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In the year Loren turned 28, he finally exacted his long-awaited revenge. Once his spirit finally relaxed, he passed away.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a dim basement. Before him stood a man so beautiful that it felt unreal, possessing long, straight black hair and a pair of violet eyes. The man was disheveled, his body covered in mottled blue and purple bruises. He was suspended high by ropes in a posture that invited solicitation. On the wall behind him hung a collection of shackles, whips, and blades.
Loren: “?” Which crime scene had he transmigrated into?
As a flood of chaotic information rushed into his mind, he realized he had transmigrated into the Zerg Verse. He was now the Third Prince of the Insect Emperor, a D-rank “trash” Male who was arrogant, domineering, and prone to fits of madness. The scene in the basement was nothing more than the Male’s daily pastime.
Loren did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he calmly picked up the sharpest blade and cut the ropes binding the man.
Cyril was the Empire’s youngest and most formidable General. He had used medical means to seal his collapsing spiritual sea and disguised himself as a weak, powerless Female Slave to infiltrate the Federation.
His original plan was to be offered to the Second Prince by the nobility, allowing him to scout military secrets within the mansion. However, everything was ruined by that useless, playboy Third Prince, who forcibly demanded him from the nobles and locked him in this dark, damp basement. Now, tightly bound, Cyril waited for the wall of torture devices to be used on him one by one.
It did not matter. He had a hundred ways to escape this place, even if it cost him half his life. However, why was this Third Prince, Loren, different from what he expected?
Later on, a D-rank “trash” Male and a “useless” Female with no spiritual power managed to live comfortably within the lethal environment of the Imperial Court.
Cyril: “So, you are not actually crazy?” Loren: “Of course not. But do not be biased against crazy people.” Cyril: “I will not. I am a madman myself.” Loren: “?”
Even later, Loren finally realized just how “mad” Cyril could be. When Loren kissed Cyril’s collarbone and lightly brushed his fingers against the skin of his lower back, Cyril suddenly flipped over, pinning him to the sofa. The madness he had suppressed for so long erupted in his eyes. He said, “Do not move. I will do it.”
Loren stood there dazed: “Wait, am I not the Male here?” Cyril caressed the corner of Loren’s reddened eyes, his voice calm yet tinged with frenzy. He asked, “You said that in your world, some people ‘bottom’ for love. Do you not love me?” Loren stood there dazed: “How am I supposed to answer this life-or-death question?”
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One-sentence Summary: The Prince’s Female Slave turns out to be the scheming General of the enemy nation.
Theme: Love is the ultimate remedy for healing trauma.
