The Male Zerg Cub Doesn’t Want to Be the Cannon Fodder Top - Chapter 17

The central avenue used for Eliotte’s “Path of Shame” was not equipped with a complete defense system. This was exactly why Maurice had waited until the high-ranking males, including his own biological father, fell from the high platform before taking action.

Maurice’s toddler-sized, four-head-high body, resembling a large toy, remained utterly inconspicuous hidden behind the panicked crowd. Yet, it was this tiny frame that ruthlessly tore open a small wormhole filled with cosmic storms directly above the central avenue.

From the other end of that wormhole, the swarm of Star Beasts Maurice had prepared surged out like sharks scenting blood.

“Star Beast raid! Star Beast raid!”

“Protect His Excellency!”

In an instant, frantic screams filled the air. The legion of robots designed to protect the males activated, surrounding the beasts that had suddenly materialized through the wormhole. The Empire’s protection of males was meticulous, with countless females and sub-females ready to die at any moment for the sake of the males, their supreme “Sons of God.” Simply attracting a swarm of Star Beasts would usually be futile.

However, Maurice was well-prepared. His powerful male mental strength rippled out once more. Half the machinery and warships in the main city acted as if they were intoxicated; their programs glitched, and they remained suspended in mid-air.

A thick mental tentacle quickly approached those males who had lost all composure, nearly wetting themselves in fear of the Star Beasts. He crudely showered a pile of sweet, pungent powder over their heads.

Instantly, the Star Beasts locked in combat with the enforcement team grew bloodshot eyes. They immediately switched targets, turning to rush toward the paralyzed males. Their foul-smelling saliva dripped onto the ground, corroding shallow pits, while their lust-filled eyes locked onto the wailing males.

Those once-noble Excellencies scrambled in terror. Their pampered lives had left them with zero combat will; beyond pleasure-seeking and power plays, they were utterly useless. When the Star Beasts pounced on them and tore at their clothes, only two males managed to release mental tentacles in an attempt to resist.

It was in vain. The wormhole continued to operate, and a steady stream of hungry male Star Beasts poured out, nearly burying the Excellencies in a swarm of monsters, leaving the enforcement team at a total loss.

Fortunately, these brutal Star Beasts were not large, and they were not there to feast on the flesh of the noble males. The pungent powder stimulated the beasts’ scent glands to swell rapidly. Thick biological instruments jabbed at the pampered bodies of the Excellencies, flailing clumsily and breaking several delicate bones in the process.

Screams and a unique musky scent spread rapidly. The enforcement team dared not use heavy weaponry for fear of harming the precious males. Meanwhile, the robots remained like piles of scrap metal. The giant screen broadcasting “The Path of Shame of Criminal Female Eliotte” remained lit, but now it displayed the absurd scene of Star Beasts violating the Sons of God in full view of the public.

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,” the cub whispered softly.

He nonchalantly wiped away the blood trickling from his nose, a result of overusing his mental tentacles, and darted through the chaotic crowd to get close to Eliotte.

The robot towing Eliotte along the Path of Shame had ceased functioning. Eliotte’s chains lay on the ground, but he was still trembling uncontrollably, seemingly unable to regain his reason or thoughts. His mental sea was a mess. When a familiar, chubby cub approached him, he did not even think; he clung to the cub’s warm, living body like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

A high-level female, even in a state of extreme weakness, still possessed formidable strength. The cub’s chubby soft flesh was squeezed out of shape, but he knew the female was suffering from skin hunger and a dozen other mental breakdowns. He did not make a sound, simply hugging Eliotte’s neck tightly with his small hands and whispering:

“Eliotte, come with me.”

He attached a miniature magnetic pulse device to Eliotte’s chains. With a flash of blue light, the chains fell away. Seeing the chains hit the ground, Eliotte snapped out of his daze as if waking from a nightmare. His arms were still shaking; his cramped muscles prevented him from letting go of the cub, and the emotions on his face were on the verge of shattering.

“Why are you here? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is?”

His voice was thin and trembling. His usually calm and rational golden eyes were nearly broken, yet he remained as beautiful as a masterpiece, as delicate as a hallucination.

“Because you are here, I am here. I am not going anywhere.”

The cub used his chubby hands to pull off his mask. His green eyes were filled with tears, staring at Eliotte with a cub’s characteristic attachment and stubbornness:

“I am the descendant of a fallen type. They will find me and take me away for experiments. Eliotte, please do not leave me behind.”

If he could, Maurice wanted to completely wrap up this heartbreaking female and tell him over and over that everything was fine, but his toy-like small body could do nothing but act cute. He watched as Eliotte’s face changed drastically upon seeing his gray skin; as if coming back to life, Eliotte tucked the cub’s face into his chest and fled the Upper City at high speed.

Shortly after they left, the cub wiped away a few more drops of blood from his nose and withdrew his mental power. The miniature wormhole abruptly closed, but the frenzied, hungry beasts continued to surround the males in a delirium.

