowning deeply.
Hilgard sat by the hospital bed, the pheromones of an S-class male insect suppressing the out-of-control female insect and preventing him from going completely insane.
The female insect's neck rings dig into the flesh, causing the wound to scab over, but her body lacks the energy to heal it, and the rolled-up flesh can still be vaguely seen.
Upon hearing this, Hilgard calmly lifted his eyelids, his serene and handsome appearance causing the female doctor to momentarily lose her composure.
“This egg has been there for six months,” the sub-female doctor said in a low voice.
These words were like a thunderbolt. Hill's lowered eyelashes froze for a moment before he slowly raised them to look at the female insect bound to the hospital bed.
Half a year?
"This egg is developing slowly. Its birth time has been extended using some unknown technology of the Empire. It has been observed that it has not been nourished by a male insect for a long time. Currently, it is impossible to observe whether it is alive."
The doctor was still trying to explain the reasons, but Hill had already forgotten his voice.
Six months ago, on Planet Dicas, there was only one chance he could have united with Celt, but...
Celt never allowed him to. Celt restricted his body and forced him to reveal a non-existent conspiracy for a full fifteen days. Celt did not allow him to enter his reproductive cavity. How could he possibly have his own worm eggs?
“No,” the male insect finally uttered the word from his pale lips. The medical insect stopped repeating the professional terminology and looked at the male insect strangely. The male insect supported himself on the armrest of the chair, and pale blue veins appeared on the back of his slender hands. He said calmly and resolutely, “This is a misdiagnosis.”
This is impossible...
This is impossible...
He could accept that the accident on Planet Nuka gave Celt the insect egg, which was God's way of ensuring Celt's survival. However, he could not accept that Celt already had this egg six months ago.
That means he's constantly on the verge of death; without male pheromones, how could he possibly survive?
“That’s impossible,” the male insect retorted. “The female insect’s reproductive period is only six months. If it doesn’t receive nourishment from the male insect, the eggs will die within two months. It’s impossible for an egg to remain undeveloped inside the female insect’s body for six months.”
You're lying to me.
You're all lying to me.
"No, Your Highness..."
"Change to a different medicinal insect." He wouldn't listen to these excuses.
The doctor, unable to defend himself, was taken away, leaving only Hilgard, the insect, in the room. He didn't understand the medical instruments, but he could read the abdominal imaging, where a frail insect egg lay quietly, waiting for its male father to awaken it.
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and there stood Sirius.
He walked over to Hill and placed a report in his hand: "Hill, the research institute's worm has made its final confession."
His pale fingertips turned the pages of the report slowly; the paper was so new that it stung his fingertips.
Celtic's final crime.
He had an egg six months ago.
Celt disappeared for a full six months, claiming he was recuperating after destroying the annihilation weapon, but in reality he participated in an insect experiment using himself as a research subject.
Since there was no male insect, he demanded that the research insects preserve the frail egg.
Over six months, he received injections of hundreds of research drugs into his body. He once went mad and out of control due to a lack of male insect pheromones, and he also fell into a deep sleep due to an overdose of drugs. Finally, he developed a slowing agent to coat the insect eggs, slowing their growth down until they went into hibernation, waiting for the next awakening.
It wasn't until six months later, when the insect egg was stable, that he attended the royal banquet. On that day, Hilgard, determined to get revenge, stepped out of his cage.
This is an insect egg that should not exist. While its female father frantically tries to save it, its male father is determined to kill it.
"But he didn't..."
The handsome little male insect's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his voice sounded like a wronged blank.
He never allowed himself to enter the reproductive cavity. How could there be offspring if he didn't enter the reproductive cavity?
He only tormented himself.
He treated me like a malicious spy, a stumbling block on his path to becoming the Insect Emperor. He tormented me, and now he wants to kill me. If my brother hadn't arrived in time, I would have died there.
It was all a lie; it was just a scam.
He tried to stand up, supporting himself on the chair, to escape this tangled mess of the past, but his legs were numb from sitting for so long that he staggered for a moment. Sirius reached out and gently caught him.
Hill rested her head on Sirius's chest, her expression blank: "They've all been lying to me."
Everything was a lie to me.
“Hill…” Sirius sighed. He couldn’t understand Celt’s actions. This rational female insect, devoid of emotion, even later pursued Hill with a clear purpose.
Hill closed her eyes: "I want to see Dick."
Dick, having redeemed himself, is currently by Isidore's side. When the communication was connected, he first bowed and then subconsciously scanned his surroundings. On the screen, there were only handsome male insects; there were no other female insects present.
Disappointment surfaced in his eyes.
"Your Highness Hilgard."
“You know what I want to ask.” Hill nodded slightly.
“Yes, I’m afraid I know,” Dick gave a wry smile. “So you know, right? And now you’re asking me whether it’s because of problems found in the autopsy or because the live worms had an uncontrolled pheromone craving?”
