I Transmigrated Into The Secret Husband Of The Zerg Marshal - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: What the Hell

I, Chen Jiuliu, former programmer and current expectant Male Insect, was led out of my luxury VIP presidential suite without resistance by that granite-faced Female Insect.

As I walked, my brain was racing with calculations.

Physical training—in my two decades of life, that phrase was synonymous with running 800 meters until my lungs felt like they were coming up, or doing sit-ups until I couldn’t get out of bed the next day, or the public humiliation of failing to do a single pull-up.

For F-level me, wouldn’t it be instant scrap metal?

No, I had to save myself!

“Uh… Coach,” I tried to cozy up to him. “My name is Chen Jiuliu. What do I call you?”

The granite man stared straight ahead, his pace unwavering: “Code name, K47.”

“…That’s a rather niche name,” I gave two dry laughs. “K47, look at my frail body. Years of sitting have made my neck and lower back incredibly brittle. Shouldn’t we take things slow? Maybe start with… office calisthenics?”

K47 finally stopped and turned to look at me.

I waited for his response. Instead, his face remained expressionless as he pointed to a metal door in front of us that was thicker and heavier than my room door:

“The training room has arrived.”

The door hissed open to both sides.

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

Behind the door was a training facility so vast and empty it could house ten Boeing 747s. The ceiling was so high I couldn’t see the top. The walls were covered with dark gray sound-absorbing material, and the floor was made of some kind of black, elastic, colloidal fiber.

Scattered across the floor were various pieces of intimidating equipment. Some looked like giant treadmills studded with plastic tubes; others resembled hydraulic presses that could flatten a person; and another… looked disturbingly like an Iron Maiden.

I was horrified. At this sight, I’d believe it was a biochemical testing and modification chamber rather than a training room!

This wasn’t training; this was clearly an attempt to forcibly upgrade my F-level garbage code to S-level, skipping the D, E, F, G… and countless other versions in between. It was bound to explode! My calves started cramping, and every step felt like walking on cotton.

“Your Excellency, please proceed to the center of the floor,” K47’s voice sounded, devoid of any emotion.

I’m done for. I was probably going to die here today. Arnold, you black-hearted capitalist! For the sake of your family’s genes, you’re going to push your only Party B to the brink! I’ll haunt you even as a ghost! I’ve even decided on our child’s name: “Chen Playful” (Chen Huiwan), to commemorate the day his father was toyed with to death by you!

“Your Excellency, please lie down.” K47 pointed to the seemingly ordinary black colloidal floor beneath my feet.

Lie down?

What kind of new torture was this? Would the floor suddenly connect to a hundred thousand volts of high voltage once I lay down, calling it electroshock therapy to activate my cells?

“Lying… lying down for what?” My voice trembled.

“To begin the first exercise: Deep Relaxation of the Male Insect’s Spiritual Sea,” K47’s tone was as serious as if announcing a crucial military order.

Me: “…Huh?”

I suspected my ears had a bug.

Relaxation? This is physical training? Does your Zerg language have some kind of encryption I don’t know about?

“Please follow the command, Your Excellency,” K47 repeated, his gaze, like an electronic eye, remaining utterly flat.

Fine, one swift slice of the blade or a slow one. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, and resignedly lay spread-eagle on the cold colloidal floor.

Bring it on! Electrocute me! If I, Chen Jiuliu, even so much as flinch, I lose!

However, the expected current and pain never came.

The moment I lay down, the hard colloidal floor suddenly softened, like a giant, warm, blinking piece of jelly, perfectly conforming to the curves of my body.

A gentle warmth radiated from my lower back and neck. The aches and pains that had been my companions for over a decade actually began to subside.

Next, the lights in the entire training room dimmed. Above the dome, the exact same, slowly flowing, magnificent starscape from my room’s window appeared.

Ethereal, melancholic music, like whales singing in the deep sea, surrounded me from all directions.

I was completely dumbfounded.

This… this is physical training? Isn’t this the floating tank experience I paid five hundred dollars a session for in my past life? All that’s missing is some aromatherapy!

“Your Excellency, please empty your mind and adjust your breathing to the music’s frequency,” K47’s voice was like a hypnotist’s. “Today’s training goal is to achieve initial synchronization between your spiritual power and your physical body. The effective sleep duration needs to reach one standard stellar hour.”

Effective… sleep?

I was completely stunned.

So, my primary training task today was… sleeping?

I sharply opened my eyes, trying to sit up, but the jelly-like floor enveloped my body, making it impossible to exert any force.

“Coach K47,” I tried to relax and joke with him. “Is this your physical training? Sleeping? Then in my past life, wasn’t I undergoing intense special training every day?”

“No, Your Excellency,” a flicker of emotion appeared in K47’s voice for the first time, though it quickly returned to calm. He sounded like a patient teacher instructing a perpetually questioning hatchling. “Ordinary sleep is only shallow physical dormancy. What you are doing now is letting your spiritual power actively evolve your physical functions. This is the Federation’s most efficient recovery method, developed for the rare Male Insect physique.”

Rare Male Insect…

Those four words again.

I felt like I’d been slapped awake by a basin of cold water.

I forgot; I wasn’t here to be a soldier. I was here to be a… mascot.

For an F-level “rare waste product,” sending him to run and lift weights would be murder, not training. Keeping him well-fed, well-slept, and in good health is the highest KPI.

My Marshal confidential husband, Arnold… he wasn’t trying to forge a battle-ready soldier. He was trying to nurture a good… cough, a prize breeding stud who could provide high-quality genes!

An unprecedented sense of absurdity and humiliation instantly swept over me.

I, Chen Jiuliu, a top programmer who lived by his brain, transmigrated to an alien world, and my sole value was determined by how well I could sleep?

My struggles, my resistance, all my past efforts felt like a joke at this moment.

Lying in this warm, cursed, high-tech jelly, listening to whales sing and watching the fake stars above, I felt like a piece of pork belly waiting to be marinated.

All the anger, unwillingness, and terror eventually settled into a massive, suffocating humiliation.

I, Chen Jiuliu, IQ 150, top IT elite, died from overwork, transmigrated to the Zerg, and my ultimate life value is—sleep well, keep healthy, and then have a baby?

Go to hell. This is absolutely not the value of my life!