After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 1

Tracy sat in the luxurious hotel conference room.

He swirled his glass, watching tiny bubbles rise from the expensive liquid, while listening to the surrounding bugs argue over him.

“According to the genetic sequence test, he is indeed a descendant of Lord Simon. But… perhaps because the interstellar turbulence disrupted the magnetic field within Simon’s reproductive cells, coupled with the fact that this male’s mother’s mental aptitude was very average, if there isn’t a secondary development… he may only ever be a D-grade male for the rest of his life!”

“Absurd!” A male wearing a lavish, custom-made suit hurled his wine glass against the carpet. Scarlet liquid splashed everywhere, and the glass rolled to the feet of Lin Xi, also known as Tracy, the D-grade male in question.

“Are you saying?”

The male pointed his finger straight at him, suppressing his rage, “That Simon, being an S-grade male, produced a subpar D-grade descendant?”

The female in charge of the testing accompanied his words with a flattering smile, bowing even lower.

“Lord Florson, that is the current situation, but it is not entirely without room for maneuver. Do the ancient texts not record this? As long as a low-grade male is nourished by the sweet and abundant male serum of a high-grade female, the male’s mental power can undergo a certain degree of advancement.”

“You know those are ancient texts! Where are there any females with sweet male serum nowadays? Their serum is bitter and astringent, completely unpalatable! You expect me to believe such disgusting stuff can improve mental power? I’d sooner believe a worm-tribe female would experience an atavistic regression and sprout insect wings!”

The higher-ups of the Butterfly tribe argued endlessly, discussing how to sell the male they had gone to such great lengths to find, who possessed noble blood, despite being D-grade for a high price.

Tracy listlessly tapped his plump wine glass with his fingertip, his gaze shifting to the colorful, dazzling orbital satellites circling high above the First High Planet.

These satellites connected to the Interstellar Mainframe, and the insect artificial intelligence kept everything running like clockwork.

This place was luxurious, spacious, clean, and bright, a sharp contrast to the sewage-filled, cramped, and narrow Trash Star of his memories.

“They have finally found you, baby.”

The ordinary female from his memory had trembling hands as he hugged him.

“You must go with them.”

“And you, Dad?”

The female revealed a simple, honest smile. “As long as you are safe, have your own household registration and surname, and no longer have to live such a life of fear, it does not matter where I am.”

The female touched his face. “Tracy, my baby, you will have a very good life on the First High Planet.”

He had indeed experienced a period of high-class treatment, but after the test report came out yesterday, everything changed.

D-grade.

On the First High Planet, that was essentially the same as trash.

The arrogant S-grade females coveted only the “Saint.” Who would be willing to enter into a marriage alliance with a D-grade male?

“How about handing him over to the Male Protection Association to raise? There are always nouveau riche females willing to apply to match with him.”

“Or should we send invitations to the Legion Commanders?”

“We already did, those old guys all refused.”

“No taste!” Sitting at the head of the table, Florson glanced at Tracy and muttered, “Bugs of our Kahn family are still quite presentable in terms of looks!”

He could not help but sneak another glance at Tracy’s perfect profile and raised his voice, “Furthermore, he is the descendant of Simon! You all know how outstanding Simon’s appearance was! If it were not for his accident, I am afraid the current Emperor’s male consort would have been replaced!”

Simon was an S-grade Pink Butterfly who had high hopes of marrying the authority of the Legion, but due to personal recklessness, he had a small accident while wing-suit flying in the interstellar space.

He encountered a space-time turbulence, which dragged his life-support pod into it. By the time it landed in the 15th Star System, he was on the verge of death. His wing suit, which disguised him as a female, was reduced to a mere shell, and he was picked up by Jonah, who worked as a thug on the bar street.

Jonah had no surname and no noble blood; he was mediocre in appearance and had very average mental power. By rights, he should never have received the favor of a male in his lifetime and could only save money to attempt artificial insemination. Instead, due to his kindness, he received an unexpected gift.

To leave behind an egg, Simon engaged in frantic mating with this lucky female.

He got his wish and left Jonah with a male cub.

Jonah lived in constant fear; he was grateful for the gift heaven had given him, but he was also terrified that he would not have the ability to raise a precious and delicate male.

And that was exactly the case.

By the age of six, the original Tracy had perished from being unable to withstand the intense growth pains, replaced by a blue soul from Earth.

Tracy lowered his eyelashes, waiting for them to reach a conclusion.

His pale pink hair was trimmed beautifully, and his skin was as tender and smooth as milk. The sunlight hit his profile, forming a halo of divinity around the fine fuzz on his cheeks.

Because he had spent so long at home, Tracy’s skin had been kept very fair.

He was not allowed to play around. Only after Jonah finished work would he put fake antennae on him, wrap his tail hook tightly around his waist, check him over and over, and dress him in the darkest, most concealing clothes possible, before taking him out to get some air.

But that only meant looking out at the small dirt mound in front of their home, next to a dilapidated, abandoned maglev station. The ground was covered in layers of black grime, and not even a blade of grass or a flower could grow there.

