After the Zerg General Was Accidentally Marked - Chapter 5

Chapter 5: The Zerg Emperor

“I am Everett Langston.” The voice was very close to him, soft to the point of a sigh. “General, you will definitely get better. Don’t worry.”

The dying female Zerg on the hospital bed struggled to keep his eyes open, but his vision was too poor, seeing only a blur of shimmering silver and a tiny speck of gold. Something soft swept across his neck, causing a faint, itching sensation.

The instruments beside the hospital bed suddenly began to beep, and a large group of Zergs flooded into the room. Sears heard someone shouting, “Your Majesty, the Emperor! Please, you must…”

“The General may not have any consciousness…”

“The hope is slim, but we will do our best…”

Everett Langston. Everett Langston!

Your Majesty, the Emperor!!!

Now Sears remembered. This name was exactly the name of the future Zerg Emperor. That meant…

Sears felt as if struck by lightning, staring blankly at the silver-haired male before him. This little male is the future Emperor? The Emperor who is destined to unify the divided Zerg race with an iron fist?!

“What’s wrong?” Everett waved his hand in front of his face, clearly noticing his reaction. “Solas, do you recognize me?”

“I have only heard the name.” A name that would be deafening and known to all in the future Zerg society. Sears lowered his gaze to hide his lack of composure.

“Then what are you thinking about?”

“Thinking about… whether I can trust you.” Knowing the other party’s identity, even his form of address had shifted to a respectful one.

In reality, a stormy sea was raging inside Sears’ heart, more shocking even than the moment he learned of his rebirth. The male who had bought him was the Emperor! From his past life, this Emperor was clearly an ally rather than an enemy, and was even exceptionally friendly toward female Zergs. But the problem was, there was a long time before the little male became the real Emperor. And Zergs could change. Could he trust the current Everett?

Should he, perhaps, reveal his true identity?

“If you also hope for General Sears to be safe, then we share a common goal. At least at this stage, we can trust each other.”

General Sears is not safe. But General Sears is still alive, and he is right in front of you.

“You must have heard of the Langston family; the reputation of the males in there isn’t very good, especially in the military female circles. But I am just an insignificant, illegitimate male. I grew up in a remote star system and haven’t been ‘spoiled’ yet.”

This was the first time he had heard a royal male say in person: The Langston royal family has a bad reputation. So he really was a royal, and his silver hair wasn’t because of albinism. As for “insignificant,” Sears didn’t believe a word of it. Someone who could become the Emperor would absolutely not be simple. Judging by his behavior just now, although still quite young, he was sharp, articulate, and possessed strong initiative—he was indeed a Zerg with great potential. He is the future Emperor; he should be trustworthy. He wants to find Sears, and I am Sears. So, should I tell him? Should I tell him:

Stop looking, he’s right in front of you!

Sears hesitated for a moment, then first asked the question he had been wanting to ask: “Why are you so focused on General Sears? It sounds like you know many details about him.” The scar on the hand, the tavern he frequented, things like that.

Hearing this, Everett suddenly appeared somewhat uneasy, but the corner of his mouth quirked up in an eerie way. “Do you know about the ‘Sier-fan Club’?”

Sears shook his head. Fan club? It sounded like some kind of food.

“The full name is: General Sears’ Official Fan Support Club.”

Sears didn’t know what a support club was, but he knew what a “fan” was. For some reason, he had a very bad premonition. Then he heard the future Emperor say with great pride:

“I am the President!”

What?

“This President, what exactly does he do?”

Soon, Sears regretted asking the question. Because after hearing this, the little male’s eyes clearly lit up. That expression reminded him of himself whenever he talked about the Ieason—overflowing with pride and love that could not be hidden.

“The job of the support club president is very important! For example, collecting and organizing the General’s private information, and publishing and organizing related support activities. Of course, one’s own output cannot fall behind: writing, drawing, editing videos, and making merchandise! Everything must be done well! It’s a pity that because of military regulations, we cannot let the General himself know how much great work the support club has silently done behind his back.”

…What??? Sears had a pile of question marks on his forehead.

“But what I like best is personally customizing and collecting all sorts of merchandise and personal items of the General. Come with me!” Without another word, Everett pushed Sears to the second floor, into the locked room at the very end.

After the lights turned on inside, Sears was stunned.

He had never seen so many “himselves” packed into one room. Some were larger, which he could identify as tapestries, posters, and oversized banners with his name on them. There was even a life-sized 3D holographic projection, cycling through the action of him raising a hand to adjust his military collar. There were also busts and full-body statues of various sizes, pillows printed with his image, and smaller things that seemed to be some sort of badges or plastic pieces.

Sears felt as if he had entered a magical room filled with thousands of mirrors of all sizes, reflecting his image simultaneously. For the first time, he felt a bit dizzy from “General Sears.”

