The Omega Becomes The Zerg Queen - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Jesar

Walking out of the preparation room was another moth-type.

With lead-gray wolf-cut hair and antennae, and pale, bloodless skin, he was still wearing that Greek-style gray-white cloth robe. A worn, fringed long scarf was wrapped around his neck, covering the lower half of his face and leaving only those inorganic, black-hole-like eyes visible.

He seemed to have zero interest in the silence or the excitement of his surroundings. From the moment he appeared, his face showed no emotional fluctuations. His lips were pressed tightly together as he stared at his opponent as if looking at a lifeless object.

The Zerg in the arena recognized him almost instantly. The Queen’s livestream had been analyzed countless times by the Zerg, and by extension, his face had been viewed over and over.

—Dammit, it’s that one-in-a-billion lucky winner.

Unlike their feelings of love and reverence for the Queen, whenever they saw this face, the Zerg couldn’t help but feel a surge of bitterness and resentment. To summarize: envy, jealousy, and hate.

By the Zerg God, what did this kid do to deserve such luck?!

The audience began shouting toward the field.

“Number 84, show him what you’ve got!” “Smash his teeth in; let’s see if he’s really a mute!” “Put some effort in, 84! Let us hear this kid scream!” “As expected of someone from a peripheral trash planet—doesn’t even know to change his clothes after coming to the home world.” “Look at how sickly he is. Don’t let him waste the King’s time again.”

Triggered by the keyword “King,” Jesar turned his head to glance at the audience. In the crowded sea of people, he locked onto the target instantly. His pitch-black eyes were bottomless. The Zerg who had been coldly stared at by him shuddered, shrank his neck, and hid behind the crowd to yell: “Defeat him! Defeat him!”

Driven by certain subtle emotions, the Zerg began to cheer and wave banners for Number 84. Amidst the overwhelming cries of “defeat him,” Su Lili even heard a few people shouting “kill him.”

“…” She turned her head to look at that bug.

“!” Facing the girl’s cold gaze, there was an indescribable sense of deterrent. The Zerg felt a sudden wave of guilt, immediately shut his mouth, and vanished into the crowd.

On the field, Number 84 clearly recognized the newcomer as well. “It’s you, lucky kid.” He smiled at Jesar, clenching his fists to loosen up his muscles. With his furry wings flapping, he flew into mid-air and looked down at Number 85 on the ground.

The tattered cloth robe hung loosely on Jesar. The youth had a slender frame, and his muscles weren’t particularly obvious; at a glance, he didn’t look very strong.

“Let’s have a real match,” Number 84 said. “This time, it won’t just be about luck. Only the winner is qualified to be seen by the Queen.”

During their last meeting, Jesar had left a very deep impression on Su Lili. The delicate, beautiful youth—looking like a doll—had turned red with urgency while trying to look at her, which made people feel fond of him. How will he fight?

Su Lili pulled Zephyrus back to the spectator stand. As if guided by an unknown force, the surrounding Zerg spontaneously cleared a path for her, ensuring she could reach the edge with the best view. She was standing at the bottom-left corner of the arena, facing Number 84 and behind Number 85. Thus, she could only see the youth’s straight back.

Once he fully appeared in her line of sight, the long-dormant system card panel finally refreshed.

System: Congratulations to the host for unlocking the card: Jesar.

A new card emerged from the system panel. As the black silhouette faded, it revealed an illustration drawn in black, white, and gray lines.

On the card, he was still wearing the Greek-style robe, but without the scarf. He was reaching out from behind to embrace the girl in front of him. The hug was very tight, almost embedding the girl into his body. The loose neckline of his classical robe was slightly disarranged by their close posture, inadvertently revealing a wide expanse of delicate collarbone and a pale chest. In reality, he wasn’t as thin as he appeared; his chest was covered by a thin layer of firm muscle. He had his head turned, his gaze locked on the person in his arms, his pale lips grazing her ear as if whispering.

Below the card was his basic information:

• Name: Jesar

• Race: Zerg

• Constitution: SSS-grade

• Spiritual Power: S-grade

• Favorability: ★★★★☆

• Loyalty: ★★★★☆

Contradicting his delicate appearance, his strength was immense—nearly on par with Zephyrus. Furthermore, both his favorability and loyalty were already very high.

Su Lili focused on the youth in the arena. As soon as Number 84 finished speaking, Jesar vanished from his spot. No one saw how he got into the air; even his afterimage only appeared for a split second. The next moment, he and Number 84 disappeared together. Dark blue blood sprayed in the air. When he reappeared, he was still standing, while Number 84 had already lost the ability to fight.

The scene looked somewhat bloody and eerie. Number 84’s massive wings had been snapped off at the base; he looked as if he was about to lose consciousness from the pain.

“Sss—” The audience let out a collective gasp. Their hearts constricted, the overwhelming shouting stopped, and for a moment, the entire arena was silent. No one dared to speak.