This was not Jonah being over-the-top; the D-grade male, who was pitiful and pathetic in the mouths of these high-ranking males, was a highly sought-after commodity on the Trash Star.

The forgotten Trash Star was the lowest of all insect planets. Once a male was discovered there, he was either snatched away to be the captive of a black-zone boss or became a “luxury item” circulating among high-ranking female thugs.

Therefore, Tracy, the male who grew up in that environment, lacked the coldness, arrogance, and fastidiousness of the First High Planet males. Instead, he had a layer of casualness and roguish charm.

Tracy leaned on the long table, listening to them continue their discussion. “The Grace family does not agree. Which other old-money families are willing? I remember the Kelson family also applied for this marriage quota, right?”

“The Kelson family?”

The room fell into silence.

“The only eligible female in their family is that one, right? Are you sure?!”

“How much are they offering? If the price is right, it is not entirely out of the question…”

“Who is that one?”

Amidst the heated discussion, a voice as melodious as flowing water suddenly intervened.

The voice was between that of a teenager and a young man clean and clear, like a spring in the forest, making the listener’s ears tingle slightly.

The voice was pleasant enough. Florson touched his ear, thinking.

He looked at his male nephew.

As Simon’s cousin, by rights, he was the uncle of this young male.

From an elder’s perspective, aside from the low grade, Tracy could actually be considered a high-quality male.

He was very handsome, had a youthful aura, and was of good height. If one judged solely by looks, even if he were taken to the current most popular male beauty pageant, he would not fall out of the top three.

But he also had a fatal flaw.

Florson frowned.

Because of his lack of upbringing, he did not have the aloofness or distance of a noble male; he looked too approachable.

Just like his current posture lazy and slovenly, lacking any dignity.

Florson was displeased at being interrupted. “Elders are talking; juniors should speak less.”

Tracy pursed his lips.

He really hated these bugs in suits and ties looking all proper, but in reality, were they not just discussing the trafficking of bugs?

He leaned lazily against the back of the large solid wood chair, crossed his legs, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Honored sirs, if I heard correctly, you are currently discussing my marriage? If, before the wedding, I—being completely ignorant about my future spouse, end up falling into a small, 200,000 contribution point illness out of extreme sorrow, will you save me or not?”

Everyone’s breath hitched.

Such a statement could be called heart-piercing.

Everyone knew males were hard to raise, but none of those present had ever seen one so openly threaten them with his own fragile health.

Males usually took pride in their fragile constitution; who would say it so bluntly?

Tracy saw them looking at each other, and his smile became even more pronounced.

The bugs in the room all flushed with anger.

Florson softened his tone. “My good nephew, let us talk properly; why are you threatening us?”

“Adonis Kelson, currently the youngest Major General in the interstellar space, an SSS-grade female, the future successor of the Kelson family. They are willing to give 1,000,000 contribution points for the chance to meet you. Kid, do you know what a million contribution points represent?”

Florson said excitedly, “A million contribution points! That is the accumulation of decades for middle-class families like us! It could buy a hundred D-grade males like you on the black market of the Trash Star! If it were not for the Kahn family’s reputation, do you think you would be able to meet such a wealthy and powerful female?”

To be able to spend a million just to meet a male.

It was truly extravagant.

Tracy clicked his tongue. “…What does he look like? He will not be ugly to the point of causing celestial wrath, will he?”

He thought of the females he had seen. Some would reveal praying mantis-like arms, others would have bee-like patterns on their bodies.

There were even some whose fangs and mouthparts had not fully evolved.

It was said that the fiercer the female, the more they liked to display their hard, weaponized shells.

“How could that be? He is tall, fierce, and has super strength; he is a top-tier military female!”

Tracy frowned.

He did not like those who were too muscular, with hormones radiating off them.

It sounded like this military female was overly proactive, and he was a little worried the other party might try to force himself on him.

Florson saw that he was unhappy.

Indeed, none of them liked rude, bloody females; they preferred dealing with weak, harmless sub-males and male companions.

Precisely because of this, gaining the favor of a male was extremely difficult for a female.

The reason Florson went to great lengths to find Tracy was related to the fact that the Kahn family’s contribution points were extremely tight.

Because fewer males had been born in recent years, they were now out of money, just like countless declining ancient families, with only a shell that was still somewhat presentable.

One million even they were greedy for it.

Seeing that Tracy seemed to be wavering, Florson continued to encourage, “Believe me, the Kelson family produces the most devoted lovers. Plus, their combat strength is very high, and earning contribution points is as easy as cutting vegetables for them. If you have such a female, you will have more money than you can spend in a lifetime.”

Finally, he softened his tone and promised, “What is wrong with a marriage alliance? He will give you a generous monthly allowance. By then, the million contribution points will be deposited into the Kahn family’s card, and will I not have the money for your mother? You know that permanent residency on the First High Planet is hard to get. You are a male with bloodline, but your mother is not. If you rely on earning money yourself, when will you be able to save up enough for their travel expenses to live on the First High Planet? If you succeed, we can split the contribution points from this transaction 30/70, how about that?”

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