After Transmigrating into a Mermaid, I Was Picked Up by an Evil Dragon - Chapter 5

Outside the Phoenix.

The cylindrical machines bored deep into the crust of Enceladus, humming as they probed the terrain.

Number Nine was standing stiffly in the center of the sandy expanse, assisting everyone with the survey work. Its black panel was covered in red dust.

“Hurry it up, fellas, I’m about to melt out here,” Number Nine grumbled to the soldiers. Suddenly, an alarm blared from its body:

[Beep! Target subject’s 8 vital signs have exceeded the safety range—]

“Holy crap!!!” Having read all the data in a split second, Number Nine shut off the alarm and screamed toward the distance: “Evan! The Boss turned into a dragon!!!”

Turned into a dragon? Everyone looked bewildered. Number Nine had already cranked its small motor to the max, sliding toward the spaceship’s hatch like a blur of afterimages.

Evan dropped his handheld instrument and caught up to the flying panel in two or three strides.

Taking the light elevator would take too long; the bug and the panel opted for a short-range photonic transmission. Within half a minute, they arrived at the dedicated LAN cabin floor.

“What’s going on?” Evan slammed a fist against the door. “Open the damn door!”

He was shouting at Number Nine. Number Nine controlled everything on the ship; the large black panel was merely its most commonly used shell.

“Uh, my high-level permissions inside the room have been revoked,” Number Nine said sheepishly.

All because it had talked a bit too much.

“Move!” Evan didn’t bother asking why; he seemed used to it. Number Nine scrambled back.

The Zerg’s spiritual power surged, and in an instant, Evan transformed into a dark “Gundam.” He raised a curved long leg, sharp as a steel blade, and delivered a ruthless kick.

The alloy door was incredibly sturdy, yet it was defenseless against the Zerg’s strength. The door frame tore apart, and the entire door collapsed with a thunderous crash.

The next moment, the Zerg stumbled and swooshed back into human form.

“Your stamina is that bad? Only ten seconds?” Number Nine asked in surprise, but it couldn’t care less right now and rushed straight into the bedroom.

With a darkened face, Evan covered his nose and mouth, following through the room filled with the crisp, cold scent of ice and snow.

As he reached the bedroom door, he heard heavy breathing and other ambiguous sounds coming from inside, causing his cheeks to flush.

Pheromones are a nightmare!

He had zero interest in a live broadcast of AO mating, but he was truly worried about LAN. Steeling his heart, he went in.

“Dead bug, come help me!” Number Nine was propping LAN up so he could sit on the edge of the bed. Evan didn’t move, staring at the scene of the accident.

The beautiful little merman lay collapsed on the floor, several bloody gashes on his neck, already unconscious. LAN’s face was flushed, his shirt torn, one hand gripping the back of his neck as blood seeped through his fingers. Black dragon wings hung limply behind him.

His dragon tail had actually emerged as well, slender and soft, coiling around his thigh.

Evan: “…” Without a word, he pulled out a particle gun and aimed it at the little merman on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Number Nine was about to check LAN’s wound when it saw this and blocked him. “Let’s show some humanity here!”

Six crimson vertical pupils sprouted on Evan’s face: “I’m a bug, not a human! What do I need humanity for!”

He was about to pull the trigger.

“Stop,” LAN commanded in a muffled voice. His illness made it difficult for him to maintain a semi-dragonized state; he looked quite weak at the moment.

“You’re allergic to Alphas, and he actually dared to mark you!” The white-haired Zerg refused to lower his gun.

Number Nine took out a miniature integrated medical wand from its body and began scanning LAN.

“There was no marking,” LAN said after a long pause, looking at his blood-stained hand.

Evan: “?”

Number Nine: “?”

“He seems… not to understand pheromone injection,” LAN’s expression was somewhat strange. “He just simply bit me.”

Evan: “…”

Number Nine: “…”

“The gland and surrounding tissues are severely damaged. Even if there was no injection, there will be a small amount of residual pheromones. Don’t move,” Number Nine said, pressing down on LAN as he tried to stand up.

Everyone fell into silence. Evan looked at the little merman on the floor, his face full of conflict.

Number Nine rambled while performing the check-up: “Boss, you didn’t do this on purpose, did you? You’re the former Great General of the Empire, a top-tier Mega-O who can take down a dozen peak Alphas with one hand.”

It was a machine by nature; if it calculated even a one-in-ten-thousand chance, it would definitely warn LAN.

But it was also highly humanized. Usually, it acted according to human thought patterns and didn’t think there would be any real problem letting LAN be alone with a D-class Alpha.

Who knew such a low-probability event would actually happen?

And he’d been chewed up until he was bloody thankfully it was just surface-level; it would heal in a day or two.

Evan looked apologetic: “It’s my fault. A spy of unknown origin… I should have interrogated him with you.”

“Oh, please,” Number Nine said, silently mocking him: Mr. Ten-Seconds.

Evan remained silent.

After a quick check, Number Nine retracted the medical wand. “No obvious allergic reaction detected. But for safety’s sake, Boss, you need to come to the medical room with me for a deep scan. The wound also needs to be cleaned and dressed. How do you feel now?”

LAN sensed his condition: “It’s fine.”

