The Dormitory’s Unlucky Soul Transmigrates into the Zerg World - Chapter 4

The capital star is the center of Zerg technology and power, filled with a bustle and prosperity that he, having previously lived on a third-rate planet, could never have imagined.

He once thought such things were incredibly distant, but now he possessed them with ease. This “good fortune” made the bug sink into indulgence. “He” became increasingly irritable and spoiled. No, perhaps he did not change; perhaps this was his true nature. Male Zerg are inherently precious and pampered, and no one would find that strange.

He should have lived on so recklessly, but bad luck struck. One afternoon, half a year after arriving at the capital star, he was piloting a hover-ship, intending to meet a newly acquainted male friend, when he was suddenly involved in a collision. The impact killed “him” instantly, and it was precisely at this moment that Yi Xuan transmigrated into this body.

When he woke up, he was already in that hospital room. The unlucky part was that the bug who hit him had been suffering from a mental breakdown; the perpetrator had died on the spot. Yi Xuan had no one to hold accountable, even if he wanted to. It felt like standing at the bottom of a building and being crushed by someone who committed suicide by jumping—a truly miserable stroke of bad luck.

At that time, having just transmigrated into this world, he was bewildered by everything. Although he possessed the original owner’s memories, his situation was still dire.

The most critical point was that on the second day after his discharge, he suddenly learned that he was married, and that he would have to meet his spouse, a female Zerg, in a few days.

Yi Xuan: “???”

I am married? Why did I not know this?

As it turned out, two days before the accident, his stepfather, the current female consort of his father, had discussed this matter with him. At the time, he had not objected, saying it was fine and to arrange it as they saw fit. After all, male Zerg were destined to marry sooner or later. Thus, he had simply signed the marriage consent form, resulting in the fact that he now had a high-ranking female spouse he had not even met.

Wait! That is not right! Wait, wait, wait. Did he not remember that this body was currently sub-adult? In short, he was a minor. So how did they get married?

After looking into it, he learned that in the Zerg society, sub-adults could indeed register their marriage, but they could only have a primary female consort. Any other female attendants would have to wait until they were truly adults.

Two days later, he successfully met his future female consort.

If there was anyone who understood him, it was himself. When Yi Xuan set up his spouse, he wrote the character exactly according to his own preferences: handsome, powerful, yet gentle and understanding, with a rationality that inspired awe in others.

He had originally intended to write a tragic story later. Furthermore, being a writer who was always attracted to rational people, he had been even bolder when designing his consort. But perhaps fearing that such a perfect character setting would collapse, he had been cautious while writing him. Unexpectedly, the more he wrote, the smoother it went, as if this bug were meant to be this way. He was not a character he had designed; he was merely narrating the bug’s true form.

The real one, vivid and full of spirit.

As expected, upon their first meeting, he fell in love at first sight with the spouse he had designed.

Everything that followed seemed logical and natural.

From the pleasant conversation during their first meeting to their cohabitation after marriage, and finally to their intimacy during adulthood, everything about them seemed so compatible, as if they were fated to be this way.

But as he mentioned before, he was a writer of tragic stories. If everything were that beautiful, it would feel too bland.

In this relationship, his partner, Mislert—no, in the outside world, others called him Judge. He was the highest arbiter on the high bench of the court, the embodiment of reason; emotions to him were nothing but a burden.

He was meant to hang high in the sky, an eternal, never-falling bright moon; he was meant to soar in the heavens, the proudest eagle in the world.

His miserable childhood was merely a trivial decoration on his magnificent life, and he himself was meant to be discarded when the time came.

Life after marriage was mundane. He followed his old profession from before his transmigration. Although he had inherited a large family estate and Mislert’s assets had been automatically transferred to his account the moment they married, so he was no longer lacking in star coins, writing novels was really quite interesting, was it not?

Not only that, when the mood struck him, he would try his hand at cooking a few dishes, though they were not as delicious as what Mislert made.

At such times, Mislert’s perpetually indifferent face would carry a trace of a smile; he seemed to like it when he did that.

One year after marriage, they were very affectionate…

Perhaps this happiness would have continued forever.

Three years later, he became anxious because Mislert had forgotten their wedding anniversary again, even though he had emphasized it to him a few days prior: that he needed to return early, that he would be at home preparing food and waiting for him, and that he had a surprise ready.

Over these years, their home remained with only one male and one female. Yi Xuan had not remarried because he did not feel he liked males in general; he only liked Mislert.

But that day, the busy Mislert still returned late, even later than every time before. The sky outside went from bright to dark, and the food on the table, kept warm for too long, no longer tasted as good as when it was first cooked. Under the bright lights, his fervent love was ground down bit by bit, just like the many, many times before.

So many, many times…

At this point, the story was already more than halfway through. The pseudo-happiness molded in the beginning began to shatter. From that “just right” smile at the start, which was stiff as if learned intentionally, to the sigh of relief Mislert let out when he agreed to something, like a task finally completed, and then to every awkward interaction that followed. Yi Xuan had previously thought Mislert was just a naturally awkward bug, but now it seemed he simply found it uncomfortable to be with him. It reached the point where Mislert would intentionally return late to avoid the moments of intimacy between them.

When the fake beauty was poked through bit by bit, the coldness hidden behind it began to reveal itself.

On an ordinary night, he asked for a divorce.

What was Mislert doing at that moment? Oh right, he had just come out of the kitchen, holding fruit he had just cut for him.

As he bent down to place the fruit in front of him, Yi Xuan said those words in a very calm, ordinary voice.

He still remembers Mislert’s expression to this day. When he described this scene, he wrote many descriptions that did not fit Mislert’s established personality, but unexpectedly, it was not out-of-character here.

It was quite strange.

It was as if the originally cold words were suddenly out of his control, venting their intense emotions at him. They were telling him that he was not just cold data, but a vivid life.

When he wrote this, he was also startled, feeling as if the character Mislert had suddenly come alive in his hands.

It was a very magical and mysterious feeling.

What followed was a series of melodramatic, long-drawn-out chasing-the-spouse scenes, only to end in a tragic ending. The misunderstandings between the two grew more and more numerous; it was truly regrettable.

Yes, he loved this trope. Regarding himself and Mislert, their way of getting along was essentially Fire sign and Earth sign.

He was the fiery Fire sign, voicing all his love, afraid the other party would not feel it and losing his sense of security. Yet, when he poured out his love countless times without receiving a response, he would slowly withdraw, until he completely gave up, left, and never looked back.

And the conservative Earth sign would bury his love deep in his heart. He was clearly moved by everything you did, yet he never showed it. Even when you expressed your love intensely, he would recoil in fear, as if startled. Excessive passion made him panic, but he was also afraid of not being perfect enough, struggling to become more perfect. But by the time he was mentally prepared to express his love, the other person might have already left due to his coldness.

The two, with their severely conflicting personalities, were awkward until the very end, never coming back together.

The story ended with the extra chapter about their parting. He had written a chance for himself to return to the modern world, where he and his roommates returned together, and the unpleasantness that occurred in the Zerg race was completely left behind.

Yes, that was the chapter he wrote before he transmigrated. It was a pity he had not posted it before he was sent here.

So, when the time comes, would he still be able to return with his roommates? He had not even posted that one last escape route!

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