After Being Forced into a Marriage with My Empress Consort - Chapter 14

The guest room was right next to the master bedroom and was kept clean and tidy. It was easy to tell that the female did not have much of a talent for organizing; the room was so clean it looked like a snow cave.

If he were to live here long-term, he would definitely need to decorate it properly.

Tracy had already begun designing the renovation blueprints in his mind, having even decided which items to place behind the holographic pod.

He lay on the bed, legs crossed, and opened his terminal, which he hadn’t used for a long time.

There was still some balance in his account, which Florson had transferred for him to buy clothes.

Tracy browsed the portal website and saw those clothes labeled “Male-Exclusive,” where a single set cost two or three thousand contribution points.

The “two sets of clothes” Florson told him to buy would really only be enough for exactly two sets.

After scrolling for a long time, Tracy noticed that all these male-exclusive clothes were identical, 90% similar to the black hooded styles he had seen in the Middle East in his past life, divided into black, white, and gray. For colors that were even slightly unique, the price directly doubled.

It was practically robbery.

Tracy couldn’t help but want to complain, but he also understood the benefit of this clothing: it could isolate a large portion of pheromone leakage and better protect the safety of males.

Being a member of a minority was indeed not easy. Although precious, the more precious the resource, the more it would make people jealous and attract more danger.

Tracy bought nothing, exited his male account directly, clicked on a small icon at the bottom of the terminal, and entered a long string of identification codes.

He rummaged through the bag he had brought today and found his fake antennae.

Then, he put on a pair of deep red contact lenses and enabled iris verification.

Verification successful.

After some operations, the interface changed from simple to rich. A bunch of software popped up, and the pink icon at the bottom kept shaking, with the 99+ unread messages being particularly eye-catching.

Tracy clicked inside.

[Streamer! Where did you go, streamer! We miss your big tail hook!]

[Damn it, was the streamer forcibly taken by a fierce and evil female? You haven’t been online for twenty days straight?]

[Streamer, it’s me, Little Sweetheart, who waits for you to go online every day. I see your coordinates keep changing; are you traveling?]

Opening the backend, he found a mountain of concerned messages.

These messages all came from his fans.

He had started managing this account while he was on the garbage planet.

Because Old Jonah had always limited his range of activities and was worried that his precious son would have problems if he stayed at home all the time, Jonah managed to help him get a fake identity as a female. He also purchased a special type of contact lens that could alter identity information, allowing him to surf the web more freely.

The world of females was far richer than the post-censored world of males. In this community, they exchanged hunting skills for exotic beasts, shared methods for dating males, discussed the strength of various legions, and even directly sought help from netizens if they encountered minor illnesses or pain.

Tracy’s first small surge in popularity came because he went online to ask a question about a crack in his tail hook.

After all, there were no hospitals on the entire garbage planet. Even if there were, they were shady black-market clinics. Knowing that he was a male, they could potentially defy the world and directly sell him into human trafficking instead.

Tracy was in so much pain in the middle of the night that he couldn’t stand it, so he directly started a post and asked cautiously.

But it was obvious he didn’t quite understand the structure of Insect Star.

The female online community was a place no male would voluntarily set foot in. After all, dating or meeting a male required an astronomical number of contribution points. The male celebrities who were willing to show their faces outside now were also extremely cold and aloof, and would never pay attention to private messages on their social accounts.

Most females knew nothing about males and could only buy magazines, guessing the personality and hobbies of the male lords behind those repetitive interviews, then numbing themselves by working frantically to earn money, hoping that if they did good deeds for their entire lives, they might become the lucky ones fortunate enough to date a male once.

As a result, during the peak traffic time after dinner, a big tail hook symbolizing pearly white and purity appeared clearly on the screen.

No one thought the streamer was genuinely there to ask a question; everyone felt this was a novel way to gain followers.

First was his livestream background: a mess, clearly the terrible living environment of the garbage planet; one look and they knew he was a low-level female.

Second was that in the photos, Tracy hadn’t even had the time to remove the two fake antennae he used for disguise on his head.

A male with long antennae? This disguise was too clumsy.

