Chapter 87
The Zerg are a race that values hierarchy and the continuation of life. Male Zerg are an indispensable part of the continuation of life, especially a handsome male Zerg prince. This video caused a sensation on the StarNet as soon as it was released.
The cover image of Hilgard on a rainy day, with his dreamy eyes and loose silver hair, instantly stirred the fervor of countless female insects, but when all the female insects opened the video content, they were shocked.
"Who released it? Is it even possible to release something like this? Insect God, I can't believe I've ever seen His Highness in such a private state!!"
"From this angle, it looks like Albert, right? No wonder that damned bug was sentenced to death. It turns out he secretly recorded His Highness's private videos. He deserves to die!"
"Your Highness's face is so beautiful, and your voice is so lovely too. I'm going into the bedroom."
"What?"
"Can't use the insectoid path?!"
"What does this mean? Is it what I think it means?!"
Even though the Male Insect Protection Association quickly stepped in and banned it, it couldn't completely quell the frenzy surrounding it.
Countless female insects opened and played the video, which spread across the StarNet at an unimaginable speed, and then flooded the official website of the Male Insect Protection Association.
"Is Your Highness really unable to do it? Good heavens! Although it is offensive, does that mean His Highness Hilgard has a physical disability, or a serious one?!" a female insect questioned.
"Is it just a rumor? I don't believe His Highness has such a disease!" one of the female insects exclaimed, unable to accept it.
"But didn't Hilgard himself say that?"
"If he really had a disease, why hold a female selection process? So many females have spent huge sums of money and time trying to find a male lord for themselves, and he just deceives them like this?"
"@Male Insect Protection Association, please release information regarding His Highness Hilgard's health condition!"
"The battle for the Insect King is still ongoing. Are they going to make a crippled insect the Insect King?"
"What about the female insect who has become his empress? Are they just left to die? This is outright murder! Doesn't a female insect's life matter? Especially since his empress is Marshal Celtic!"
Unbelievably, female insects flooded the comment section of the Male Insect Protection Association, and some radicals vented their dissatisfaction with male insects on Hill. He was bombarded with insults, and the official efforts to protect his rights were so numerous that they couldn't even keep up with the barrage of comments.
There was too much; a deluge of insults and rebukes came crashing down like a landslide.
Inside the palace, Sirius strode up the stairs. Hill, sensitive and fragile, was worried that he wouldn't be able to bear the overwhelming insults.
The personal terminal kept ringing, but its owner left it behind. The slender male insect bent down to water a clump of lilies on the balcony, its long silver hair covering its thin body.
It was a double-petaled lily that resembled a snow lotus from the mountains. Its flowers were elegant and restrained, blooming quietly and exuding a sense of aloofness. Sirius unconsciously slowed his pace.
“Hill…” Sirius stepped forward and exhaled softly, “Don’t be afraid, I have already made Celt’s crimes public.”
What can cover up one scandal is often an even bigger one. By revealing Celt's crimes at this moment, he could, if he were crazy enough, divert the fire that was focused on Hill.
Celt's crimes are numerous, even on the StarNet, spanning several pages and are too many to list. The headline is sensational: Marshal Celt secretly conducts experiments on male insects, attempting to clone them and synthesize high-grade pheromones.
"What?! Marshal Celt cloned a male insect?! What's going on with StarNet today?!"
"Marshal Celt is conducting inhumane experiments on insects? And male insects at that? Cloning insects is illegal—wasn't that a law passed decades ago?"
"Using male insects to synthesize new inhibitors? That goes against the rights of male insects!"
"Is the cause of Lieutenant General Baxter's death questionable? Is he suspected of being killed by Marshal Celtic through lynching?"
"Is Major General Eric the one who exposed the Marshal?"
"Albert was allegedly killed by Marshal Celt? Could this have stirred up conflict within the Federal Empire?"
"Wait, wait! Don't you think the bug that Marshal Celt intended to clone looks familiar?" The sharp-eyed female bug zoomed in on the revealed information.
That was an experimental record diagram, labeled b64. Experiment record: Sixty-fourth experiment record, failure. The limbs cultivated in the nutrient tank could not receive the Zerg genetic information and collapsed upon exiting the tank. The experimental direction needs to be changed.
It was a cold, soon-to-be-destroyed container. It had lifeless, azure eyes, a soulless shell, lying there quietly, its short silver hair reaching only to its ears, revealing its fair and delicate earlobes.
"Isn't this His Highness Hilgard?!"
Because Hildegard revealed his insect form with long hair from the moment he appeared, he was not noticed at first.
The identified bugs on the StarNet were once again shocked; the two major scandals of the day were strangely connected.
"Why did the Marshal want to clone Hilgard? Was it because the Marshal needed Hilgard's identity, but Princess Hilgard was indeed unsuitable, so he attempted to clone her?"
"No, the date is wrong! Don't any of you know how to check dates?!"
"Albert wasn't even dead when the experiment started! Celt already had his eye on Prince Hilgard?"
