Transmigrated into a Redemption Novel as a Disciplinary Bug - Chapter 1

“Take a look, sir! Strong limbs and immense strength—perfect for labor once you bring him home!”

“Wingless insect slaves on sale! Now only eighty percent off!”

“Exquisitely trained female slaves, look at this quality—honest dealings for all ages.”

The vendors shouted loudly, competing to introduce their goods.

On both sides of the street, cages were haphazardly displayed, but what was confined inside were not livestock, but various insect female slaves.

To prove they were fresh and durable goods, the sellers vigorously swung leather whips. The whip’s tearing sound sliced through the night, landing heavily on the insect slaves’ backs.

Instantly, flesh split open, blood gushed out. Pain could make the barely breathing insects emit mournful cries again. This was the most common marketing tactic in the black market.

Carlos was swept forward by the insect flow on the street, taking some effort to reach his destination—Sweet Home, the most renowned insect slave auction house in the black market.

He lightly knocked on the wide-open back door of the disciplinary area, swiped through the access control, and immediately encountered a restricted-level “punishment.” This bloody scene might be more aptly described as torture.

“Damn it, why is pulling wings so troublesome.”

A uniformed overseer insect loudly cursed, holding a forearm-length bone-cleaver knife, kicking and punching the “thing” at his feet.

A small female insect on the ground curled into a ball, unable to move anymore.

His hands lay limp on the ground like noodles. Under the violence, the strength to protect his head and neck had already been completely lost. His frail, short body could only tremble slightly, covered in scars.

This was clearly a half-grown juvenile insect child.

The youth’s back was covered with wounds, especially the two protruding wounds at his shoulder blades. The knife marks intertwined intricately, a pair of dusty wings drooping weakly on the ground.

“You damn brat, wasted so much of my effort. If I don’t pull your wings out by the roots today, I’d really be wasting my time.”

The overseer insect, furious to the point of veins bulging on his forehead, viciously gripped the insect child’s wing sac.

A flash of blade light, the overseer’s knife pressed tightly against the insect child’s already swollen and festering wing root. Just as he was about to strike—

“Wait!”

Carlos’s words interrupted the overseer’s action. Before being questioned, Carlos continued:

“Pulling off wings can indeed gain more favor from lords and customers, but I have a better method.”

The overseer insect looked suspiciously at Carlos upon hearing this, signaling him to continue.

“Have you heard of ‘Insect Wing Art’?”

“During the female insect’s childhood, drip specially formulated liquid onto the wings daily to inhibit their growth. Ultimately, the permanently softened wings cannot fly nor harm the admirers.”

“The most wondrous part is that wings nurtured this way cannot heal after injury, making coloring easier. Lords can use engraving knives dipped in pigment to freely paint on the wing surface, penetrating deeply into the bone, making the artwork vivid and lifelike.”

Insect female insects naturally possess superhuman regenerative abilities. They rely on their wings to freely soar across wilderness, even flying through space.

Destroying the wings, permanently turning them into mere canvases for appreciation, violates insect nature—extremely cruel.

In Sweet Home, there indeed existed the concept of “Insect Wing Art.” But as the disciplinary insects’ skills declined and the formula became difficult to prepare, this high-end method to please lords had long been lost, even rarely known in the market.

Coincidentally, this overseer had heard about it and had to take it seriously.

Facing the resentful gaze of the insect youth and the overseer’s puzzled expression, Carlos parted his lips and calmly introduced himself:

“Hello, it’s our first meeting. I am the newly assigned disciplinary officer, Carlos Astley.”

Tap, tap, tap—the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground was strikingly abrupt in the silence, like a rhythmic beat against the heart.

Carlos took two steps forward with his long legs. The light cast upon him gradually outlined his slender figure, even adding a faint glow to his dark hair. The rolled-up sleeves revealed the blue veins on his wrists.

Half of his face remained hidden in darkness, his expression obscure and unclear, only his eyes deep as night.

Yet, even though Carlos was well-proportioned and tall, compared to the robust, muscular female insects, he could still be considered petite.

Moreover, his exposed arms were delicate and clean, without any insect scales. A characteristic typically possessed only by esteemed male insects.

As everyone knew, male insects despised bloodshed and violence. How could a lord come to such a place where disciplinary insect slaves were confined?

And a disciplinary officer? How could that be possible? The overseer was instantly horrified.

“Insect God above, esteemed lord, how… how could you come to such a filthy place? Please… please don’t dirty your feet.”

Shaken by the fright, the overseer’s expression grew increasingly troubled. He nearly collapsed in panic.

Scrambling forward, he finally noticed the two antennae extending from Carlos’s head and drooping beside his ears—the distinctive mark of a subfemale insect, which had been mistaken due to the dim lighting.

So, it was just a subfemale insect pretending to be mysterious!

“Tsk, you… so you’re the new one. Fine, come with me.”

Having panicked unnecessarily, the overseer felt annoyed. He scrutinized Carlos’s fair skin and elegant posture, skeptically remarking:

“But how could an insect like you come to this wretched place to be a disciplinary officer? It’s like your insect brain has gone mad!”

Why come to such a place? He too wanted to know.

Carlos maintained his smiling facade, though inwardly he wholeheartedly agreed. He not only felt he was insane but also believed the system and the world were mad.

