After the Zerg General Was Accidentally Marked - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Buyer

He wouldn’t be sent to the landfill! Exhausted and covered in wounds, Sears let out a sigh of relief.

This was the first piece of good news he had heard since his rebirth.

As for being bought by a male Zerg, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

There was one thing the exchange worker had been wrong about: it wasn’t true that no male Zerg wanted to buy ugly, dying female soldiers. Sears knew that a small minority of males took great pleasure in buying dying female slaves just to watch the expressions and postures they held at the moment of death. “It’s like crushing a soft bluebird; it’s immensely pleasurable,” a male had once told him. “General Sears, would you like to try it too?” That kind of cruelty didn’t even stem from malice—it was done simply because they could.

There were far too many males in the Empire who never considered female slaves to be their equals.

So, was his buyer one of these males?

Another point: had this purchase happened in his previous life? Was there a deviation in the timeline? He had bought himself some time by destroying that robot, after all. Even if a male had bought him in his past life, he would have already been in the landfill by that point, making it impossible to know.

Regardless, the fact that he hadn’t gone to the landfill had fundamentally altered the timeline of his previous life. Given how limited his knowledge of the future was, even if things had changed, he wouldn’t have any way of tracking the differences.

Now, all he could do and all he needed to do, was strive to survive.

Regardless of what Sears thought, he was soon sent back to the Female Slave Exchange. The worker, having learned from experience, injected him with a massive dose of anesthetic to ensure he wouldn’t have the strength to move for the next full day. After a quick rinse, he was packed up without delay and sent onto a cargo aircraft bound for the buyer’s home. It was clear the exchange was desperate to be rid of him—a “money-losing item”—and hadn’t even pursued the damages for the destroyed robot.

Most likely, the buyer paid for it, Sears surmised.

So, is this a generous buyer?

But as the aircraft stopped in front of a two-story residential building in the 13th District, Sears immediately dismissed that theory. The Empire’s capital planet had twenty districts, with the first thirteen housing the male residential zones. The lower the district number, the higher the status and wealth of the male living there. As for a male living in the 13th District, bordering the female residential zones… don’t even think about it; he had to be a pauper.

However, this was quite close to the 14th District, where Sears’ own residence was located. But with the situation so unclear, even if he managed to escape from the male, Sears wouldn’t dare risk returning home recklessly.

Overall, the fact that the male was a pauper was good news for Sears. Not having the money to buy extra female slaves meant he was more likely to use this one sparingly. It also meant his chances of surviving were higher.

The delivery robot brought him to the door and knocked. The door opened, and just as Sears strained his head to observe his buyer, he realized that the one who came out wasn’t a male Zerg at all, but a robot butler.

The humanoid butler wore a comical tuxedo, a face with an overly bright smile, and slicked-back, shiny hair. But when it spoke, the voice was that of a crisp, young child: “Hello! Is there something I can help you with?”

The humanoid butler was clearly connected to the male’s private light-brain. After negotiating with the delivery robot, it quickly signed for Sears and pushed him into the house.

“Hello! Welcome home! I am the 0711-model light-brain. Master usually calls me ‘Little Silly!'”

Sears: …

If he could talk, he would definitely remark: A name that fits.

But he couldn’t move at all. Even if he could, the muzzle had stripped him of the right to speak. He could only lie flat on the trolley, staring blankly at the light-brain butler.

“Do you need help?”

I very much do! Sears was in pain all over, and the stinging in his psychic sea was growing worse by the minute, with shadows already creeping into his vision. If he could just get a shot of painkillers, that would be great! A female soldier might be tough-skinned, but that didn’t mean they didn’t feel pain.

But Sears couldn’t speak. An awkward silence stretched out.

Then “Little Silly” said, “Since you aren’t speaking, I will assume you do not need it! Little Silly does not have the authorization to touch Master’s female slave. Please rest well!”

Sears watched helplessly as Little Silly walked away, leaving a dying female soldier to struggle for life on the trolley.

He now highly suspected that the male who raised a light-brain like this was definitely not a normal Zerg.

Sears briefly took in his surroundings. This appeared to be a small living room. In the center was a beige armchair that looked quite comfortable, a square coffee table in front of it, a screen opposite, and a massive bookshelf behind. Aside from the mundane decor, it seemed fairly normal. Beyond that, there was a staircase in the corner leading to the second floor and a hallway to the east leading to other rooms.

Sears intended to look closer, but his body was too racked with pain and fatigue. Combined with the sleep-inducing components in the anesthetic, he drifted off into a hazy sleep on the trolley.