"Does Marshal Celt know that His Highness Hilgard is good at digesting food? He killed two rival female insects for a female insect that couldn't travel through the insect realm?!"
"Has he gone mad?"
In a system like the Zerg's that highly values reproductive value and pheromones, male Zerg that cannot provide pheromones are considered waste, useless, and destined to be discarded.
The bloody chaos of the StarNet couldn't affect a ray of sunshine in reality. Hill refused to turn on his overloaded personal computer, and paper messages were delivered to him instead.
His pale fingertips turned the pages of this thick book of crimes. Albert's death was because of Celt, he knew.
Baxter had already been sentenced to death, but Celtic killed him beforehand because Baxter knew his secret. These actions of pandering to the male insects to please them had now become evidence in the male insects' trial of him.
Celt should be judged for betraying a young male insect, but Hilgard was unwilling to let the world's insects' attention fall on that pitiful young male insect.
Until his fingertips lingered on the container's face, and trembled slightly.
What a familiar face! Slightly round eyes, azure blue, a pert nose. He saw a face he saw day and night; it belonged to Little Xiong Chong Hill.
His fingers unconsciously pressed harder on the paper, causing a dent in the area. His fingers involuntarily curled up, and at that moment he even felt it was absurd.
Did Celtic ever try to clone him?
Cloning the male insect he once resolutely chose not to kill? How ridiculous!
What Hill hated most was that Celtic continued her marriage to Sirius as usual after his death.
It was as if a trivial little male insect had died; he couldn't stop Celt's progress, and to Celt, he was just a dispensable little thing.
While he underwent painful treatment, Celtic pressed on toward his predetermined goal, relentlessly forging ahead without pausing for a moment because of any insects.
Cloning? Then using it as a random little gadget to play with and manipulate? No worries about the consequences, play with it however you want? Destroy it when you're done—
The male insect pursed its lips, instantly closed the document, and shut its eyes, a hint of mockery in its expression.
Perhaps this was Celtic's attempt to remedy the situation afterward, to prove that he had fallen in love with Hilgard. After all, time can be faked, can't it?
The Celt, a cold-blooded and ruthless machine, will not change because of any male insect; this is merely a disguise and a remedy.
Any leniency or mercy shown towards him would be foolish.
The male insect's pale hand pressed tightly against the documents, pale blue veins standing out beneath his almost transparent skin. Sunlight fell on his thin eyelids, revealing his trembling eyelashes.
In just a brief moment, he opened his eyes again.
"Brother, what do you need me for?"
He casually tossed the documents aside and sneered, "Could it be that the Male Insect Protection Association is finally getting under pressure and is actually planning to do something to me?"
Those who insult insects, those who conduct experiments on whether or not they can get up? Then they can all go to jail.
Sirius's expression softened at his calm words, but he couldn't hide a trace of worry: "The rumors are unstoppable, and public opinion is very negative towards you now."
"So what?" The male insect calmly raised its eyes, its mouth line straight, looking stubborn.
Sirius's heart softened. No matter how cold-hearted Little Hill may seem, he was actually soft and vulnerable inside, and those rumors would always hurt him.
Sirius considered for a moment: "Hill, I know you're all better now, so how about trying to make contact with other female insects?"
The older brother, knowing the hidden pain in his heart, softened his voice as much as possible: "Female insects are not only strong and robust. Female insects that are good at scientific research can also have a well-proportioned figure. Sub-females are gentle and approachable. There is no need to be confined to military females."
“Hill, you’ve experienced too little before. Now you can try different female insects and different insect lives. How about your brother picks out a few pretty sub-females to serve you?”
The dashing male insect spoke of this with ease: "I guarantee Little Hill will be very comfortable, how about it?"
Those well-trained females know how to make males comfortable and happy, unlike Celt, who always had marks on Hill's neck every time he saw him.
"Once Little Hill tries other female insects, the rumors outside will be dispelled."
“I have no reason to do things I don’t like because of these rumors.” There was a hint of resistance in the male insect’s eyes.
“But the insect’s life is still so long. How lonely it would be for an insect to go on like this. Wouldn’t it be better to boldly try something new?” Sirius approached and gently stroked the male insect’s long silver hair. His voice was very warm.
The love of an older brother, and the love of a male and female father, are ultimately limited; the loneliness of those cold nights needs a warm embrace to dispel it.
Male insects like Little Hill should be pampered and adored by female insects, and these doubts and malices should not be directed at him.
"Give it a try, Hill."
Don't let yourself get stuck in the shadows of the past.
A long silence followed, the double-petaled flowers exuded a delicate fragrance, and the male insect's raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly. After a moment, his tightly clenched fist slowly loosened, as if he had let go of some obsession and loosened the thread of fate.
"good."
He shouldn't have let Sirius and the female father suppress this overwhelming public opinion for him, and let go of all this.
I will try, try to forget Celt, forget the hatred.
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