【Isn’t it a tremendous opportunity to come to this world to complete tasks and gain a chance for rebirth?】

The system detected the host’s emotional fluctuations and timely added a jab.

Carlos: This blessing is for you. Do you want it…?

Today was his seventh day since crossing over.

Carlos was originally an ordinary human living on Blue Star. After stumbling and being struck by a black club, he died and crossed into this melodramatic online novel titled “I Married a Female Insect General in the Insect Race.””

According to the system’s introduction, the story takes place in the interstellar insect race.

The physiological structure of the insect race is vastly different from humans. Here, there are no males and females but rather three genders: female insects, subfemale insects, and male insects, all resembling human males in appearance.

Female insects are born as warriors; their wings and limbs are their best combat tools, and ferocity is practically their defining trait.

Subfemale insects are more delicate. Though they also possess insect characteristics, these are not prominent, and their combat prowess is low. To put it bluntly, a female insect could knock out a whole string of subfemale and male insects with one punch.

Male insects are the rarest gender among the insect race. They are delicate and fragile, but because the insect race follows the instinct of prioritizing reproduction, male insects are regarded as treasures of the insect race, and there is even a specialized Male Insect Protection Association.

This novel tells the story of a human named Eric who transmigrates into the insect race, rescues the protagonist shou, Zelan, who has fallen into the black market. The protagonist gong, disregarding past grievances, uses love to redeem and save the shou. In the end, they marry first and fall in love later, breaking through societal prejudice.

Hearing this, Carlos was overwhelmed with points of complaint and didn’t know where to start. In this interstellar era, how can there still be gender discrimination?

The most outrageous part is that he didn’t transmigrate as the protagonist gong or the protagonist shou, but as…

Our goal is to be the best tool person, provide the strongest support, and be the best assist!

We are determined to push the protagonist gong and shou together and create a perfect ending! Host, come on! Fighting!】

As a tool person, Carlos transmigrated at the point in time of the novel’s prequel, before the story’s plot begins, when the original shou has just fallen into the black market.

Carlos communicated with the system in his mind: “So now we need to ensure the novel’s plot starts normally, and the protagonist shou can meet the protagonist gong?”

【Yes, host! Clever as I am, I’ve arranged for your tool person identity to be a perverted control bug in the black market! This way, you can personally put the protagonist shou through hardships while ensuring the gong and shou successfully meet. Completing the task will be a breeze.】

The system excitedly set off fireworks in Carlos’s mind, almost materializing the proud expression of “praise me.””

【Also, it’s very important that the host’s identity must not be OOC! Currently, your identity compatibility is 70%.】

Hah… “perverted disciplinarian bug”, and no OOC allowed. Carlos seriously suspects the system is specifically here to rip him off.

【By the way, host, your acting skills are truly amazing! But why did you disguise yourself as a female insect? Previous hosts all disliked the low status of female insects and found it inconvenient, so they specifically asked me to set their identities as male insects.】 The system thought of this and was somewhat puzzled.

That’s right, Carlos is a male insect disguised as a sub-female.

The tail hook extending from his tailbone is coiled around his waist, barely disguised by his loose outer robe, while the two antennae on his head are custom-made disguise elements.

Heaven knows, when he went to a shop to order this kind of thing, the shopkeeper’s expression was comparable to eating insect droppings.

Carlos was almost speechless from the system’s antics.

So, you never considered how much trouble a male insect becoming a disciplinarian insect would cause later?”

At best, he’d be reported and gawked at; at worst, he’d be directly taken away by the Male Insect Protection Association.

For a new race, acting without comprehensive understanding is tantamount to courting death. Even con artists and thieves scout locations in advance.

In the seven days since arriving in this world, Carlos hasn’t been idle. He researched data and conducted field surveys to learn about the insect race. Though time was short and he didn’t learn much, at least he wouldn’t die in the first episode of a TV drama or the first chapter of a novel.

Disguising himself Now, playing the new identity given by the system isn’t particularly difficult.

As expected of our great host! Speaking of which, were you just now trying to save that insect child? Such actions only increase risks. It’s best if the host avoids doing them.】

“Fool, do I look like that kind of person? This is called establishing authority.” Carlos curled his lips into a smile.

He adjusted his hood, the brim perfectly shading his face and obscuring his expression. In the dim light, Carlos glanced back, his gaze drifting toward the direction of the young insect slave, but he said nothing more.

“By the way, you mentioned ‘previous hosts’ earlier? Is this what you meant by effortless?”

[I, I, I… this… this.] The system stammered, unable to form a complete sentence, desperately trying to change the subject.

[Host, look! I’ve detected that we’re approaching the protagonist shou—just ahead!]

The insect guard leading the way came to a halt. The seemingly endless corridor, which felt as though it stretched into the abyss of the universe, finally revealed its final destination.

A metal door came into view, identical in structure to the other cells they had passed, except for the faint traces of blood on the handle and along the edges of the frame, hinting at something unusual.

“Mr. Astley, from today onward, the insect slave inside will be under your care.”

The guard gestured with his eyes, a malicious smirk playing on his lips as he added:

“The auction will take place in a month. Before then, the female slave inside must become obedient and docile, molded into the form the employer’s desire. Every inch of his body, inside and out, must meet their exacting standards.”