Translator: dapotaturs
Release Date: 12/14/2024
Edited Date: 06/21/2025
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“Did you hear? A male zerg rolled down the stairs and hit his head badly?”
“Yeah, almost died. He woke up for a moment a few days ago but then went back into a coma. Now he’s still lying in bed.”
“Wow, to think such a noble male zerg got such a serious injury… His female monarch must be in for a hard time, right?”
“You mean Nuo Wei, the major general? Probably going to get his wings clipped and exiled to a desolate star…”
Chu Ci lay in the hospital bed, his head aching as if it would burst. He weakly opened his eyes, seeing a colorful array of medical equipment around him.
“…Water, water.”
“Sir, are you asking for water?”
The nurse noticed Chu Ci’s discomfort immediately. He handed a water cup to Chu Ci’s mouth and gently inserted a soft straw into the male Zerg’s mouth.
“Please drink slowly. I’ll go call your attending physician.”
With the male zerg injured, the entire hospital was in a state of alert. Finally, he woke up, and outside the door, there was chaos. The attending physician, running to Chu Ci’s bedside, arrived in no time.
“Your Excellency is severely injured; you need to rest in bed and recover.” The doctor operated a tablet, performing a basic checkup on Chu Ci.
“Should I call your female monarch to come serve you?”
Chu Ci looked blankly at him. “Female monarch?”
His head was not very clear; he remembered just submitting his graduation thesis, planning to shoulder-to-shoulder with his roommates to enjoy barbecue, and then…
And then he died suddenly, was reborn, becoming a newborn zerg cub. He forgot everything about being human, growing up like countless other males on this planet, pampered and indulged, turning into a despicable scumbag.
Chu Ci’s face was pale, and the doctor looked at him, feeling involuntarily nervous. He mustered up his courage and repeated the question, “Your Excellency, you’re just recovering from a serious illness and need tender care. May I call your female monarch for you?”
The doctor knew that Chu Ci’s female monarch couldn’t come over. Nuo Wei, the major general, hadn’t taken good care of him, letting the noble male zerg fall down the stairs. Chu Ci’s refusal to sign the pardon order meant that Nuo Wei, now likely in custody, was being prepared for exile to a desolate star.
However, Nuo Wei was one of the youngest major generals in the entire Zerg and a figure that the doctor admired. Even though he knew it might anger the male zerg, the doctor couldn’t help but mention it.
The female monarch isn’t afraid of punishment or retribution, but she is terrified of being forgotten—left in the correctional facility, forgotten on the desolate star, left to fend for herself. That’s the most terrifying fate.
What if Chu Ci remembers his female monarch’s kindness and is willing to have him brought back, to personally punish him?
Chu Ci’s head was muddled, with a big bump on his head. “Female monarch?”
Oh, right, the female monarch—that means his wife; he already has a wife in this life.
The male zerg’s mind is forgetful, and the position of a female monarch isn’t particularly important. If she’s discarded, another can immediately take her place, not to mention there are countless female servants and slaves. For a male zerg, it’s perfectly normal not to remember being married.
A clear image of a handsome face appeared in Chu Ci’s mind. His female monarch, Nuo Wei, had silver-white long hair and striking, star-like cyan eyes. He wore a light golden military uniform that perfectly accentuated his waistline, with his slender legs tightly encased in leather military boots.
Male Zergs are just empty-headed, never needing to think; therefore, compared to the twenty years of memories from the Zerg, Chu Ci found that his past five years of exams, three years of practice tests, struggling through the TOEFL[mfn]Test of English as a Foreign Language[/mfn], GRE[mfn]Graduate Record Examinations[/mfn], and preparing for a master’s degree, seemed more vivid. But Nuo Wei’s appearance was exceptionally clear.
Nuo Wei’s features were truly memorable.
Chu Ci knocked his head. “My old… female monarch, my female monarch, where is he now?”
The doctor and nurse exchanged a glance, both seeing the same surprise in each other’s eyes. The doctor handed the tablet to the male Zerg. “Nuo Wei is in the correctional facility. Do you want to release him?”
Correctional facility?
Chu Ci was taken aback for a moment before belatedly realizing that it was where male Zergs sent female Zergs for punishment if they committed serious offenses. If a female Zerg made a big mistake, the punishment in the family’s basement wouldn’t suffice, so she’d be sent to the correctional facility.
…Why put such ridiculous things on his wife? Are they insane?
He nodded at the doctor. “Please release him.”
To avoid seeming too abrupt, Chu Ci added, “I need his care.”
In the Zerg society, male Zergs would never say ‘please’.
The doctor’s eyes widened in surprise; he hadn’t expected this to go so smoothly. He hurriedly swiped the tablet, placing the pardon order in front of the male Zerg’s eyes and pulled a stylus from his pocket, offering it to Chu Ci. “Your Excellency, please review this pardon order. If you have no other issues, you can sign at the bottom. I assure you, your female monarch has already accepted sufficient punishment. His current condition is right here for your inspection…”
As he spoke, the doctor opened the attachment on the pardon order, and Nuo Wei’s back appeared magnified on the screen.
