The Omega Becomes The Zerg Queen - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Wolfish Ambition

To the young girl, this was not a case of misplaced “Saint Mary” compassion, but a calculated optimal solution arrived at after careful thought.

The system could help her precisely control her mental power usage. On one hand, she hoped to treat Ferran as quickly as possible to alleviate his suffering; on the other hand, she desperately needed someone to “brew honey” for her. Although her Grade D physique was an improvement over her previous state, her SSS-grade mental power remained like the Sword of Damocles hanging over her head.

“But I also need the ‘Honey-Brew,'” Su Lili countered, looking at the young man before her. “Without it, my physical condition will only continue to deteriorate.”

This was indeed the only way left. Lucius yielded, his emerald eyes flickering with a mist of sorrow. It was a testament to their own perceived incompetence that the only solution required the King to put herself in harm’s way.

…

In the dim, silent underground, they took a levitation lift down floor after floor. Surrounded by a protective escort, Su Lili walked toward the deepest part of the Black Prison.

Ultimately, Lucius had not agreed to Ferran’s immediate release. Deeply distrustful of this ticking time bomb, the High Priest only allowed the King to visit the prison under heavy guard to assess the situation first.

Passing through reinforced steel corridors and looking through transparent barriers, Su Lili finally saw the legendary Commander of the Third Legion.

His skin was a deathly pale white, void of any blood flow. His head hung low, and a metal muzzle was partially visible beneath his dark, messy hair. The man was suspended in mid-air in a posture of sacrifice, a position that fully displayed the musculature of his upper body. Unlike Zephyros’s aggressive, wild silhouette, this young man’s muscles were tight and refined—not exaggerated, but given his fierce reputation, no one dared underestimate the immense power they contained.

It was like silk wrapped around steel. A perfect fusion of elegance and violence.

Ferran quickly sensed visitors. Who could it be? He lifted his head, and his vision was instantly stolen by the girl in the center of the crowd.

It is the King.

Perhaps because he had suffered from a mental riot, his Zerg instincts had broken free from their shackles and were further unleashed. While Lucius and Zephyros were mostly respectful and submissive, this man appeared far bolder.

Beneath his fringe, his blood-red eyes gazed at the girl with greedy focus, his eyes tracing every inch of her porcelain skin. The innate Zerg attachment to the Queen intertwined with the intense post-riot craving for her soothing. Every drop of blood in his body roared and boiled.

Should I get close to her, stay by her, be ruled by her?

Or should I imprison her, possess her, and dominate her?

He licked his back teeth. Beneath the muzzle, the tip of his crimson tongue flicked against the corner of his mouth, pulling into a smile like a venomous snake waiting to break its cage.

“Your Noble Majesty, Ferran sends his greetings,” the young man threw out his bait. “May I ask what brings you here?”

What are you looking for me for? What can I provide for you? Anything at all—even my life—I would savor it, as long as it brings me closer to you.

“Please…” his lips parted in a silent, exhaled sigh.

As he spoke, a third card floated out on the system panel, its face a swirl of red and silver.

In the illustration, the man knelt on the ground, his hands bound tightly behind his back. His dark green silk shirt was unbuttoned, revealing purplish whip marks at the base of his neck. A cold gold chest chain wound down from his throat, disappearing into the crevice of his chest.

The girl, with her back to the viewer, held a whip, lightly tilting the man’s chin up. It was a dismissive, almost insulting gesture, yet there was no humiliation on the man’s face—only a flush of intense excitement. He leaned into the whip, looking up at the girl with expectant eyes.

Character Profile: Ferran

Two stars for loyalty? TWO STARS!

Su Lili couldn’t believe her eyes as she re-read the data. She felt a sudden pang of regret about her decision to release him. How did such a rebel appear in the loyal Zerg race?

It was bizarre. Despite the abysmal loyalty, his favorability was at four stars the moment they met.

Confused by the situation, Su Lili pursed her lips and observed him cautiously. The muzzle and his hair hid most of his expressions; the other Zerg noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

Seeing the King hesitate to reply, Zephyros spoke up: “Ferran, the King’s physique is weak. She needs your ‘Honey-Brew.'”

At these words, the man hanging in the air trembled for a moment.

“I’m sorry to trouble you for the ‘Honey-Brew,'” the newborn King said earnestly. She did not take his service for granted. “In return, I will do my best to repair your mental sea.”

As if amused, the man let out a low, muffled chuckle.

What a kind and simple King, Ferran thought, his blood boiling even harder.

To “brew honey” for the King. Among Bee-types, honey-brewing was an act shared only between the most intimate of partners. At the thought of the honey produced within his body being consumed by the King, his honey-chamber pulsed with heat.

“It is my honor to brew for the King,” he heard himself reply. His voice was steady, carrying the respect and submission characteristic of a Zerg toward their Queen.

He was acting with a degree of obedience that stood in stark contrast to his actual loyalty score. Su Lili frowned, becoming even more vigilant. When things are this unusual, there’s always a catch.

She spoke carefully: “If you have any requests, you may state them.”

“Please allow me to serve by your side, my King.”

Ferran looked up. His hair slid back to reveal those crimson eyes. He hid his madness deep within, showing only a sliver of supplication. He stared unblinkingly at the girl, his voice as deep as a cello and carrying an innate elegance. Even hanging in the air, he looked like an ancient aristocrat; one could hardly tell he had once undergone a mental riot.

If not for the system, Su Lili might have been deceived by this performance of taming.

Should I take him with me? To an OMEGA raised in a more egalitarian world, this didn’t seem like an excessive request. As the one asking for help, she actually felt a bit guilty about his humble attitude.

But as the supreme Zerg Queen, this was all supposed to be natural. To the Zerg, the King is everything. Past Queens were cold-blooded, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty. Other Zerg were mere ants at their feet, pieces on a board, or disposable toys. For millions of years, they had lived by these rules of absolute submission.

Yet this newborn, otherworldly King was so soft, gentle, and benevolent that she gave these bugs a taste of unprecedented tenderness—enough to sprout unspeakable, rebellious delusions.

“Presumptuous!”

Before Su Lili could respond, Lucius erupted. The normally calm High Priest looked grim, his tone full of displeasure and warning. “Brewing for the King is your honor. How dare you take this opportunity to make such an impudent request!”