The Dormitory’s Unlucky Soul Transmigrates into the Zerg World - Chapter 13

“Because I like you.”

Yi Xuan spat out the water he had just been drinking.

“It is nothing. I just burned my tongue.” Seeing Yi Xuan’s intense reaction, Mislert started to stand up, but Yi Xuan cut him off prematurely.

He kept a cold face, the relaxed demeanor from earlier completely vanished. He said to Mislert, “You should go back first. I will give you an answer in a few days.”

“Alright.” Mislert’s words of concern remained unspoken as he was dismissed. He followed Xiao Dingdang out, feeling aggrieved, and finally left under Yi Xuan’s cold gaze.

Once inside the room and certain the Zerg had gone, Yi Xuan jumped up and threw himself onto the soft lazy sofa nearby.

He could no longer keep up his composure. Burying his head in the sofa, he wore an expression of complete collapse.

Ah!

I am done for! The mute has actually spoken his confession!

This is not right. It is more than just wrong!

What kind of person that guy is, if others do not know, how could I, the creator, not know?

What is happening right now?

Rebirth, time travel, possession, soul swapping?

No, it is highly likely a rebirth. There is only a tiny chance that he is a quest player.

Yi Xuan’s mind began to storm. Every piece of Mislert’s strange behavior today suddenly became clear.

He had said Mislert was acting strangely today. The way he looked at him was wrong—very wrong. He had not understood it before, but now that he thought about it, was that not the way one looks at a long-lost lover?

And that aggrieved expression? Was that not the exact method Mislert used later in the story to try and make him stay?

I am done for. What should I do now?

He had originally intended to avoid repeating the tragedy of the original plot by getting a divorce immediately. But the person in front of him was the Mislert who had been married, forced into a divorce, suspected of being abandoned, lived alone for a long time, and then was reborn.

Yi Xuan frowned in distress, reaching up to tug at his hair in frustration.

Although he had set his own endgame to be returning to Earth to continue his life after finding a way, he had set a much more miserable ending for Mislert.

After Mislert could no longer find a trace of him, he had searched countless planets, big and small, but found nothing.

It is well known that a female Zerg’s mental sea requires regular guidance and care from a male Zerg. Before the divorce, he and Mislert had not been together for a long time, and even their regular mental maintenance was merely simple cleaning, not deep guidance. Thus, when Mislert suffered his seventh mental breakdown after refusing guidance from other males, his mental sea completely collapsed. Even in his final moments before death, Mislert was still thinking of his Lord, thinking about how he was wrong.

He had left this world filled with regret.

It was so tragic.

Yi Xuan admitted that he had written it that way specifically to move readers to tears, but now, Yi Xuan was breaking out in a cold sweat.

No one had ever told him that writing a transmigration novel would actually lead to real transmigration! And to make matters worse, the “debt of love” from his past life was still carrying all those memories.

How am I supposed to play this game?

Seeking a way to return to Earth quickly. Waiting online. This is urgent!

Yi Xuan was close to pulling his hair out without finding a good solution, while on the other side, Mislert’s situation was no better.

Since returning home, he had buried himself in his study and had not come out. While staring at the unprocessed documents, he was expressionlessly sorting through everything that happened today.

He would never forget the scene of their first meeting in his past life, but everything that happened today was telling him that something had gone wrong.

At first, he thought it was a chain reaction caused by his rebirth. He had not taken the divorce notice seriously at first, because his Lord had often joked about it with him. He had said that if he had not met him, he might have broken off the engagement himself upon learning of the arranged marriage.

His Lord had said he would never be willing to spend his life with a Zerg he did not love.

But today’s Lord was completely different from their first meeting in his past life. The love in his eyes had vanished entirely, leaving only coldness and detachment. Even the final order to leave was something that made him want to escape in pain.

He had even questioned whether the Zerg he met today was truly his Lord. But his habits and his soft heart convinced him that the Zerg before him was the very Lord he had spent over a hundred years searching for. But why? Why did he not want him anymore?

Everything was not like this in the beginning.

Could it be that my Lord was also reborn?

Mislert’s hand stopped in mid-air, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Once doubt takes root, the truth is not far behind.

Mislert felt he had found the truth, but he did not want to admit it. If it was truly a Lord who had been reborn, they would never reconcile. Never. There might not even be a possibility for it.

His Lord was soft-hearted; if he showed a little weakness, even the greatest anger would dissipate. But his Lord was also ruthless; if he decided that something could not be undone, it would never change.

He had tried to change things, but it was all in vain.

The divorce, the departure, he had been so cruel that he did not even say a word of farewell when he left.

Mislert’s hand gradually tightened, and dark thoughts swept through his brain like a tornado.

He did not want to lose his Lord again, even if he could only watch from afar, without disturbing him.

He took a deep breath and gently set down the pen in his hand.

Bowing his head, he buried his face in his palms. A sense of powerlessness weighed on Mislert’s heart; he could not push it away, he could not shift it.

He felt stifled, as if blocked by something.

So painful. Lord, please do not reject me.

I will be good in the future.

Do not go. I beg you.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

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