Number Nine immediately switched to a sleazy tone: “What exactly happened between you two? Can you tell us?”

LAN looked calmly at the black panel.

Number Nine: [.] Never mind, I won’t ask.

LAN said briefly: “An Ming has Rut Syndrome. After biting me… he fainted. Let him continue to rest.”

The meaning was clear. He didn’t intend to pursue the little merman; the suspicion of being a spy was temporarily set aside to take care of him first.

Since he was to be treated with courtesy, leaving the little merman lying on the floor wouldn’t do; he had to be moved to the bed.

Evan didn’t question LAN’s decision, but he crossed his arms and said, “I am a soldier caste. It is inconvenient for me to carry an Alpha to bed.”

LAN’s dragon wings and tail had already retracted, and the redness on his face had faded. Clearly, he didn’t want any more physical contact with the little merman for the time being either.

Both of them looked at Number Nine.

Number Nine, being a non-carbon-based lifeform, didn’t care at all. Its metal arms scooped up the little merman and placed him on the bed. Meanwhile, it tutted: “No wonder the Boss was willing to let this weak little merman bite him. He’s so fair and tender, truly good-looking… I want to get a shell like this too.”

It had calculated several times, and the conclusion was always the same: This was a consensual adult game, just a bit dangerous and stimulating.

Tsk. It had been with LAN since it was created, and in all that time, it never realized the Boss had a hidden masochistic streak.

Evan, however, remained suspicious: “Is his spiritual power really D-class?” Otherwise, how could LAN be attacked by such a weak Alpha?

“Hmph,” Number Nine gave the Zerg a sideways glance. “You have no sense of romance.”

LAN did not explain, giving a cold command: “To the medical room. Evan, speed up the survey progress. Complete all work within 24 hours. We leave as soon as possible.”

“Yes, sir!” The handsome Zerg gave a military salute.

Number Nine and LAN went to the dedicated medical room on the same floor. Evan quickly returned to the exterior of the ship and adjusted the survey plan with the soldiers to finish everything within a day.

His heart was worried about LAN. After setting the tasks, he was about to leave when he was stopped by the others.

“The Boss dragonized?”

Those who came along this time were the brothers LAN had gathered earliest. Their ranks weren’t necessarily the highest, but they were certainly the most loyal.

Everyone knew that LAN was a rare human-dragon hybrid Omega. The dragon blood made LAN stronger, but it brought a negative side effect: occasional “dragonization.” Dragon scales would grow on his body, dragon wings would sprout from his back, and a dragon tail would appear behind him. But he could not fully transform into a dragon.

Incomplete dragonization was extremely taxing on spiritual power and was avoided whenever possible.

“He was bitten on the back of the neck by the merman, which triggered it,” Evan replied.

“What?! Is it serious?” everyone asked in shock.

They also knew LAN had a special constitution and was allergic to all Alpha pheromones. He had always been single and had never had a partner.

“The marking wasn’t successful,” Evan said.

“Oh.” Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and started talking at once. “Well, dragonization is quite draining. Let the Boss rest; we guarantee the mission will be completed perfectly!”

If there was no marking, there would naturally be no allergy. Even if a temporary mark had been made, it would only be an allergy for a day or two. Number Nine was an all-purpose AI with excellent medical skills; it could restore LAN to health in an hour.

It was just a pity the Boss couldn’t get close to any Alpha. Then again, the Boss was too dominant and rarely smiled; even the brothers who had followed him for years were still a bit intimidated. Even without the allergy, few Alphas would dare approach him.

Relieved about LAN, the group began to worry about An Ming.

“Did the little brother eat a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall? How did he dare bite the Boss?”

“And the Boss actually let him run wild?”

“Just between us, the Boss’s pheromones are so… right? Like a knife! Piercingly cold!”

“Once I smell it, I just want to hide. The little brother actually bit him? I don’t get it.”

Evan tried to leave but was dragged back and questioned further: “Is the interrogation finished? We don’t want him to be cleared of spy charges only to be hit with a sexual assault charge!”

Evan felt both annoyed and amused: “Are you guys so sure he isn’t a spy? He did indeed violate the Boss.”

The crowd waved their hands dismissively: “Eh, did the spy cause any actual impact? Maybe a bite was just for fun? Look at the little brother’s face is there anything that can’t be forgiven?”

They were just talking big; the actual handling would be decided by the Boss and the Zerg adjutant.

Evan: “…” You bunch of traitorous face-worshippers.

He flipped them a middle finger and walked away.

As he rode the light elevator up, Evan stared into the void, dazed.

Actually, he wasn’t targeting the little merman. When he first saw An Ming, he had also been stunned by his beauty. And through their brief contact, he could feel that An Ming was not just beautiful on the outside, but possessed a genuine innocence of heart.

He could like An Ming too, as long as he didn’t hurt LAN. He and LAN were brothers who had faced death together; LAN had saved him, and he had sworn to protect LAN.

But…

LAN wasn’t just allergic to Alphas.

This was an absolute secret. Besides LAN himself, only he and Number Nine knew.

LAN had been severely injured; his spiritual sea was gravely withered. Number Nine had optimistically calculated that he only had three years of life remaining.

And in this world, there was no cure.

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