After Transmigrating, I Raised Cubs in the Insectoid Clan - Chapter 1

“The Imperial Star’s greatest arms dealer, Seren, is dead?”

Amidst the sharp scent of disinfectant in the hospital corridor, two nurses spoke in hushed tones as they pushed a medicine cart. Outside the window, artificial sunlight filtered through tempered glass, casting long, stretched shadows across the polished floor.

“It is true. He was stabbed three times by Admiral Suter.”

The older nurse glanced around before lowering her voice, making a cutting motion across her neck. “He breathed his last before he could even step through the hospital doors.”

The younger nurse gasped. “Why would the Admiral kill a male for no reason?”

“Oh, please.” The older nurse skillfully organized bandages, her tone unsurprised. “A military female’s mental power is unstable. Without the soothing of a Master, this kind of thing happens all the time.” She pointed to her temple. “They are like time bombs.”

“But this spring, didn’t Ketai launch a drug at the Military Department to stabilize mental power? How could this still happen?” The younger nurse frowned.

The older nurse suddenly fell silent, casting a wary look at the flickering surveillance camera at the end of the hall.

“Who knows,” she said, quickly changing the subject. “But the Admiral is in for a miserable time. I heard the military court passed the sentence this morning: his wings will be clipped, and he will be exiled to the Fringe Stars.”

Inside the ward, Samuel’s eyelashes fluttered violently. The pungent smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils as he struggled to open his eyes. He was met with the sight of a stark white ceiling and medical lights emitting a cold, pale glow.

The heart monitor let out a rhythmic beeping sound.

Is this a hospital?

Samuel tried to prop himself up, but his arms felt as soft as cotton. His final memory was standing before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, reviewing quarterly reports.

“Respected Excellency, you are finally awake!”

A nurse exclaimed, pressing the call bell with a sharp click. He hurriedly adjusted the IV drip. “How are you feeling right now?”

“Fine.” Samuel’s throat was dry.

He noticed a semi-transparent medical screen behind the nurse. It was scrolling through news footage of a military female on trial. The figure was striking; he recognized him instantly.

“What happened to me?”

An older doctor rushed into the room.

“Excellency Samuel, you were hit by the aftershock of an explosion.” The doctor’s fingers swiped quickly across a holographic medical board. “We performed three brain scans during your coma to confirm your condition. Do you feel any discomfort now?”

Samuel shook his head slightly. The movement caused a faint wave of dizziness, but it was negligible.

“I feel quite well. No discomfort.” He instinctively used the gentle tone he usually reserved for soothing clients. “When can I be discharged?”

The ward suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The old doctor’s electronic pen dropped to the floor, rolling under the bed. The medical staff behind him retreated half a step in unison. One young sub-female even knocked over an instrument cart, sending metal tools clattering across the floor.

The old doctor tremblingly retrieved his pen and checked off two full pages of tests on his tablet, where the brain scan was marked with a vivid red exclamation point.

“Excellency,” his voice was tight. “According to the regulations of the Male Protection Association, a single male is not permitted to leave the hospital until his body is fully healed.”

“All medical expenses here, excluding the portion covered by your male status, will be paid for by Admiral Suter.”

Samuel’s gaze was drawn to a flight vehicle passing outside the window. Its sleek, linear body reflected the sunlight, casting fleeting spots of light on the ward walls. Even through the blur, he could tell the distant skyscrapers were nothing like those on Earth.

He silently observed this foreign world, only snapping back to reality when he heard the name “Admiral Suter.”

“Admiral Suter?” Samuel repeated.

He thought of the digital novels the girls in the secretariat used to sneakily read. He remembered a night when, on a whim, he had read one himself, only to stop halfway through due to a dull ache in his chest.

So, have I transmigrated into the world of that book?

The old doctor opened a holographic projection. The news footage showed a tall figure locked in shackles.

“He killed a noble male during a mental riot.”

“That is, your brother, Excellency Seren.”

Samuel’s fingertips unconsciously gripped the bedsheets as he murmured the name. “Seren.”

He remembered this character, Seren. However, the book never mentioned that he had a brother, nor was there an explosion that led to Seren’s death. He looked at his own palms; they were no different from his original body.

Perhaps this explosion, which changed the course of history, was the very reason he had come to this world.

“Excluding today, you have been in a coma for six full days.” The doctor unrolled a gold-rimmed electronic scroll, and holographic text floated in the air. “As ruled by the Association, Admiral Suter must compensate you 1.08 trillion Star Coins.”

“Wait. Just money?”

In this society, males were superior and females were inferior. This was a law written clearly after the Dark Ages. Consequently, most males were extravagant, dissolute, and arrogant.

Even knowing how absurd the setting was, Samuel still felt a sense of suffocation hearing it in person. If his transmigration was connected to Suter, his primary task now was to keep the man within his sight.

Suter was no longer a cub; matching him as a Female Monarch would be more appropriate.

Samuel tugged at his collar, which felt excessively tight. The friction of the fabric was clear in the silence, revealing a collarbone that looked strikingly white under the lights. As he looked down, his long lashes cast small shadows, hiding the sudden darkening of his pupils.

Cold sweat broke out on the doctor’s forehead. He added a new line to the diagnostic screen: Suspected post-traumatic personality change.

“I cannot accept this result,” Samuel said softly.

“Please notify the Association.” Samuel looked out the window. “I require a more sincere verdict.”

When the inspectors arrived, Samuel had just finished bathing and was adjusting his cufflinks in front of a full-length mirror. Droplets of water dripped from his hair onto his silk shirt, creating dark stains.

“Excellency, good afternoon.” The older inspector’s voice was tense.

The male turned around. His expensive handmade leather shoes made no sound on the carpet, moving like a predator before a hunt. Samuel smiled and gestured for them to sit. This smile caused the younger inspector’s body to tremble involuntarily.

Samuel’s movements as he poured water were elegant and poised. However, the slight clink as the glass touched the coffee table sounded like a threat, causing the two visitors to stiffen their backs.

“Excellency Samuel.” Qi Si opened an encrypted briefcase, the fingerprint lock letting out a beep. “What are your specific demands regarding the verdict?”

Samuel picked up his glass.

“I want Suter.” He took a sip of water. “As my Female Monarch.”

Qi Si looked up, eyes wide with shock. Realizing how rude this was, he immediately lowered his gaze back to the electronic panel.

“Is that not allowed?” Samuel asked. “He killed my brother.”

“Exile is far too light a punishment for him.”

“His wings haven’t been removed yet, have they?”

Qi Si reacted instinctively and shook his head.

“That is good. I will remove them personally.”

Qi Si saw the smile in the male’s eyes. He shuddered.

“I want to lock him by my side,” Samuel continued. “And torture him slowly.”

Qi Si’s hand shook so much he could barely hold his pen. The holographic recorder transmitted this footage in real-time back to the Association headquarters.

Samuel smiled slightly. “Just record it exactly as I said.”

As he spoke these words, Samuel felt a surge of intense self-loathing. However, in this Zerg society where the strong preyed on the weak, perhaps playing the role of a cruel male was the only way to gain enough power to change anything. At least for now.

After a long silence, Qi Si heard his own dry voice: “It will be recorded exactly.”

Samuel leaned back into his chair with satisfaction. As the sunlight spilled back in, he returned to his gentle and refined appearance.

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