The Heroic Master Is Tough-Talking but Soft-Hearted: The Aloof Major General Has Fallen - Chapter 3

It was no wonder the original owner of this body had such a gloomy personality, often smashing things and throwing fits. Having experienced a life as a favored son of heaven only to suffer such a massive fall from grace, Cen Li figured he would have gone crazy too.

007 hesitated. “Host, this is against the regulations.”

“System,” Cen Li countered, “I only ended up here because of your professional negligence.”

The system was speechless. It truly had been its own prejudice that led it to assume Cen Li was a scumbag and bind him to the system without verification.

After a long silence, 007 said with difficulty, “Host, just this once. The antidote will be issued in advance as a reward.”

Cen Li snorted. “Fine.”

He originally thought his disfigurement and disability would heal the moment he took the antidote. However, the system explained, “Recovery is a process. Otherwise, it would attract too much attention from other Zerg.”

As a result, when Cen Li looked in the mirror the next day, he felt his face had not changed significantly from the day before. Unhappy, he tossed the mirror aside, missing the face he had back on Earth.

The system consoled him, “You will get better sooner or later, Host. This body was originally quite superior in appearance; otherwise, it would not have incited such jealousy.”

Coaxed by the system, Cen Li prepared to head out. He was currently hampered by his legs and had to rely on a wheelchair to move. Fortunately, in a place with such advanced interstellar technology, wheelchairs were automated.

Cen Li complained, “007, do you have any idea how much this equipment drags down my style?”

For the first time as a system, 007 acted humble, repeatedly promising that this was only temporary and he would fully recover soon. The system’s words made Cen Li feel slightly better.

Before Cen Li had traveled far, he encountered the female Zerg from last night, the original owner’s female attendant, Asher. He had only caught a brief glimpse the night before, but that stunning and striking appearance had been deeply etched into his mind. Seeing the female Zerg again now, the impact felt even more substantial.

Asher’s hair was a beautiful platinum blonde, possessing the cold texture of silver while shimmering with a faint golden halo under the sunlight. It achieved a delicate, admirable balance. Every feature was perfectly placed, from the ink-brushed eyebrows and high, elegant bridge of the nose to the beautifully lined lips.

However, at this moment, the military Zerg was kneeling on a floor covered in broken glass. Sharp edges pierced through his clothes and sank deep into his knees. He looked miserable. Droplets of blood stained the small patch of floor red, creating a shocking sight. Asher was mostly hidden in the shadows of a very secluded corner. If Cen Li had not glanced over by chance, he might not have noticed him at all.

Cen Li had read through the plot last night and quickly understood the situation. The sub-male Zerg in the house had seen Cen Li kick Asher out last night and used it as an excuse to cause trouble and punish him. This was not the first time such a thing had happened. When a former “Light of the Empire” falls from grace, there is no shortage of dark-hearted people looking for a chance to trample them.

The original owner had turned a blind eye to this, and the sub-male had grown increasingly arrogant, emboldened by the original owner’s indifference. Asher did not resist. Perhaps he knew that resistance would achieve nothing.

Military Zerg possessed high sensitivity. Asher could feel the male Zerg’s gaze fixed upon him. He thought self-mockingly that perhaps the male Zerg was thinking of new ways to torment him.

Cen Li stayed in place for so long that the system cautioned, “Host, there is no plot point we need to follow here.”

Cen Li was well aware of what the system said. He rubbed his chin. “No lines just means I can improvise, right?”

007 hesitated. “There is indeed no explicit rule stating the Host cannot improvise.”

Cen Li smiled with satisfaction, but the system felt a sense of foreboding. “Host, you cannot break character.”

Cen Li paused, then gave a muffled grunt of agreement.

The wheelchair ground against the floor, and the slight friction sound drew closer. Asher unconsciously stiffened his back.

The male Zerg’s cold voice rang out. “Why are you kneeling here? You are an eyesore.”

Asher never met the male Zerg’s eyes. The curve of his lips was bitter. “Yes, Master.”

