After the Zerg General Was Accidentally Marked - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: Confession

Do you not like them?

The little high-rank seemed to be guarding the optical-link constantly, replying within seconds after Sears sent the question mark.

It’s not a matter of liking them or not.

So you do like them?

We have no use for these things between us.

Isn’t it bad to have no protection?

If we accidentally have an egg, our house can’t fit a second cub.

Sears couldn’t help but pinch the bridge of his nose. Where did the little high-rank learn all this? I mean, we aren’t in that kind of relationship.

Didn’t you say you wanted to talk? About the relationship between us.

There is something I need to confess.

Sears waited for a good while but didn’t receive a reply; the other was likely busy.

Turning around, Dean, the bald military female who had hired him, came back to find him. “The part you needed to familiarize yourself with this morning is over. Aren’t you going to eat?”

“Yes.” Sears nodded to him. After a morning together, he unexpectedly found that the military females in the tower team of the communications department were very friendly. “My master was looking for me just now.”

Dean frowned upon hearing this. “What was he looking for you for?”

As he spoke, he tilted his head to look at the virtual screen popping up from the optical-link bracelet. Just as he caught a glimpse, the other immediately closed it, saying almost in a self-deceiving manner: “It’s nothing.”

But Dean had excellent eyesight. He saw the image in the chat box clearly that thing was clearly a restraint used to torture military females.

The furrow in Dean’s brow deepened. “Is your master… like this every day?”

Like what? The question was a bit nonsensical. But Sears keenly sensed the unfriendliness in the other’s tone and instinctively defended: “The little high-rank is quite good. He helps me repair my mental sea.”

But Dean sneered, stating: “I hate him.”

“…Why?” They shouldn’t know each other.

“Because I am a natural misandrist (male-hater).”

It was true that some military females were born that way. There was nothing to be done about it.

“Oh.”

The two insects entered the elevator in silence to go downstairs and eat at the nearby cafeteria.

Passing the first floor, Sears caught a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby mirror. The tall military female wore deep blue work clothes. The belt cinched the hem of the top cleanly and sharply, and the pant legs were tucked into military boots. At first glance, it looked almost identical to a military uniform.

This was the first time he had worn a uniform since his rebirth. Although it wasn’t a formal military dress and held no official rank, Sears still found a sliver of comfort in the familiar attire. His footsteps paused involuntarily.

“Let’s go,” Dean urged him.

The cafeteria was not far from the communications building and was specifically opened for the military females working there. By the time they entered, the other military females working in the tower were already waiting for them.

“Captain, Solas! Over here!” A military female waved to them.

The position Sears had applied for this time was a cleaner for the tower communications team. Although it was called the “tower,” the actual workplace was on the top floor of the communications building; it just retained the old name. The long-distance communication equipment was installed on the rooftop of the top floor. Sears’s job was to inspect and clean this equipment every day to prevent communication failure caused by pollution blockage or hardware damage.

Overall, it was a relatively relaxed job but required meticulous patience.

There were eighteen insects in the tower team. Dean was the captain, holding the rank of Second Lieutenant, while most others were staff sergeants or sergeants. Excluding those still on duty and those on their day off, the remaining eleven insects were all here.

A group of military females gathered together boisterously, making Sears a bit nostalgic.

The cafeteria food was standard military fare: a hot dish, a high-calorie filling ration, and a bag of random-flavored nutrient solution.

The taste was certainly not great, but everyone was used to it. They began to chat while eating.

Sears was a newcomer and spent most of the time eating quietly, responding with a word or two only when occasionally asked.

As they chatted, the topic drifted toward the Kalatin reagent.

“Hey, have you heard? Kalatin reagent can raise a high-rank’s grade!”

“For real?”

“Must be bragging, right? Are ads nowadays really this outrageous?”

“Even if it’s true, what does it have to do with us military females?”

“Since high-ranks can raise their grade, maybe military females can too?” one military female said.

Several military females burst out laughing. “Are you dreaming?”

“Can a military female be the same as a high-rank?”

“And do you know how much a single vial of Kalatin costs? The price is rising every day, okay?”

“Grade decay is a terminal illness; it’s normal to try anything as a last resort! And…”

“Hey, stop talking!” A military female nearby nudged the one speaking, giving him a look.

“What? Did I say something wrong?” The military female speaking was named Ma’en; he looked back with a confused face, then saw the silent Solas and realized. “Oh, sorry!”

The lively long dining table suddenly fell quiet. Sears noticed that most of the insects were looking at him, while some were looking at Dean.

He put down his nutrient solution and explained: “I’m fine. I have a high-rank master.”

“That lousy master of yours… mmm…” Ma’en was about to say something but was immediately muffled by the insect beside him.

“Master is quite good. If not for him, I would be dead by now.” The marking saved him the first time, and the spaceship saved him the second. For a little high-rank of this age, Everett is already quite outstanding.

Ma’en broke free from his colleague and continued: “If I were living like you, I’d rather be dead!”

Then he looked at Dean, “Captain, why don’t you help the newcomer! Don’t you have a way to get discounted…”

“That’s enough!” Dean interrupted Ma’en’s words. “Go to work once you’re full!”

Sears observed the military females present calmly. Is there… something fishy?

He was about to ask a few more questions, but insects had already begun to stand up and leave. Dean also left with his tray.

Forget it, there will be opportunities later.

The outspoken Ma’en would be a very suitable breakthrough point.

On the other side, Everett returned to the front desk. Just as he was holding his optical-link to send a message to his own military female, the military female beside him suddenly stood up, bowed ninety degrees, and said in a loud voice: “Good morning, General Manager!”

