The Dormitory’s Unlucky Soul Transmigrates into the Zerg World - Chapter 2

Before his consciousness slipped into a coma, Yi Xuan vaguely heard one whisper after another.

Although the source of the sound seemed far away, it transmitted clearly to his ears. It was very soft, like someone weeping.

But why could he clearly hear his own name amidst the murmurs? Yi Xuan.

It was an unfamiliar tone; he did not recognize it. Who was calling him?

Beep. Beep.

“The countdown for the medical pod has ended! His Highness inside is about to wake up!”

“Mental power fluctuations are still rising. This Highness’s adulthood is approaching.”

“The mental power amplitude has stopped at the A-level, but… His Highness is still in the sub-adult stage.”

“Alert! Danger! His Highness’s mental tentacles are about to manifest! All Zerg must evacuate this area immediately!”

So noisy.

Yi Xuan’s brows knitted tightly. His mental power extended outward unconsciously, allowing him to “hear” even the faintest of sounds.

The eyelashes of the male Zerg in the medical pod fluttered. As if sensing his impatient mood, the mental tentacles in the room extended even more brazenly. Within minutes, translucent mental tentacles had covered the entire room, wrapping around the person in the medical pod as if to stake a claim.

Everything inside this room seemed to be severed from the outside world. The intense mental power fluctuations within the room were enough to slightly soothe the chaotic mental seas of any Zerg, even if they only stayed for a while.

If one were to use a metaphor, it would be the difference between a human being on land versus in the ocean. On land, the air is thick, allowing your whole body to relax without any shackles. In the ocean, you have only one oxygen tank that limits your mobility. It will run out one day, and you know it. Yet, you cannot leave because the ocean has imprisoned your body, and there is no more land left in the world, nor any air that can be breathed freely.

Even though there was no one else left in the room and the noisy sounds had almost disappeared and the tentacles obediently refrained from stepping outside this comfortable space Yi Xuan still woke up.

His last memory lingered on that glaring white light, as blinding as a flashbang. His lips seemed to still hold the phrase of “national essence” he had reflexively blurted out.

His tightly closed eyelashes fluttered again. As his consciousness began to return, his thoughts wandered aimlessly.

…I must have been knocked unconscious by that light along with the others, falling to the ground, right? Otherwise, why would my body feel so numb and sore?

I hope my computer was not knocked over. I remember placing it quite securely. I just do not know how much time has passed. I really hope it has not passed my usual update time. I finished the last chapter and just needed to post it. If I am late again, they are going to call me a short-writing little pigeon.

Before he even opened his eyes, his hand instinctively fumbled to the side. However, he had not even stretched out halfway before a metallic yet warm barrier blocked his way.

Huh?

He tried again, unwilling to give up, but was blocked once more. He reached out with his other hand, only to meet the same result.

No, no, this is not right. This is twelve times more wrong than it should be.

He snapped his eyes open.

The first thing he saw was the cold white ceiling above. He was stunned for a moment, and the first thought that popped into his head was, Was the ceiling in our dormitory ever this white?

…It does not seem like it.

With a headache, he pressed his hand against his temple. His head felt painful, not from sickness, but with a throbbing sensation as if a massive amount of knowledge he had never known before had been crammed into his brain. The feeling did not last long, though. Soon, he took his hand away and scanned his surroundings.

Hmm, these are things I have never seen before.

It felt as if he were lying in some kind of high-tech holographic pod, but he had certainly never seen one like this.

The medical pod had opened automatically when Yi Xuan was coming to, so he was able to sit up directly.

Yi Xuan braced his still awkwardly weak body and sat up. What greeted his eyes was a room full of transparent tentacles intertwined together.

Yi Xuan: “…”

When he stiffly turned his head toward the window, the scene he saw was also one he had never witnessed before.

Towering skyscrapers with a strong sense of technology, floating starships drifting by from time to time, and aerial trains the kind he always wished for when he was a child.

But because it was daytime, the sky outside was very blue, and the air seemed quite clean. Even with so many strange and unusual elements, Yi Xuan felt that things were generally okay.

I guess I have transmigrated.

Emmmm.

That is fine, I suppose. As long as I did not transmigrate into a dangerous world, it should not be too much of a problem.

After all, I am a novelist. Who has not fantasized about transmigrating? So, I am staying calm.

That is a lie! What on earth are those transparent tentacles that appeared the moment I woke up?

They do not look scary. Actually, they are kind of inexplicably cute. But even if you are beautiful and translucent, could you please stop wrapping yourself around me?

As soon as that thought crossed Yi Xuan’s mind, the tentacles that were almost pressed entirely against him actually stopped moving. They even began to shrink back, as if they could react to his very thoughts.

Yi Xuan watched the tentacles with a sense of novelty. Suddenly, a bold idea occurred to him. Deep down, his subconscious already felt that these tentacles would not hurt him and that he could control them. No, more than that, these were part of his own body.

He closed his eyes gently, followed his intuition, let go of his stray thoughts, and tried to command the tentacles.

In the next second, the tentacles actually moved up, down, left, and right according to his instructions. Their movements were as skilled and coordinated as if they were his own external organs. How magical.

But why does this scene feel so familiar?

Have I seen this somewhere before?

Just as Yi Xuan was racking his brains trying to pinpoint the strange familiarity, the closed door was tapped lightly.

Immediately after, a gentle male voice came from outside: “Your Highness, how are you feeling? May I have your permission to come in and examine your health?”

Wait, something is wrong. Why does this line also feel so familiar?

Thinking of something, Yi Xuan’s expression distorted for a fleeting second. He tried hard to maintain a calm facade, slowly retracted those pale blue tentacles, and then spoke softly toward the door: “Hmm, come in.”

As he spoke, the doorknob turned. The person seemed afraid of disturbing those inside, opening the door with great caution.

The door opened, and a boy walked in. Erm, he should be a boy, at least in Yi Xuan’s previous understanding of gender.

But it was clear he was different from the people Yi Xuan knew. A normal person would not have a Zerg mark on the back of their neck, a feature that only appeared in the settings of novels.

Yi Xuan broke into a cold sweat.

I feel like I have discovered something incredible.

“My apologies for disturbing Your Highness’s rest.” After entering, the boy bowed respectfully to Yi Xuan before beginning the examination step-by-step according to the protocol.

The more he examined, and the more terminology the boy—no, he should be called a sub-Zerg used, the more certain Yi Xuan became of his current location.

I never expected that I, a novelist, would actually end up inside a story I wrote, just like a dream. It is absurd, but the experience is quite good. Transmigrating into a novel one wrote oneself at least it is comforting.

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