The Male Zerg Cub Doesn’t Want to Be the Cannon Fodder Top - Chapter 5

Maurice had no idea he had narrowly avoided gaining, a female father.

Once the female had eaten, Maurice tossed the tray into the sink and used a robot he had scavenged from the planet’s scrap heap to wash the dishes. Usually, he did not bother utilizing this self-modified robot, not because it was precious, but because his poor technical skills had rendered it somewhat dim-witted. Since Maurice did not own many dishes and could not afford the robot’s clumsy breakage, he typically used his mental tentacles to handle household chores.

However, to hide his true identity, he had no choice but to make a show of using the robot. The female he had rescued was so severely injured that his strength failed him shortly after eating, forcing him to sink back into a heavy, feverish stupor on the bed.

After tidying up, Maurice found a fresh towel, soaked it in spring water, and wiped the female’s cheeks and hands. The female’s face was so beautiful that Maurice found himself staring blankly, his own pale gray, chubby little face resting in his hands as he dazed off.

This female carried many secrets.

While Maurice possessed the “clear yet foolish” vibe common among university students, he also had the sharp instincts of a journalist. It was not hard to tell from the black-haired female’s demeanor and etiquette that he was of noble birth and highly educated. Though his tattered uniform was stained with blood, the epaulettes were still intact. Maurice was not a military buff, but even he could tell the man was at least a general-level high official.

The Empire had four major Legions. Excluding the Third Legion, which had been wiped out during the rebellion, all high-ranking officials at the rank of Major General and above were on record. If Maurice truly wanted to investigate, he could get to the bottom of this female’s identity.

But he did not plan to do that.

It was true that Maurice was a journalist with an overabundance of curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, but he was not a prying investigator without boundaries. Everyone has the right to privacy, especially when that secret is actively threatening their life.

The female was clearly at the end of his rope. Maurice could not even bring himself to reveal his own status as a male for fear of agitating him, let alone heartlessly interrogating him about where he came from. He only hoped that this incredibly elegant and dignified female could recover and find the will to live.

The female’s porcelain-white face seemed to hold a magical charm; his brow, slightly furrowed from pain and nightmares, added a touch of vulnerability. When Maurice finally curled his short, chubby body up at the foot of the bed to sleep, his dreams were filled with that enchanting face.

The next day, Maurice changed the medicine for the feverish female. He placed boiled spring water and a thermos of beef bone soup within the man’s reach and left a note. Then, pretending to be a hunter, he slung a crossbow with a nearly depleted energy core over his shoulder and hopped out the door.

He always used his mental tentacles for hunting, but with the female around, he had to carry this crude weapon to keep up appearances.

However, hunting was not Maurice’s primary mission today. He planned to double back to the hunting lodge where his original body had lived to take a medical pod to treat the feverish female.

Indeed, Maurice could not fully trust black-market drugs or the female’s natural healing abilities. Even if the self-healing power of a high-level female was truly that outstanding, Maurice was not going to let existing resources go to waste.

Besides, it would be a waste not to fleece his “cheap” male father; saving the female could be considered Maurice performing a good deed on his father’s behalf to earn some karmic merit.

He soon reached the outskirts of the hunting estate. Several aircraft were hovering at the landing pad. The original host’s male father, the owner of the estate, did not enjoy hunting. The only one who visited once or twice a year was the host’s paternal half-brother, Adam Schmidt, the heir to Count Schmidt and an A+ rank teenage male.

Maurice frowned, clearly not expecting this complication. The host’s “older brother” knew of Maurice’s existence. Perhaps bored with abusing females and sub-females, Adam had bullied the original host in the past. The original Maurice had been terrified of Adam, feeling both envy and jealousy, but the current Maurice saw Adam as nothing more than a pampered teenager who used his birthright to act like a tyrant.

Maurice loathed Adam but did not fear him. He did his best to bypass Adam’s extravagant aristocratic entourage and ran on his short legs to the place where the host had lived for sixteen years.

The original host’s living quarters were cramped and lacked even a window. Inside, there was nothing but an old medical pod and a robot. It was clear that the Count Schmidt household had not raised him out of mercy; it was more like keeping an experimental subject or a lab rat for observation. This was why Maurice had left so quickly after transmigrating.

Maurice did a quick check of the medical pod and felt a surge of frustration seeing the energy level was at less than one bar. Energy stones and energy liquids were strictly controlled by the Empire. Without an Imperial ID and a large sum of money, it would be difficult for Maurice to obtain them. Just as he was struggling with the problem, the electronic door behind him slid open, and an annoying voice rang out:

“Yo, gray-skinned rat, you are not dead yet?”

The arrogant teenage male sauntered in, flanked by a group of tall, long-legged attendants, looking down his nose at Maurice.

“I did not expect a bastard like you to last this long. When I came to hunt last year, I thought you were about to kick the bucket. Hmph, but even if you do not know your place, Father will not let you live much longer. Do you know that the First Legion was defeated? That disgrace to the Empire, the female Imperial Prince, Eliotte, is about to walk the ‘Path of Shame.’ Once the entire Empire has finished humiliating that cowardly loser, he will become my female slave.”

