After Transmigrating into a Mermaid, I Was Picked Up by an Evil Dragon - Chapter 3

An Ming was completely stunned.

He understood every word Lan said, but he couldn’t comprehend the meaning.

Empire? Spy? Mince him up?!

He didn’t understand how this angel’s attitude could suddenly pull a 180-degree turn, becoming as sinister as a demon…

In the three days since he had crossed into this world, he had been subjected to subhuman abuse, living in a constant state of panic and unease.

Lan was the only kindness he had encountered.

As it turned out, was even this kindness a lie?

An Ming couldn’t hold it together any longer. His nose prickled, and the water he had just replenished turned entirely into crystalline tears, falling pitter-patter to the ground.

Once the levee of tears broke, it was impossible to restrain; they flowed out in a torrential flood as if they cost nothing.

LAN hadn’t expected the little spy to be scared into tears so abruptly, and a strange sensation rose within him.

His original certainty became extremely uncertain.

The Unit Nine screen timely displayed a distressed face T_T, its mechanical voice saying, “According to my ninety-nine calculations, the conclusion is always ‘spy.’ Boss, since you had a premonition too, why do you care if he’s thirsty?”

It turned toward the Zerg: “Evan, I want a hug.”

“Get lost, no,” the dark-skinned insect replied.

LAN, unsure of what to do, heard this and said, “Spies aren’t allowed to drink water? You lack humanity.”

Unit Nine, still depressed from Evan’s rejection, reacted with a: “?”

You’re the one talking about mincing the kid’s tail, and you’re lecturing me on humanity?

It didn’t dare to confront LAN directly, so it loudly defended itself: “I’m plenty human, okay? Since you care about him, he’s very hungry right now and needs to eat as soon as possible. He also… his susceptibility period has arrived! He must avoid extreme emotional fluctuations!”

LAN: “…”

Unit Nine slid back a small step. Wait, am I about to get hit?

Instead, LAN said, “It was my oversight. Take him to the interrogation room, let him eat his fill first.”

Evan said nothing, never questioning LAN’s decisions. He stepped forward to grab An Ming.

“Wait,” LAN said again. “Actually, send him to my room. Let him relax in a comfortable environment; I will interrogate him personally and slowly.”

Before Evan could act, he added once more: “I’ll do it myself.”

Unit Nine’s screen: ? ? ?

An Ming had stopped crying, looking at LAN with eyes as red and swollen as walnuts.

His gaze grew more and more resentful, but then his stomach let out a “gurgle” a loud hunger pang.

The atmosphere became eerily silent and awkward.

LAN said coldly, “Go inside, hurry up.”

An Ming shuddered. LAN’s feet were already moving, so he quickly followed behind.

LAN led An Ming away.

As the hatch closed, the soldiers breathed a long sigh of relief. Great! The little brother didn’t kick the bucket! Sob, sob, the little brother cried so pitifully! Boss, you better keep your eyes open how could such a cute little brother be a spy?

Evan stayed behind to help everyone install the survey equipment, while Unit Nine turned into a supervisor, shouting indignantly: “Snap to it! Finish up quickly so we can leave this godforsaken, desolate planet!”

The Phoenix was even larger than it looked. An Ming followed all the way, passing through a vast open area used for assembly at the entrance, then taking an optical elevator up several floors. Finally, after passing through a long corridor and several auto-ID alloy doors, they arrived in front of LAN’s room.

“Only I live on this floor,” the door opened automatically, and LAN’s voice softened considerably. “Go in, don’t be too nervous.”

The problem was, how could he not be nervous when entering a confined space alone with the villain who had just threatened to mince his tail?

An Ming entered obediently, his heart drumming in his chest. He didn’t dare lift his head; wherever the big villain walked, he followed, and wherever the big villain told him to sit, he sat.

Just as he sat down in a chair, a cup of warm water was pressed into his hand. An Ming was startled.

“Don’t cry anymore. Growing scales on your legs while dehydrated is bad for your health.”

“…Oh.” An Ming held the water cup with both hands, his eyes darting around sneakily. He saw that the surroundings were decorated like a minimalist living room, with a sofa and coffee table bolted to the floor. He was currently sitting in the dining area.

So growing scales on my legs is a physical damage response, not because I’m turning into a tail… Speaking of which, what does my tail look like? I haven’t seen it since I crossed over.

The big villain didn’t leave after handing over the water; his lean calves, encased in leather military boots, stood right beside An Ming.

An Ming lowered his head and drank the water apprehensively, feeling that the sound of his swallowing was far too loud.

Just then, there was movement at the door. The pair of military boots immediately moved away and returned shortly after, followed by an automated meal cart.

There was a photon panel on the side of the cart, and Unit Nine’s voice rang out: “Bread, beef, vegetable puree, and a bag of human Alpha-specific nutrient solution. There isn’t any for Merfolk.”

“Okay, thank you, Nine,” LAN said.

Unit Nine: “…You’re welcome.” Why is the Boss in a good mood again?

“Ahem, well, call me if you need anything. This AI is omnipresent.” Unit Nine placed the food trays down, and its four wheels rumbled as it rolled away.

