The Omega Becomes The Zerg Queen - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Fainting

Before she could take a closer look, a knock sounded at the door—attendant bugs had arrived with food.

Looking at the dazzling array of dishes before her—none of which she could name, but all of which looked delicious—Su Lili felt a surge of excitement. She hadn’t eaten since breaking out of her shell and was now feeling incredibly hungry.

She tried most of the items on the table, but her favorite was a fruit called “Duo Duo.” This fruit had a flexible, lustrous outer shell that felt as smooth as fine jade. It was shaped like a white flower bud, with a hint of pale yellow stamen peeking out from the top. By inserting a special straw into the stamen, one could drink its sweet, refreshing juice. The sweetness was perfectly balanced, leaving behind a unique floral aftertaste.

According to Celar’s introduction, this fragrance had healing properties and could slightly alleviate the spiritual riots of both Zerg and Humans.

However, the production of this fruit was extremely scarce, and its home planet was located within the Federation.

Two hundred years ago, the Interstellar Zerg held absolute dominance. But over the last two centuries, due to the loss of the Queen’s soothing influence, the Zerg had been plagued by genetic instability and spiritual riots, falling into internal chaos.

The Federation seized this opportunity of Zerg weakness to grow stronger, and now they stood as a power capable of rivaling the Zerg.

Valuable healing fruits like the Duo Duo fruit were strictly controlled by the Federation. Ninety percent was reserved for internal consumption by the Federation’s military and parliament. The remaining ten percent served as diplomatic gifts, with only a tiny fraction ever reaching the market for auction.

The single fruit in front of the young girl, in terms of its actual market price, was enough to purchase an entire low-tier planet.

…

Once the girl finished her meal, Celar led her toward the bathroom. “My King, you may wash first. I will leave a change of clothes at the door.”

Su Lili asked, “Eh? You aren’t coming with me?”

She had hoped to ask them more about the current state of the Zerg while bathing.

“Forgive us, My King, but not this time…”

Celar lowered his eyes, his face flushing slightly.

“If… if the King requires it in the future…”

“Alright then.” Su Lili felt a bit disappointed.

Faint mist rose from the milk-white pool, which was kept at a comfortable temperature. Likely due to added spices, it carried a refreshing and pleasant scent.

Su Lili slowly stepped into the bath. The warm water relaxed her tense nerves. Leaning against the edge of the pool, she idly began scrolling through “Chongbo” (Zerg Weibo).

Upon clicking the trending topics, the “Queen Content” was 100%.

In her past life as a top-tier Omega, Su Lili’s every move was the focus of the Empire, and she had many fans—but it paled in comparison to the current fanaticism of the Zerg. To be precise, no other race in the entire galaxy likely possessed the singular devotion and madness of the Zerg.

As expected of the Zerg—everyone is a hardcore Queen fan and a ‘solo stan’.

The hashtag #Queen, Look Here# caught Su Lili’s curiosity, and she clicked in.

As the topic expanded, it was a landslide of selfies and self-introductions from Zerg of all kinds—male and female.

There were innocent, hand-written love letters.

There were bold, skin-showing “thirst traps.”

Some male bugs even displayed their robust muscles from every 360-degree angle, attempting to recommend themselves for the King’s bed. Just looking at the thumbnails was enough to make one’s face turn bright red.

The variety of “pixelated” images caught Su Lili completely off guard.

She stared at the milky bathwater and began to seriously consider the possibility of using it to wash her eyes.

The King saw it.

But the King refused.

The top trending topic, #When Does the Selection for the Queen’s Guard Begin?#, also caught the girl’s attention.

According to tradition, every Queen selects her own Royal Guard. However, the selection methods and criteria vary slightly according to the needs of each Queen. Every Royal Guard selection could be described as a carnival for the entire Zerg race.

This should be a good time to observe if there are any new character cards, she noted mentally.

“My King, the clothes have been placed at the door,” Celar’s voice drifted in from outside.

It was about time. Su Lili quickly finished washing and brought the clothes inside.

It was a slip nightgown, ankle-length and champagne-colored with a faint luster. The material was light and soft, like delicate feathers. There wasn’t much decoration on the dress, only soft, matching lace adorning the hem and neckline.

The form-fitting cut outlined the girl’s exquisite figure. Su Lili changed and headed for the door. Just as she reached it, a sudden, sharp pain exploded in her head. Her fragile spiritual sea felt as if an invisible giant hand were tearing it into shreds. The pain came fast and hard, spreading from her head to her body and limbs.

Before she could react further—

Su Lili’s vision went black, and she collapsed.

“My King!!!”

The twins cried out in shock.

Standing guard outside, Celar and Damian caught the girl’s body instantly. The nightgown was thin; her soft, delicate, jade-like skin pressed defenselessly against them. This sudden physical intimacy caused the antennae on their heads to stiffen instantly, their pupils dilating into wide circles as they froze, unable to process the sensation.

But their calls received no response. The brothers’ expressions changed instantly, turning so dark they looked ready to drip with gloom.

The King has fainted. They reached this conclusion immediately.

