I Transmigrated Into The Secret Husband Of The Zerg Marshal - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Startling Transmigration

Arnold bound himself to the bed.

His hands were clenched into fists behind his back, his knuckles white from the strain, as he tried hard to calm himself.

As the Federation’s youngest Marshal, he had never retreated on the battlefield, yet in this situation, he wanted to run away, but he had to endure.

The fingers of the unfamiliar male insect gently stroked his jaw, carrying a unique soothing pheromone.

Arnold closed his eyes, desperately trying to accept every touch.

However, just as the male insect was about to undo his shirt buttons, Arnold suddenly opened his eyes, instantly snapping all the restraints. He strode out, pushing the door open without a backward glance.

Outside the door, the medical officer had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Arnold’s appearance, he couldn’t help but let out a long sigh.

“This is the fifth time now.”

The medical officer shook his head, his tone laced with helplessness.

“Lord Luolai is the one we could find on the main planet who was willing to cooperate with you, and he had the highest compatibility with you—a full 50% chance of you completely accepting him, and yet it failed as well…”

Arnold stopped, standing in the center of the corridor with his back to the medical officer.

“…You also know that only the male insect’s pheromones can soothe your nerves and delay your death.”

“Marshal, your nervous system is severely disordered, and the situation is not optimistic.”

The medical officer stepped forward when he saw him stop.

“Although the ultimate fate of military females, who constantly contend with war, is often death from excessive exhaustion leading to uncontrollable neural disruption, given your current condition, I’m afraid…”

“I know. I’m giving up on treating myself. Just like my female father.”

Arnold interrupted him. “But don’t I still have three standard years?”

“That time is enough for me to train an heir.”

Arnold spoke and then started walking away again. “Since I can’t find a suitable male insect on the main planet, I’ll go to the desolate stars myself.”

…

I, Chen Jiuliu, a 996 programmer and office worker, had a heart attack and “popped” into a new world.

One second, I was working overtime late, my computer screen flashing with dense lines of code and the product manager’s nth rejection of a requirement.

The next second, a blinding white light flashed in my face! I reopened my eyes, and here I was, sitting down.

The surrounding walls were cold, metallic, and there wasn’t a single window. I looked up; the light source on the ceiling illuminated the entire room, cold and precise like an operating room.

Unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar body… No, this familiar lower back pain, this familiar stiff neck, and this damned, centuries-long-feeling exhaustion…

I transmigrated, and I’m still a worn-out office worker!

This is outrageous!

Anger flared in my chest, and I slammed my fist onto the metal desk in front of me!

“—Thud!” The desk didn’t move an inch, but my hand bone nearly declared itself broken on the spot!

“Hiss—!” My body curled up like a shrimp, drawing sharp breaths from the pain.

This damned place! Even a desk is against me!

I straightened up, shaking my hand furiously, and scanned the room.

As an experienced office worker, no matter where I am, the first priority is to confirm my identity and job description.

Where’s my employee ID? Where’s my cubicle? Where’s my… labor contract?!

Yes, the labor contract! I must see which damned capitalist is making me work even after death!

My gaze locked onto the only thing on the desk—a “tablet” glowing with an ethereal blue light. I snatched it up. The icy touch sent a shiver down my spine.

The moment my fingertips touched the screen, it automatically lit up. A bold, oversized title nearly blinded me.

《Labor Contract》? No.

It clearly displayed five large characters—《Confidential Marriage Agreement》

I rubbed my eyes and leaned closer, afraid I was hallucinating from working overtime.

White paper, black text, and even a stamp so red it looked like it was made of blood.

Party A: Female Insect, Arnold Augustus.

Party B: Male Insect, Leonard.

Me: “…”

Nani, I’m called Leonard now?

And what is this, marriage?!

My head buzzed, like a server being hit by a million lines of buggy code, completely crashing. I never imagined that I, a seasoned single man who could verbally spar with a room full of relatives during Chinese New Year, would start my new life by getting married, and to an… Insect?

My trembling hand scrolled down. The agreement content flashed by quickly, arriving at the signature section.

Agreement Term: Lifelong.

Job Description: To act as the Male Lord of the female military insect, Marshal Arnold Augustus, and fulfill all the duties required of a Male Lord, while maintaining a “Confidential Marriage” status externally.

Compensation: Room and board provided, with basic living necessities.

…

What did I just read? Marshal? Female Military Insect?

So, my official job in this Zerg world is not coding or writing PPTs, but to be an…

Confidential Husband to a military big shot? The kind that’s hidden and can’t be presented in public?

Then why even get married?!

I was stunned, an utterly absurd feeling washing over me.

Wait, bro… what’s your angle?

You, a dignified Zerg Marshal with military power—your name sounds imposing—need to find a physically weak former programmer like me for a contract marriage? And a confidential one at that? Do you have some unspeakable secret, or are you just bored with life and looking for some excitement?

108 melodramatic, over-the-top scripts flashed through my mind, each enough to make me die of shock right where I stood.

No, this information overload is too much. My CPU is burning up.

In a panic, I instinctively fumbled around the desk and actually found a familiar, stainless steel thermos.

I twisted the lid open, and a puff of warm steam, mixed with the sweet scent of goji berries and red dates, wafted toward me.

“Sip… Hah.”

The familiar smell finally gave me a tiny sense of belonging in this bizarre world.

Just as I was clutching the thermos, trying to use this small stainless steel object to counter the cruel reality, a cold, emotionless electronic voice echoed in the room.

Identity confirmed: Leonard. The agreement automatically took effect 37 seconds ago.

Male Lord, please prepare to fulfill your first obligation.

My movement, holding the thermos, froze. A mouthful of goji water was stuck halfway down my throat.

The first… obligation?

What obligation?

Before I could ask, the metal door on my right side made a low mechanical whirring sound and smoothly slid open.

A fierce sense of pressure instantly flooded the entire room!

Some kind of scent drifted in, smelling like ripe green grapes in summer—a little sweet, a little intoxicating.

…

At that moment, I still didn’t know the official term for this stuff was pheromones, used to help female and male insects pair up.

While I was pondering, a deep, hoarse male voice sounded from behind me.

“It’s been a long time. My Male Lord, have you cleaned up?”