He wanted to know the fate of Marshal Celt. The Marshal had been missing for over a week, and Gust could not be contacted either. A major accident had occurred on the capital planet.
It could have been a secret execution.
Hill slightly parted his lips, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "What right does a sinful worm have to question me?"
Dick, now a convict himself, gave a wry smile and took a deep breath: "You want to ask about the insect egg, right?"
"The Marshal didn't know you were a second-stage advancer, but he couldn't be marked. I thought it was because of the Marshal's ambition or the position of Insect Emperor, but the Marshal's answer to me was that if he died due to lack of pheromones, you would be his prey."
He wouldn't allow this little male insect, which belonged exclusively to him, to become the male ruler of other insects in the future; he had to survive by any means necessary.
“But there’s no such thing as failing to advance and being able to start over in this world, not even for the King Worm,” a complex look flashed in Dick’s eyes. “Congratulations, you won the gamble. The Marshal softened his heart after you fell into a coma.”
The little male insect's stats kept plummeting, threatening to plunge him into despair. He kept sobbing softly, his tears soaking Celtic's cold heart. He couldn't refuse.
Even if it was a terrifying adventure.
A certain detail flashed through Hill's mind, but he thought it was just a hallucination caused by extreme pain. Celt had accepted him, but there hadn't been enough time to mark him completely.
"You haven't failed to advance; you've simply not completed the advancement process."
"This is something I only realized later."
The lack of complete marking kept Hill feeling a constant physical sensation because he was in a prolonged budding phase. He couldn't have any desire for other female insects because an insect can only have one guide insect in its lifetime.
Hill clenched his fists tightly inside his sleeves, and calmly said, "No, you're lying."
I almost believed it.
"You're planning to destroy me, aren't you?"
On the planet Dekas, they placed me inside a spaceship and controlled my life and death at any time; pressing a button would cause it to explode.
Dick shook his head and gave a wry smile: "If we really wanted to kill you, it would have been most appropriate to do so inside the warship. Why would we put you in the aircraft? That was to intimidate you."
"The reason for releasing the spacecraft is to place him on Dicas Star for recuperation."
"In fact, neither of those buttons would have exploded. The spacecraft's self-destruction surprised all the insects. Was it because of Prince Sirius?"
After sneaking away from Hilgard, he caused the aircraft, which would not have exploded at all, to burst into pieces, which the Marshal witnessed firsthand, even causing the Marshal to lose control.
“We discovered that egg quite early,” Dickdo said, seemingly recalling something. “For the sake of reproduction, the Empire forbids female insects from killing the eggs, but we all knew that this egg wouldn’t grow big. Without the male insect to nourish it with pheromones, it would die quickly.”
“We have specialized research institutes on Decas and other star systems that can cut open the abdominal cavity and take out the insect eggs, but the Marshal disagrees.”
“I vehemently opposed it at the time. I felt that you were simply here to harm the Marshal. You were a time bomb while you were alive, and you will leave a time bomb behind when you die. I told the Marshal at the time that this male insect would kill you sooner or later!”
He gave a sarcastic laugh: "Now it has indeed come true."
He died at your hands.
“He’s lying,” Hilgard said, clasping his hands together in front of him, his pale eyes cold and ruthless. “He was determined to marry Sirius.”
Even after my death, he still refused to dissolve the marriage, saying that all his love for me was fake.
The handsome male insect slowly curled a cold smile at the corners of its mouth, its neck tilting back slightly in a gesture of resistance: "Do you think I would believe these lies?"
I'm no longer an innocent little male pet; I will never believe these lies again.
“The Marshal came from a very poor background and couldn’t even afford nutritional supplements when he was young,” Dick said frankly as he accepted the trial. “Although the Marshal never told the public about this, he thought you were too, a helpless, pitiful male insect existing as a pawn.”
How foolish! He is Hilgard, a born noble male insect. His status is so noble that he has never suffered any hardship and does not need your pity.
"He wants the insect eggs you leave behind to have the most prestigious status in the world."
This female insect, which crawled out of filth and blood, wanted to support the bloodline left by her beloved male insect, so that it could stand on a crown from birth.
Foolish insect.
Dick crossed his arms in front of him, adopting a posture of resignation to being beaten, and exclaimed in admiration.
"Your Highness Hilgard, you won your bet."
"What?"
"There is a problem with your genes. The chances of you being able to pass the second advancement are extremely slim. The success rate of a 2S female insect is almost zero, and the probability of being assisted by a 3S female insect is only 5%."
"There is only one unmarked, prime-age 3S female insect in the world, Marshal Celt, but the Marshal would never risk his life. The Marshal has his own set goals and will never compromise for any insect."
"But you did it. In the name of love, you used him to escape death and come back to life, and then kicked him aside after you were done using him."
When any female insect falls for a male insect, it marks the beginning of his descent into an abyss of misery, and even Marshal Celtic is no exception.
“You are the real ambitious one, Your Highness Hilgard.”
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