Everett ran to the holographic projection, preparing to start his commentary, when he suddenly thought of something, stopped, and said to the female: “You swear that you will not tell any other Zerg about anything you see here!”

Sears’ translator sounded a bit lifeless: “I swear, I will absolutely not tell any other Zergs…” Not only will I not tell others, I want to retreat to before I entered the room and forget everything I saw here.

Everett was satisfied, knowing the female wasn’t lying. Then he began to introduce the room’s collection one by one. “This holographic projection records a summary speech General Sears gave after the victory of the Theia Counterattack. At the end, General Sears raised his hand to tug at his collar. This movement was natural, serious, and cute. It was unanimously voted by support club members as one of General Sears’ top ten most popular actions.”

“And this one—this is a life-sized bust hand-crafted by the famous sculptor Jay…”

Several times, Sears tried to interrupt the enthusiastic male, wanting to leave. But unfortunately, Everett, who treated these like family treasures, had finally found an audience and couldn’t stop. General Sears was forced to tour the entire room, learning new knowledge such as “buttons” and “acrylic standees.”

Finally, they reached the corner of the room. This area was a bit different from the rest; it didn’t have bright lighting, the light was dim, and it was surrounded by dark velvet curtains for concealment. Sears, who had been spacing out, straightened his body instantly. His intuition told him he absolutely did not want to see what was behind there!

But before he could write his refusal on the translator, the male had already pulled back the curtain with a beaming smile: “Ta-da—!!”

At that moment, Sears thought of many things. His humble beginnings in the slums, his life at the military academy, his first battle, his first time killing an enemy, his first time linking with the Ieason, his first time being decorated as a General… his past life flashed before his eyes like a strobe light. Finally, his dazed gaze settled on a lifelike, unclothed version of himself, entangled by some kind of tentacles.

W, T, F, I, S, T, H, I, S!!!!!!!!

The visual impact was too strong; Sears felt as if countless baby Zergs were screaming crazily in his brain. In reality, he had lost all capacity for reaction, frozen on the wheelchair like a stone statue.

Then he heard the little male say in an overly gentle, love-filled voice: “This is my prized possession: the General Sears R-18 Deluxe Nest!”

“How is it! Isn’t it beautiful!!!”

Sears didn’t know where to look; his field of vision was almost entirely filled with honey-colored, firm, strong… He had never observed his own body from this angle before. And he was certain that certain parts used very exaggerated artistic techniques. He does not look like that!!!

“Uh… cough, cough, cough!!” Sears, desperate to defend himself, accidentally moved his injured throat, followed by a string of heart-wrenching coughs.

“Are you okay?” Everett kindly reached out to pat his back, but was avoided abruptly by the other party.

At that moment, Sears was struck by a thought and asked via the translator: “You mentioned earlier that you have a female you like. Is it…?”

“That’s right,” Everett nodded, “It’s General Sears!”

“Don’t you think he deserves all of this? Savior of the Empire, top-tier SS-level psychic power, absolute star of the day. General Sears deserves to be admired by the Sier-fan Club!”

The sentence itself sounded fine, if one ignored this room full of weird, overly imaginative products. General Sears had indeed once done some propaganda work for the military and government, and he knew he had a certain reputation among the public. But he hadn’t expected… it to be in this form.

“I feel, maybe General Sears might not like this form?” Sears tactfully proposed his opinion.

“Why care if he likes it or not? He doesn’t know.”

He knows now.

“If only I could see General Sears with my own eyes,” Everett’s affectionate gaze landed first on the holographic projection, then on the R-18 Deluxe Nest. “It would be even better if I could touch him.”

At that instant, General Sears felt a chill down his spine, his hairs standing on end, and he subconsciously controlled his wheelchair to back away two meters.

At the same time, he made a quick decision. If he wanted to continue staying by Everett’s side, the identity of the female slave “Solas” was absolutely much safer than being “General Sears”!

Having satisfied his urge to share, Everett sighed deeply. He looked at the female who was a bit far away from him. “You won’t tell other Zergs about what you saw and heard here, right?”

Sears shook his head decisively, “Absolutely, absolutely not!!”

“Very good, let’s go down.”

Just as they were leaving, Sears inadvertently glanced at the price tag of that 3D projection and suddenly had an absurd thought. “You are a male of the Langston family; you wouldn’t be poor no matter what. Yet now you are reduced to living in the 13th District and buying discounted female slaves…”

“Could it be that you spent all your money on…”

Everett admitted generously, “Finely crafted merchandise is indeed a bit expensive. But there is a reason why it’s expensive!”

General Sears only felt darkness descend before his eyes. Then he thought of another question: “You asked me to help find the General’s whereabouts—is it because you are worried about his safety, or do you want to take the opportunity… to take advantage of the Zerg in distress?”

This time Everett was silent for a while, finally answering: “Both.”

General Sears felt his heart turn to ash. Is this thing really the future Zerg Emperor?

Is the Zerg race doomed?!?!

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