The door closed again. LAN saw An Ming clutching his water cup, not daring to move. Just as he was about to speak, a voice came from the speaker on the cabin wall: “Boss! Almost forgot! Evan just asked me to pass a message he’s worried about a lone Alpha and Omega being together! Fine, I’m the one worried! Even though you don’t show any signs of a heat period and you’ve taken suppressants, An Ming is—”

The wall speaker was cut off.

LAN lowered his wrist and said, “Eat.”

An Ming was already starving, so he immediately began to scarf down the food. However, his mind was caught by that phrase “lone Alpha and Omega.”

He was secretly astonished. He was an Alpha, that was correct so, was Blue an Omega?

An Ming’s memory of the book’s plot was a jumbled mess; he couldn’t recall it as easily as his own memories and had to dedicate mental energy to reviewing it. He knew the basic ABO settings: Alphas were generally strong and aggressive, while Omegas were generally delicate, could be marked by Alphas, and possessed the ability to become pregnant.

He couldn’t help but wonder how Blue, as an Omega, managed to become the leader of a group of fierce Alphas. He also felt that this setting was vaguely familiar.

However, the book also mentioned that Omegas had glands at the back of their necks that were usually closed. As long as they weren’t in heat and used suppressants, a strong Omega with high mental power wouldn’t be noticeably different from an Alpha.

Perhaps Blue was a very powerful Omega the kind who could easily take down a strong Alpha.

But if he was that strong, why weren’t there any major or minor characters in the book named “Blue”? Blue looked so outstanding and had such extraordinary looks; he shouldn’t be a nameless character.

Blue, Blue… An Ming chewed on the food and the name simultaneously, feeling as though he had missed some vital piece of information.

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking and focused entirely on the food in front of him.

He ate the beef and tried a sip of the nutrient solution. The taste was mediocre, like watered-down milk not as sweet as Blue smelled.

Speaking of which, Blue really did smell good. Sitting next to him now, from such a short distance, it was even more noticeable.

It was cool and refreshing, yet carried a hint of fragrance and sweetness.

Food has a way of soothing the soul, and a pleasant body scent even more so. As An Ming ate, the persistent, restless heat deep within his body lessened, and his mood relaxed.

LAN sat to the side watching An Ming eat with his head down. Looking at the soft, ink-blue whorl of hair on the top of his head, LAN couldn’t help but ponder.

How could there be such a spy?

Do spies cry? Do they fail to offer a single word of defense? Would a spy be so timid they didn’t even dare to look at him?

The blue-gray short hair, the porcelain little face, the eyes still slightly swollen from crying but still beautifully shaped… would a spy look this exquisite?

Furthermore, this little merman was too weak. He was in his susceptibility period, yet he had absolutely no scent of pheromones; he just smelled very fresh. He looked filthy and seemed to haven’t bathed in a long time, yet he didn’t stink.

His group of Alpha subordinates, after thirty minutes of training, would start leaking all sorts of pheromones, smelling like a swamp.

Who would send such a conspicuous spy?

It had been over a year since he broke away from the Human Empire and established the Rebel Army, and he had always kept his identity a well-guarded secret. The Human Emperor… shouldn’t know he was alive.

Perhaps it really was a misunderstanding.

An Ming was truly hungry. In a short while, he had eaten everything clean, leaving not a crumb on the plate, and he drank all the nutrient solution.

He gently set down his knife and fork, lifted his eyelids to peek at LAN, then quickly lowered his gaze again.

“I’ve finished eating. You can ask your questions now.”

An Ming wasn’t that afraid of Blue anymore. Although the two traffickers had died mysteriously and he didn’t know how he had broken the iron cage, as long as Blue wasn’t mean to him and interrogated him fairly, he would definitely cooperate. He should be able to prove his innocence, right?

LAN looked at the obedient little merman before him. He fell into a silent contemplation, trying to figure out how to phrase his questions so as not to scare the boy again.

Finally, LAN spoke: “You only need to explain what you know.”

He paused, then added: “I will not harm the innocent. I will only judge you as a spy if I have sufficient evidence.”

“If you are not, I will find a planet in a nearby sector with a mild climate, rich resources, and kind residents, and leave you there.”

“I promise to settle you in before I leave.”

An Ming couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Really?” It took three seconds for it to sink in. Blue wasn’t just letting him go; he was going to help settle him?

To be honest, while he was in the cage, An Ming had wondered how he would survive in this strange interstellar world if he ever escaped. He was truly worried.

Now, with Blue’s words, he was overjoyed.

“Thank you!” An Ming finally dared to lift his face and look LAN directly in the eye, saying happily, “I swear I’m really not a spy! I don’t even—”

His words came to a grinding halt. He stood there with his mouth wide open, the word “know” stuck in his throat.

“Hmm?” LAN was waiting for An Ming to finish his sentence. The little merman had just bared two rows of neat white teeth, smiling at him from the bottom of his heart, blooming with the purest smile in the world.

“Your… your eyes…” An Ming’s little face turned deathly pale.

Under the artificial lights, LAN was watching him with golden-green vertical pupils.

A pair of eyes with golden-green irises and sharp, vertical slits for pupils.

These were absolutely not human characteristics.

And An Ming was certain that when they were outside the ship, Blue had normal, circular eyes of a clear azure blue. The eyes of a human.

He had already seen the six eyes of the Zerg, Evan, so it wasn’t a disgust or rejection of vertical pupils themselves, but rather…

An uneasy feeling surged in the depths of An Ming’s heart.

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