Finally, what male would be so generous as to directly show off his tail hook? How was this any different from showing off his sexual prowess?

Amidst the grand scenes where a crowd of female streamers were attracting attention with bloody and hardcore technical skills, Tracy shot straight to the top of the community rankings with a single, clear, tail-hook-revealing, unmasked, and unpretentious photo.

The females in the community all declared that Tracy was their electronic male master.

Thus, Tracy didn’t get advice on how to treat the crack in his tail hook, but instead, he confusedly gained a large number of followers. Many even generously tipped dozens of contribution points, which, when converted into star coins, was enough for him to eat clean vegetables for quite a long time.

So, by mistake, Tracy took root in the attractiveness category, broadcasting steadily every day, directly filling the void of “males” on this social media platform with over a billion active insects.

If not for the coincidence of being found by the Kahn family, Tracy would have already saved enough to prepare the first fund to move Old Jonah away.

Tracy browsed the community and was just about to reply when a text message popped up on his terminal: “Little treasure Tracy!”

Only Old Jonah would use such a teeth-aching nickname.

“Dad.”

Tracy ignored the exploded private messages and first replied to the text message from the distant Elana Planet: “I have already settled down on the first high-level planet and have already found a female consort. I am living at his house now.”

Tracy felt a bit sorry that he hadn’t informed Jonah about such an important matter in advance.

But he knew that if he had told him beforehand, Jonah definitely wouldn’t have agreed.

Sure enough, the reply came quickly: “What species is your female consort? Is his temper and character better than Evan’s?”

Evan was a firefly whom Jonah had picked up and raised from a trash can behind a bar street. Jonah had originally planned to raise the other party to be his consort.

But Evan was truly too delicate and young, so Tracy had always treated him like a younger brother, having no other thoughts.

“Tracy, you must not find a female with too high spiritual power; that is too dangerous. Just find one who is obedient and well-behaved, and can earn some contribution points. Dad doesn’t require you to be rich or powerful, just staying safe and sound is best.”

Tracy was helpless: “Old Jonah, don’t worry. I know.”

“Has Florson paid your living expenses?”

“Paid.”

Jonah replied: “A very large settlement fee, and recently insects have come to help us settle down and handle the interstellar travel proof.”

“That’s good.”

Seeing that Florson had accepted the money and was still doing the work, Tracy felt half-relieved.

“I plan to bring you all to the first high-level planet,” Tracy said, revealing his plan, and Jonah was very touched.

“But we aren’t in a hurry.”

Jonah said: “Elana Planet is very good, and the cost of living here isn’t high. I feel that since we took so much money from your Uncle Florson, isn’t it a bit awkward?”

“What’s there to be awkward about? Everything comes from the same source. My consort paid one million contribution points to the Kahn family; whatever Florson does is what he should be doing.”

“One million!” This number simply shocked Jonah on the other side.

He calculated that his monthly salary at the tavern was thirty contribution points; if he relied on himself, he couldn’t earn this much money in his entire life.

“Your consort must be very powerful, right?” Jonah asked hesitantly.

“Tracy, are you preparing to get married just to gather money for us to immigrate?”

The caste system of the Zerg was very strict, and the cost of living on the first high-level planet was very high.

Jonah didn’t want to become a burden to Tracy. If Tracy was rushing into marriage because of him, he would be very uneasy.

“No.”

Tracy thought for a moment and typed: “It is because that female is truly good-looking.”

And his personality is cool.

He quite likes him.

It was only after he confirmed again and again, and Tracy guaranteed repeatedly that he was willing to take a female consort, that Jonah finally felt relieved.

“Evan, your brother is married.”

Jonah was happy in his heart, but when he saw Evan, he sighed.

Evan, who was beside him, was very short, just like a sub-male.

He looked elegant and refined, which actually fit the mainstream aesthetics of Insect Star and was highly favored by males.

“When you get to the first high-level planet, you might be able to succeed in matchmaking too. There are so many males there.” Jonah’s antennae trembled as he explained to Evan.

However, Evan was somewhat silent.

“Brother is married?”

He heard this news, somewhat incredulous, and murmured: “How lucky that female must be.”

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