Chu Ci only glanced at it, leaning heavily on the bed, covering his mouth.
“Ugh—”
The male Zerg vomited.
Chu Ci pressed against the bed’s edge, tightly clutching the blanket, vomiting uncontrollably, even bringing up bile.
In the modern world, the most terrifying punishment known was Singapore’s caning, but the injuries on the female zerg were something Chu Ci had never imagined. More importantly, it was he who had personally ordered Nuo Wei into the correctional facility, and he who had refused to sign the pardon order, leading to the female zerg’s prolonged stay there. These wounds were the fault of none other than him, Chu Ci.
Chu Ci’s face turned green.
The doctor’s face paled as the male zerg vomited at the sight of the female monarch’s photo, clearly repulsed to the extreme. He dared not mention Nuo Wei’s pardon any further, supporting the still-vomiting male zerg. “Your Excellency, I’m sorry, please forgive me. I’ll take this away right now.”
The doctor quickly closed the tablet, his expression despondent. To be loathed to this extent by the male zerg, Nuo Wei, the young female monarch, would never find forgiveness in his lifetime. His only fate awaited him—a vast array of torture, having his wings removed, and being exiled to the barren stars, where he would perish early in a rebellion, deprived of the male’s pheromones.
As he tried to take the tablet away from the male zerg’s lap, someone grabbed his hand.
The male zerg, who had been vomiting moments ago, now pale-faced but gripping the tablet with unusual strength, said, “Wait, did I say to take it away?”
“…What do you mean?”
Chu Ci took a deep breath. “Open the pardon order. I’ll sign it.”
With trembling fingers, the male zerg quickly traced over the images on the document and then, with swift strokes, signed his name at the bottom before handing it back to the doctor.
“Hurry, tell the Zergs in the correctional facility not to delay; I want to see my female monarch today.”
In the correctional facility, Nuo Wei took a sip of water, leaning against the cell wall for a brief rest.
The guard sat opposite Nuo Wei’s cell, looking at the once-glorious young monarch’s plight with a sense of regret. “Nuo Wei, at the latest in ten days, you could face exile. Aren’t you scared?”
Nuo Wei sat still in his place. “I deserve it.”
The guard paused, somewhat reluctant. “Do you know that your male zerg refused to sign the pardon order?”
Every female monarch fears being rejected by their male zerg, as this means their turbulent emotional sea—their rebellion—can never be soothed by the male. It leads only to being locked away on the barren stars and a miserable death.
Nuo Wei hesitated before replying, “…I know.”
It was supposed to be that way.
Every male zerg is like this; they shouldn’t have any expectations.
Chu Ci was already considered more merciful among the male zergs. He wasn’t as fond of using a whip and rarely punished anyone by kneeling, but he never lacked the arrogance and cruelty typical of a male. The crime of the male zerg falling from the second floor and the female monarch not catching him was unforgivable, even if at that time he was following the male’s instructions in the kitchen—it wasn’t a valid defense.
As time ticked by, the heavy door of the prison made a dull sound. Nuo Wei raised his head, and he saw the figure of the warden standing before him.
He straightened his clothes, standing up, ready to face the routine punishment of the evening. “Is it time now? Let’s get started then.”
“No need to start,” the warden said, pulling up his lightbrain in Nuo Wei’s shocked gaze. “Nuo Wei, congratulations. Your male zerg signed the pardon order. He is still in the hospital, needing care. Quickly change your clothes, wash off the blood, and hurry to the central hospital.”
Pardon order?
Nuo Wei momentarily thought he had heard wrong.
He straightened his back, his pair of pale blue eyes staring at the warden as if he heard something unbelievable.
The warden repeated with good humor, “General, your male zerg has woken up. He is very weak and urgently needs someone to take care of him. He has just signed the pardon order, and according to the law, the detention facility is releasing you. Please quickly pack up and go to the hospital to take care of your male.”
Nuo Wei lowered his gaze. “I understand.”
The warden handed him a carry bag. “These are your things from the day you were imprisoned—your clothes, light brain, some money, and bath supplies provided by the detention facility.”
He patted the general’s shoulder. “Hurry up and clean up. Don’t let the dirt on you disturb the male.”
The Zerg are always like this. Even if a female monarch is in distress, the first consideration is never to disturb the male.
Nuo Wei took the things with a steady hand. “Thank you.”
He stepped into the bathroom beside him, and the warden reminded him, “General, although your male zerg signed the pardon order, there’s still a one-week grace period. Please make sure to serve your male well, and try to gain his forgiveness. Otherwise, after a week, if the detention facility revisits and your male zerg isn’t satisfied, you’ll still have to come back.”
The Zerg race’s preference for males is boundless. Even if they sign a pardon order, there is always the possibility of revocation.
Nuo Wei had already turned on the shower, allowing the water to wash away the marks on his back. He looked indifferently at the light red stains on the floor. “Thank you.”
But in his heart, Nuo Wei was already three parts certain; after seven days, he would still return here.
No male zerg would ever forgive a female monarch for neglect. The so-called pardon was just because the male zerg had no other female servants or slaves, and no one else to take care of him. He is someone temporarily brought in as labor.