He was woken again by the sound of a door opening and a crisp voice: “Master, you’re home!”

Sears snapped his eyes open, instinctively reaching for a weapon, only to return to reality after his fingers twitched weakly. He was a female slave, just bought and brought home by some male.

Sears lay on his side, curled up on the trolley, facing away from the door. He couldn’t see the male, only hear footsteps and a sudden exclamation: “What the hell?”

“What is this thing?!”

“Reporting to Master, this is the female slave you just bought! It can be used to alleviate your psychic power issues!”

“A female slave? Oh right, the discounted one…” The male sounded like a complete airhead. “No, wait, why is there so much blood? Little Silly, didn’t you treat him?”

“Reporting to Master! This female slave is classified as highly dangerous. Little Silly did not dare touch him!”

“God, he isn’t already dead, is he…” The male muttered to himself, walking over to Sears.

Sears saw a pair of white sneakers, and then—an abruptly magnified vision of beauty. The moment he locked eyes with the male, Sears froze. While there were many beautiful males, he had never seen one this beautiful… and at such close range. Silver hair, golden eyes, and features so exquisite and perfect they looked like a holographic game model.

Before this, he hadn’t speculated on the appearance of his buyer because he considered looks the least important factor. Consequently, the sudden impact of such beauty caused his brain to disconnect for a moment.

Wait, silver hair… Aside from that one family of males, this hair color was only possible through albinism. A male living in the 13th District obviously couldn’t belong to that family, so—

He is a cripple.

Wonderful. The male who bought me is a beautiful, poor, little crippled thing.

The weaker the other party, the better it was for him. Just as Sears was calculating this, the male suddenly reached out toward him. His target seemed to be… his eyeballs?

No way, right? Digging out eyes the moment he gets home? Eyeballs were non-regenerative, vital organs for a female Zerg, so Sears instinctively squeezed his eyes shut. But the expected touch never came; instead, he heard the little male muttering: “It looks… it really looks just like it…”

When Sears opened his eyes, he saw the male had already pulled his hand back, and his expression was inexplicably… shy?

What is going on?

“Your wounds… how should I treat them? I have a medical pod here. Can you use it?”

If he used a medical pod intended for a male, he’d be waiting for the Breeding Protection Association to put him to death. Sears shook his head slightly, though he still couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t move any other part of his body either.

The male observed him for a while, then suddenly realized: “Are you unable to move?”

Sears gave a weak nod. The little male isn’t completely stupid, after all.

“In that case, I’ll have Little Silly carry you back to your room, alright?” The male looked at the pile of shackles on the female slave and hesitated. “These shackles—can I take them off? Why are you rated as ‘highly dangerous’? If I take them off, you won’t hit me, right?”

If Sears could speak, he would definitely say, Absolutely not. And then, the second he was freed, he would immediately run away.

“Let me see…” The little male tapped his light-screen, sliding it gently, likely reading instructions or something similar. “It says I have full authority, but it’s not recommended to open them before marking, as there is a risk of being attacked. There’s also a collar with a lethal electric shock function attached?!”

The little male looked at the screen, then at the metal collar on Sears’ neck, his expression clearly filled with heartache. “I won’t use the collar to do that to you. Don’t worry.”

The collar. Sears closed his eyes. I forgot about that. It seemed he would have to deal with the collar before he could escape.

“Let’s get you to your room first.”

It wasn’t until he was pushed into a first-floor bedroom that Sears suddenly realized something: there appeared to be no other female Zerg in this house. In other words, he was likely the first female Zerg this little male had ever owned.

Of course, it was also possible that this male had abused all his previous female Zergs to death.

But once he was gently laid on the bed by the butler, and once the male—with Little Silly’s help—began to undo the shackles on his feet and really started to carefully treat the wounds still oozing blood on his body, he suddenly started to believe the first possibility.

The male who bought him was actually a beautiful, poor, little crippled virgin.

When treating the broken leg, Sears couldn’t help but let out a groan of pain, which immediately earned him an apology from the male: “Sorry, sorry! It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and the structure is a bit different. I usually use the medical pod, but it seems female Zergs can’t use it. Bear with it, it’ll be over soon.”

That “soon” took three standard hours.

When all the wounds were finally treated, both Sears and the male let out long sighs of relief.

Even Little Silly was saying on the side, “Master! We finally finished!”

“Get some rest. I’ll help you find a doctor tomorrow.”

“Goodnight.” As he left, the male tucked him in and turned off the bedroom light.

As the warm darkness descended, General Sears felt suddenly dazed.

He had not had a good night’s sleep in a very, very long time.

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