After carefully placing the King on the bed, they rushed out the door, messaging Lucius while searching for a medical officer.

…

“Lord Lucius, the King has fainted. Come quickly.”

When Lucius received this transmission, he was in a private lounge discussing with Zephyrus whether or not to inform the Queen about the Third Legion Commander.

The Zerg were divided into three major legions. The First Legion focused on research and development; they were the intellectual backbone of the Zerg, specializing in spiritual attacks, with Lucius as their Commander. The Second Legion focused on combat; they were the Zerg’s bravest warriors, specializing in various lethal weaponry, with Zephyrus as their Commander. The Third Legion focused on stealth and assassination; known as the “Shadow of the Zerg,” they were elusive and mysterious.

The Third Legion Commander, Ferran, had been seriously injured ten years ago during a mission, resulting in severe spiritual damage. Normally, he could have recovered with the Queen’s spiritual grooming, but the previous Queen had died prematurely, and the new Queen had been long in coming.

His injuries could not heal, and his broken spiritual sea became increasingly violent without the Queen’s soothing. Two years ago, he suffered a spiritual riot and launched indiscriminate attacks, turning half a planet into ruins. He was eventually captured by the combined efforts of Lucius and Zephyrus and imprisoned in the lowest level of the Black Prison.

Now that the new Queen was born, Ferran desperately needed her spiritual treatment.

“Until Ferran’s condition stabilizes, he will not be allowed to see the Queen.” This was a consensus they reached without even needing to discuss it.

No uncertain factors should appear around the newborn Queen. Even if Ferran could appear like a normal Zerg under the influence of sedatives, no one would gamble with the Queen’s safety.

What they were currently debating was whether to inform the Queen of Ferran’s current situation.

“Childhood should be spent happily and without worry. The Queen was just born; both her spirit and body are in a developmental stage. We should not tell her these things to trouble her,” Lucius said slowly. “Perhaps we should wait until the Queen reaches adulthood.”

“Lucius, you and I are both subjects; we truly shouldn’t be making decisions on behalf of the Queen,” Zephyrus said with a steady gaze. “Regardless, the Queen has the right to know Ferran’s condition. As for whether she chooses to help him, that choice belongs to her.”

Zephyrus knew in his heart that the newborn King was soft-hearted and kind; even the lowest Great Strength Zerg were treated with her warmth. That was a tenderness that previous Zerg Queens lacked. She would definitely choose to help Ferran.

If they hid the truth now, the King might feel disappointed later when she finds out she couldn’t help immediately. Not wanting to see that expression on the King’s face, Zephyrus insisted on reporting the truth.

“It is our honor to have a benevolent monarch, but you must realize that nothing is more important than the Queen,” Lucius’s eyes grew even calmer. “I worry that the Queen forcibly using her spiritual power for treatment during her infancy will affect her health.”

Before the dispute could be resolved, the Star-Brain butler broadcasted an urgent message.

Usually, one has to manually check messages, but users can set priority levels that determine how a message is notified. Lucius had set the highest priority—the kind that broadcasts instantly—for only one keyword.

“The King.”

Zephyrus saw his companion’s face change instantly. The usual gentleness and calm faded, replaced by anxiety and unease. “The King has fainted.”

The King has fainted. These words seemed to physically expand in Zephyrus’s mind until they occupied his entire consciousness.

Before the words had even finished echoing, he had already rushed out.

Lucius watched his companion’s retreating back. He also wanted to rush to the Queen’s side immediately, but as the Archon, only his identity credentials could locate and coordinate all personnel in the fleet.

Furthermore… with a body like his, what right did he have to dream of approaching the King?

All he could do was manage Zerg affairs for the King and be her most capable assistant.

Lucius called the accompanying medical officers on the main ship with the highest priority and arranged for medical officers on the other auxiliary ships to transfer to the main ship immediately.

As he walked out of the lounge, his adjutant met him at the door.

“The King has fainted. I have notified the medical officers to proceed with treatment immediately. It will take another 5 hours to reach the Mother Planet. Notify the Sanctuary Medical Institute to be ready; a full-body examination must be conducted as soon as the King arrives,” Lucius instructed while walking quickly toward the Queen’s quarters. “Temporarily suppress the news to avoid public panic.”

“Yes, sir.”

Celar and Damian found the medical officer halfway.

The accompanying medical officer was a female of the Scorpion-type, with graying hair. Her rounded body dragged a pale tail-hook as she scrambled with all her limbs, panting for breath.

The twins went up, grabbed the medical officer’s tail-hook, and accelerated toward the sleeping quarters. The medical officer’s plump body was bounced around the corridor like a ball.

“Ouch, ouch! Careful, careful!”

It was a chaotic journey. As they neared the sleeping quarters, a faint, sweet fragrance began to float through the air.

Having lost the suppression of spiritual power, the pheromones belonging to an S-class Omega were being released once again.

The sweet fragrance, mixed with the royal spiritual power, slowly and irresistibly surrounded the newcomers, easily stirring the most hidden desires in the heart of every Zerg.

The twins froze on the spot for a moment.

“The King… smells so good…”