Nestled in Eliotte’s arms and clinging to the female’s generous chest muscles, Maurice fell into a brief moment of conflict.

He had originally intended to confess his identity as a male cub. After all, if Eliotte were mentally stable, his intelligence would make it impossible to ignore so many “coincidences.” However, the female held his small body tighter and tighter. The cub’s cheek was pressed completely against the female’s bare neck, and the scent glands, the hallmark of a female’s physical traits, were right under the cub’s nose.

This was not a distance that should exist between members of the opposite sex, even if Maurice was currently inhabiting the shell of a four-head-high cub. Others did not know, but he knew his cub status was a lie. He was physically stunted. If the female found out the cub he had been treating as a child was actually a transmigrated male with a physical age of sixteen and a soul age of nineteen.

Furthermore, Maurice could say with certainty that after experiencing the Path of Shame, Eliotte’s repulsion and hatred toward males would only intensify.

One lie followed another. Maurice felt the path ahead was dark, but he had no other choice. Eliotte’s body was still shivering during their flight, a classic post-traumatic stress response. Knowing what Eliotte had just endured on that “Path of Shame,” Maurice could not imagine any Zerg handling it better or more resiliently.

Eliotte was a sea buckthorn flower blooming in the wasteland, the most beautiful creature Maurice had seen in two lifetimes. He could not let go of him, even if Eliotte had long since given up hope.

“Shall we go somewhere?”

The cub’s voice interrupted Eliotte’s aimless, staggered flight. He paused in a dark alley of the Lower City and finally set the cub down slowly.

The male cub did not let go. His chubby hand grasped the female’s fingertips, and his upturned face forcefully conveyed “I am here, I will not leave,” finally allowing Eliotte’s heartbeat to calm slightly.

“Where to?”

His voice was still frantic, desperately trying to suppress the craving caused by skin hunger. He did not know that the cub was also desperately suppressing his heartache, speaking with forced composure:

“I understand that you worry about me. But Eliotte, even if I am a cub, even if I have the gray skin representing the god-forsaken, I am not weak or powerless. When strength is lacking, I have my pen as a weapon. When on the brink of despair, you can still find companions.”

“See? Even if I am a heretic, I am not alone. And I am by your side, so you are not either.”

As he spoke, the cub held onto the hem of the female’s clothes. He pulled the female along gently, not fast enough to seem rushed, but enough for the female to feel the pull. Maurice knew this was the best sense of security he could give the female right now.

He wanted to tell the female that he was not an island.

It was difficult. When all of the female’s colleagues had been brain-controlled, losing all autonomy like a group of sensory-deprived walking dead; when his surroundings were filled with malicious, even murderous voices, and he could not even voice a cry for help; making the female believe again that kindness among compatriots still existed was an uphill battle.

But no matter how hard it was, Maurice had to do it. His sea buckthorn flower deserved to shine. Their future would overturn this Empire and reveal every truth.

If the light would not come to them, they would create the light themselves.

The cub pulled the female’s sleeve through the dark alley. He pulled so hard his small hands hurt. He tracked the sound of the female’s breathing and said to the system in his mind:

“You know, this world really sucks. If he were not here, sometimes I really cannot tell whether destruction or the truth is the optimal solution.”

His system had been offline for a long time, leaving him to his own devices, likely because the system had multiple hosts and the others were causing enough trouble to keep it busy. But this time, the system’s furious mechanical voice echoed in his head:

“Is this what you meant by career-oriented, not gay, focused on the mission, and never causing trouble?”

“Bear with me, System. Regarding the gay thing, your identification program is too arbitrary. I am saving my revolutionary brother. How can business between brothers be called gay?”

“Your predecessor and the one before him said the same thing!”

The system successfully mimicked a tone of rage with its electronic voice. That is amazing, Maurice thought.

“Screw you! You idiot! You absolute…”

Two minutes later, the system calmed down, finally moving past the filtered words. “The point is, you have tampered with the timeline and Eliotte’s fate! He was supposed to finish the Path of Shame; it was an essential experience for him to complete his mission. You ruined it!”

“I have been watching you. The first host knew too much and tampered with the target’s fate recklessly, turning the timeline into a mess. Calculating an uncontrollable future is hard enough! The second host threw in the towel halfway through, tore up the contract, and went into hiding to play house with the target! The third pessimistic bastard rejected the mission from the start, dreaming every day of blowing himself up like the most beautiful fireworks! And then, there is you!”

“I did not tell you the target’s fate because I did not want you to intervene and turn the controllable, changeable future into a tangle! Now look at this. I should have known. Heh heh heh. I should have known you humans are terrible at missions but experts at seducing targets. You even managed to meet a Prince who has nothing to do with your illegal resident status.

Who is better at talking than you?

Go ahead, talk! Fall in love!

You dead gays can just date until the world line collapses and the universe goes extinct!”

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