“And before I receive that royal female, Father will surely dispose of you. We cannot have officials from the Capital or the First Legion seeing a filthy thing like you. Otherwise, they will think the Schmidt family has profaned the Mother Goddess by harboring filth.”

Adam’s voice was full of malice. Maurice froze, and after a few seconds, he began frantically calling the system in his mind:

“System, System! He said Eliotte, that is my mission target, right?”

The system gave a non-committal hum. The righteous university student was already beyond furious.

“Holy Mother of… what does this jerk Adam think he is doing? He is delusional if he thinks he is worthy of someone like that! Taking advantage of someone in trouble is absolutely shameless!”

After venting to the system, Maurice dropped his dismissive attitude and turned around to glare at Adam.

The cub’s limbs were short and chubby, and his “fierce” expression was not very intimidating, but the fact that he was not cowering in fear surprised Adam. The arrogant male lowered his head slightly to look at the uncharacteristically bold cub.

“Brother,” the cub’s voice was soft and milky, but his words were sharp as needles. “Is the family too poor to buy a mirror? How long has it been since you looked in one? Have you forgotten how much you actually weigh?”

The cub bared his small teeth, his chubby face full of mockery. “If you do not have a mirror, you should at least have some piss; go use it to look at yourself. Once you see clearly, you will realize that with a head that got squashed by the shell when you hatched, forget the Imperial Prince just losing one battle, even if he went insane, he would not stoop to someone like you.”

Adam, who had lived a charmed life since hatching and had never been insulted, stood frozen like a pillar. It took a long moment for the blood to rush to his head; his face twisted with rage, and he looked like his soul was about to leave his body. Unable to find a single retort, he could only scream at his female and sub-female attendants:

“What are you standing there for, you useless trash! Go hit him! This half-breed dares to humiliate me!”

Maurice frowned. He had dared to mock Adam because he relied on his mental tentacles. Although he had not seen many other males use theirs, based on the information he had gathered, he judged his own to be quite powerful. Adam would definitely be no match for him. But he had not expected Adam to be so shameless as to call for backup against a toddler-sized cub.

What Maurice did not know was that most males rarely deigned to use their “Divine Power,” and certainly would not use it for trivial matters like he did. Often, even when punishing a female slave, a male would command a robot to do it, because physically manifesting mental tentacles was an exhausting drain for most males.

“Wow, Adam, you are even afraid to fight me yourself? You need servants to back you up?”

Maurice spread his chubby hands and looked down at his round belly, dialing the mockery up to the maximum. “Can you be any more of a coward?”

He did not want to use his mental tentacles against the innocent females and sub-females around Adam; he only wanted to give Adam a beating. As expected, the other party could not handle the provocation. With an angry roar, two translucent, earthy-brown mental tentacles emerged from Adam’s back, pointing straight at the chubby cub. The surrounding attendants showed expressions of deep fear.

That was it? Maurice frowned inwardly, confused by the so-called “Divine Power” of males. Adam was a high-ranking male of the Empire, born of noble blood and raised with the finest care, yet his mental tentacles were only as thick as a wrist and as wispy as fog, looking like they would dissipate at a single touch.

“Lord!”

Just as Adam’s tentacles were about to strike the cub, a brown-eyed female spoke up anxiously. “Maurice is also a male, a Son of God. Please, Lord, do not be impulsive.”

“Get lost! He is a freak cursed by the Mother Goddess! He is no Son of God!”

Adam’s expression was hideous as he violently pushed away the advising female. The two mental tentacles were about to hit Maurice in the chest when suddenly, the surrounding light dimmed. The space seemed to warp subtly, a strange change that the sensitive Zerg naturally noticed.

Countless suspicious and startled gazes fell upon the soft, cute cub. In the darkness, the cub’s smooth, light-gray skin emitted a faint glow, revealing an exotic eeriness and tranquility. The space behind him seemed to be brewing a storm that could swallow everything.

Two deep-gray, python-like mental tentacles suddenly dropped from behind the cub, hitting the ground with a heavy, physical thud. The two gray pythons slithered slowly toward Adam, who had turned pale. They moved with a sense of casual disdain. Adam’s two puny tentacles retreated in a panic and actually dissipated in mid-air. Terrified, Adam fell backward onto his butt.

The females and sub-females behind Adam fell to their knees, trembling. The brown-eyed female who had tried to stop Adam earlier leaned over to shield him, hiding Adam’s terrified, pale face behind his chest.

Maurice’s mental tentacles paused. He certainly could not bring himself to hurt the innocent attendants. Seeing the female protecting Adam made him realize the man might be Adam’s “First Female,” which made the young university student feel a bit awkward, as if he were some kinds of villain bullying a family.

The chubby cub scratched his hair and called back his two summoned tentacles. He looked with disgust at the cowardly way Adam was hiding behind his own female, but then a brilliant idea flashed through his mind.

“Hey, female, uh, sister-in-law? Do not be scared. I am not going to beat him. I just want to commit a little robbery.”

The cub’s chubby face squeezed out two little dimples, making him look shy and well-behaved. But when he turned back to Adam, who was peeking out from behind the female, he switched back to his fierce expression:

“Did you hear that? I am robbing you! Hand over all your energy stones and your storage space!”

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