The little high-rank subconsciously turned off the optical-link and was also yanked up to follow the muddled bowing.

General Manager? Which one?

Back when Everett developed the Kalatin reagent that could supplement a high-rank’s mental power, he immediately received invitations to commercialize it. Many noble high-ranks sought him out. It was then that “F” formally transitioned from an anonymous researcher to an anonymous merchant.

But after contacting a few, Everett was very dissatisfied. Once commercial promotion was involved, these insects were basically only thinking about making money, throwing the original intention of helping other insects to the back of their minds.

Therefore, Everett took a different path. With the assistance of the optical-link system, he founded the Magic Lamp Company and began producing and selling Kalatin reagents. Everett only handled important directional decisions, leaving specific details to the intelligent optical-link system.

This intelligent optical-link system, primarily responsible for the company’s operations, also had an external name, “Chaos.” But Everett privately called him “Little Idiot.”

Mhm, a good match for “Little Dummy.”

So, although the several managers of the Transit Star branch were nominally hired by F, Everett did not know them.

He had only briefly glanced at the files before coming.

At this moment, facing the suddenly appearing General Manager, Everett bowed along while stealing a glance at the other.

His first reaction was: This guy is way too thin! And so short; he felt he wasn’t even 1.6 meters tall. Because his build was exceptionally thin and small, his head looked particularly large.

An image immediately surfaced in Everett’s mind: A little radish head.

While Everett was stealing glances at the Little Radish Head, the other was also sizing him up.

“Are you… a high-rank?” Little Radish Head asked uncertainly. Looking at the face, he was definitely a high-rank, but looking at the height, wasn’t he a bit too tall?!

“Yes. I am a new employee.”

Little Radish Head frowned. “New? Our company doesn’t need two insects to guard the door.” And for a high-rank to do such a degrading job as guarding a door, didn’t he feel ashamed?

“He was personally recruited by the insects above,” Liam helped explain.

“The ones above?”

“Excellency F.”

Why would Excellency F arrange for an inexplicably good-looking high-rank to guard the door of a branch office? While Little Radish Head was wondering, he suddenly remembered that F had previously mentioned setting up a new branch in the Capital but hadn’t mentioned who would be the manager of the Capital branch. Could it be…?

Is he here to inspect candidates?

Thinking of this, Little Radish Head couldn’t help but straighten his back, forcing his suit, which looked like children’s clothing, to stretch out. A friendly smile appeared on his face: “New high-rank, what is your name?”

“Everett Langston.”

As expected, a Langston. Although it had never been confirmed, it was said that Excellency F was also a member of the Langston family.

“My name is Robert Turner, the General Manager of this branch. But I think you already know that.”

Everett finally matched the name in the files with the insect before him. So it was a high-rank of the Turner family.

“Come, shall we chat in my office?”

“Huh? Me?” Everett pointed at himself. Little Robert nodded.

Everett looked at Liam for help, who shrugged, indicating he couldn’t help.

Everett was thus inexplicably called to Little Radish Head’s office and forced to listen to the other talk eloquently for several hours about grand commercial visions.

Several times he wanted to make an excuse to slip away, but he was held back by the other’s exceptionally enthusiastic grip on his wrist.

He had to admit, there was a reason Robert could become the General Manager of a branch. His eloquence was absolutely top-notch. But Everett was currently uninterested in these things; he was anxious to chat with Solas. Moreover, regarding the affairs of the Magic Lamp Company, he had intended to investigate them secretly himself.

However, since he was already here…

Robert took a sip of water to moisten his throat and asked: “Do you have any further questions regarding the construction of the branch?”

The other had proactively come to him and likely misunderstood his identity and intentions; Everett decided to take the opportunity to make a request: “I want to see the company’s financial records from recent years. Is that okay?”

If those smuggled Kalatin reagents were related to the branch, traces would surely be found in the accounts.

Robert was stunned. Does this mean he’s suspicious of me? “Auditing is possible, but the volume is quite large. Can you do it alone?”

“As you know, the job of guarding the door is just a cover.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I know.”

“Besides, isn’t Liam a finance graduate? Let him help me!”

“Liam?” Robert looked up at him, realizing he wasn’t joking. “That military female doorman?”

“Let a military female audit the accounts?”

“Is there a problem?”

“Actually, the company hires military females only to satisfy the regulation that military females must make up no less than 10% of the company’s staff. We don’t really want them to come in and work.” Robert was actually quite dissatisfied with this regulation, but it was proposed by F when he founded Magic Lamp, so the appearance of following it had to be maintained.

“Since this is a regulation proposed by Excellency F, it means he definitely wants to see military females play a role in the company! Do you understand what I mean?”

Robert had an epiphany: “Oh—that makes sense, makes sense!”

Thus, on his very first day of work, Everett was promoted from a doorman to a doorman with a special identity. He also conveniently changed the position of the fellow military female doorman.

“Additionally, can you grant me access to the company’s laboratory?” He intended to do some Kalatin reagent research himself.

By the time he finished dealing with Little Radish Head, it was already afternoon. Everett hurriedly clicked the optical-link chat box and saw Solas had said:

Didn’t you say you wanted to talk? About the relationship between us. There is something I need to confess.

“What do you think he means by this?” Everett was very anxious and decided to ask Liam for help, who was temporarily still at the front desk.

Liam glanced at the little high-rank’s optical-link. “There are two possibilities.”

“One, he wants to divorce you.”

Everett let out a wail: “I don’t want to!!!”

“Two, he is a wanted criminal.”

Everett: “…”

I choose number two!

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