Such speed. Such a ferocious fighting style. Even among the martial Zerg, this was considered a brutal yet sharp attack. The Zerg felt a bit awkward, but they had to admit—this lucky bug actually had some skill. That move, by Zerg aesthetic standards, was stunning.

Worrying that the bloody imagery would disturb the Queen, Zephyrus reached out to cover her eyes. “My King, don’t look.”

Number 85, standing on the ground, struggled to give a non-standard smile toward the stands, feeling a bit of regret in his heart. Pity, I couldn’t win beautifully for her to see… and I seem to have scared her.

The battle ended, and Number 84 was carried off. Roles swapped, and Jesar stood in Number 84’s original position. Across the vast arena, he locked onto the girl at the edge of the stands almost instantly.

His pale, bloodless skin turned crimson in an instant. Moisture welled up in those indifferent black pupils that occupied nearly his whole eye socket, and the gray-white antennae atop his head twisted together. His body recognized her before his mind did.

—It’s her. Her Majesty.

Such an obvious change naturally didn’t escape the audience’s eyes. They began to whisper. “Look at him; he looks like he’s going to cry any second.” “What did he see?” “This appearance is looking more and more like when he was on the livestream with the King.”

Following his gaze, their eyes focused on the figure in the black cloak.

“…” Suddenly, an unrealistic fantasy popped into all their minds at once. That person… couldn’t really be Her Majesty, could it?

Following the gaze, the crowd on the stands began to cluster toward the girl. A few nearby Zerg tried to open their mouths to strike up a conversation. Su Lili pursed her lips, her slender fingers clutching her sleeves, creating long creases. At this moment, anything she said would seem hollow.

“I’ve been recognized.” She sighed, looking at Zephyrus somewhat helplessly.

The Zerg’s fanatical devotion to the Queen surpassed everything; under these circumstances, it was no longer suitable to stay. As if in telepathic sync with her, Zephyrus unfolded his bone-wings and knelt on one knee to invite her. With a slight nod, Su Lili placed her hand in his palm, which was covered by a black fingerless glove.

Zephyrus pulled the girl’s slender, soft waist close. The next second, he beat his wings and soared, vanishing from the spot.

“It really was the King!” “HER MAJESTY!!!” Inside the Colosseum, the Zerg let out cheers that shook the heavens.

Jesar stood where he was, staring blankly in the direction where the girl had disappeared in the sky. This is bad. It seems I messed up. If he had been able to control his emotions back then, perhaps the King could have looked at him for a while longer.

He pulled the scarf up over his neck. Hidden by the cloth, Jesar’s mouth moved as he tried to form several words. —Next time we meet, I must apologize to her. —And, tell her my name.

System: Jesar: Loyalty: ★★★★★

“So fast.”

Held around the waist by Zephyrus and suspended in mid-air, the girl let out a startled cry. Almost upon their first “meeting,” and before they even had a chance to speak, Jesar had already given her a fifth star in loyalty. Such smooth progress greatly increased her favorability toward him, and she couldn’t help but let out a smile.

“Your Majesty.” Noticing the change in his charge’s mood, Zephyrus lowered his head, his gaze soft as it fell upon the girl’s exquisite face. “Should we return to the sleeping quarters now? Or wander a bit longer?”

“But haven’t we been recognized?” Su Lili was a bit hesitant. It was a rare trip out, and she naturally wanted to play longer, but she didn’t want to cause a riot.

“It doesn’t matter, Your Majesty.” Zephyrus curled his lips, his tone composed. “If you wish, we can change to a different disguise.”

On the Zerg home world, the layout of the central city was close to a square. To be safe, Zephyrus took her to the opposite side, diagonal to the Colosseum. Unlike the war-hungry arena, this side was much gentler. It was closer to the leisure and entertainment districts of her previous life on Blue Star.

The streets were lined with various foods, clothing, and game zones. Zerg didn’t have high material requirements; these battle-maniacs usually only had duels on their minds. Usually, not many people came here, but because the Royal Guard selection was imminent, it had become quite lively.

Even so, two muscular, burly men walking down the street was quite eye-catching. No matter how you looked at it, these two should be shedding blood in the arena, not strolling around eating and playing here.

“Is this really okay?” Su Lili leaned toward Zephyrus’s ear and whispered softly. “I feel like… they are still constantly looking at us.”

“Your Majesty, please rest assured.” Zephyrus also mimicked her, whispering back into her ear. “I promise you, they haven’t recognized us.”

He looked at the burly man before him—rough-hewn and tall, but with a shy expression. His golden eyes were still full of tenderness. “Tiring you out with a disguise like this, I apologize, Your Majesty.”

“No, no.” Su Lili waved her hand quickly. “I’m already satisfied that I can keep playing.”

A burly man doing such a gesture was a bit jarring, but her tone and mannerisms were so natural that it seemed as if she were born that way. The tender interaction between the two “mighty men” was a bit hard on the eyes of the onlookers.

“Respect, understand, best wishes.” The Zerg who were secretly peeking over shifted their gazes away.

“Blegh…”