Cen Li thought the matter would end there. However, after finishing breakfast, he found the female Zerg kneeling on the stone slabs of the back garden again. The knees that had been punctured by glass that morning were now a bloody mess, with blood seeping out continuously. It spread along the rough, dark grain of the stone slabs, looking horrifying.

Cen Li felt a dull annoyance in his chest. His intention was for Asher to stop kneeling, but clearly, Asher had not interpreted it that way. The original owner had wished for nothing more than for Asher to be as miserable as possible, so it was no wonder the soldier acted with such caution.

But Cen Li had to avoid breaking character. This feeling of being restrained made him feel incredibly frustrated. He approached Asher again. Using his only good leg, he used a clever angle to kick the military Zerg to the ground.

Asher fell into the soft, damp grass, looking completely disheveled. He did not realize that, normally, he should have fallen onto the sharp gravel of the asphalt rather than the relatively soft grass.

Cen Li’s gaze fell on the soldier’s mangled knees. His tone was not kind. “Cannot you understand words? Do not let me see you kneeling on the ground again. You have made the floor filthy!”

Under the system’s requirement, Cen Li added another sentence reluctantly. “Truly disgusting.”

Asher’s expression remained unchanged. He climbed up from the ground and apologized to the male Zerg, “I am sorry, Master. I will clean it up.”

The military Zerg took off his jacket, attempting to use the clothing to wipe the bloodstains from the ground. Cen Li resisted the urge to rub his aching forehead and stopped Asher’s actions. Imitating the original owner’s tone, he snapped, “Are you a fool? Let the robot Zerg do it.”

Only then did Asher stop. Cen Li tried to steady his breathing, his gaze sweeping over the female Zerg before he finally frowned with loathing. “Go and clean yourself up. You are covered in blood. It is sickening.”

Asher froze for a moment, then subconsciously replied, “Yes.”

A hint of something unusual, which he had previously overlooked, surfaced in his mind. Asher remembered that when the male Zerg had whipped him before, he had said the way blood blossomed on his body was beautiful and only made him want to destroy it more violently. Whenever Asher was stained with blood, the male Zerg did indeed appear more excited. Cen Li’s words now were something Asher could not quite figure out.

007 watched the entire process. It still felt some guilt over binding the wrong person. The system remained silent for a moment, and seeing that the main brain did not issue a warning, it let Cen Li do as he pleased.

Cen Li saw that his goal was about to be achieved and Asher was about to go clean his wounds. Just then, a figure carrying a heavy scent threw himself into Cen Li’s arms. A delicate, complaining voice rang out, “Master, are you just going to let Asher off like that?”

Theia had been watching from nearby. At first, like Asher, he thought the male Zerg was going to make things difficult for the soldier. But when Theia saw the male Zerg seemingly wanting to waive Asher’s punishment, he could not sit still.

It was not that he was overly insecure; it was simply that although Asher was the military Zerg the male Zerg hated most, he possessed a very beautiful face. Theia could not guarantee that the male Zerg would always loathe such a good-looking female Zerg.

Cen Li already recognized the female Zerg who suddenly appeared as his other attendant, Theia. Almost instantly, he pushed the newcomer away. Cen Li now utterly loathed this state of sitting in a wheelchair, feeling like he was at the mercy of others. He felt as though his entire body had been stained by the scent coming from Theia.

Cen Li’s brow furrowed deeply. He waved his hand in the air in front of him with total disgust. “Theia, you smell terrible. Do not let me smell that perfume on you again.”

Theia’s smile froze. This was the most popular perfume in the Empire, said to be the scent male Zerg liked most. Did the Master actually dislike it? Theia gave a forced smile. “I am sorry, Master. It will not happen again.”

He observed Cen Li’s expression, his gaze surreptitiously flickering toward Asher, who was standing blankly nearby. He asked tentatively, “Master, are you just going to let Asher off like that? He made you angry; he should be punished severely.”

Asher was not surprised by Theia’s hostility, even if he did not understand exactly where that malice originated.

Cen Li looked at Theia, his tone unreadable. “Have you not already taken it upon yourself to help me punish him?”

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