Transmigrated into a Redemption Novel as a Disciplinary Bug - Chapter 10

Indeed, the insect wings were only the beginning…

The most precious things of the female insect were all to be destroyed one by one in the original story.

He yearned for the universe, exploring infinite unknowns and possibilities—so his wings were to be broken.

He fought bloody battles with star beasts, striving for the highest honor—so his insect transformation ability was to be stripped away, turning him into a useless insect.

He wanted an insect offspring, to have his own bloodline—so his reproductive cavity was to be destroyed, robbing him of his final dignity as a female insect.

The plot from the book flashed through Carlos’s mind.

Every word stabbed at his heart, leaving him speechless.

“Clang—”

The sound of metal clashing pulled Carlos’s thoughts back.

The female insect in his arms was clutching his head tightly, but with one hand shackled, the chain rattled as he struggled.

“2757! 2757! Can you hear me?”

With medical insects nearby, Carlos couldn’t even call Zelan by his name, only repeating his number over and over.

But of course, it was futile.

Zelan seemed trapped in a nightmare. If not for the restraints and Carlos firmly gripping his waist, the female insect might have even tried to smash his head against the wall.

“Ethan, what’s wrong with him?”

Ethan sighed helplessly and hurried over to check. He lifted the female insect’s eyelids, scanned his head with an instrument, and even, like an old Chinese doctor, took his wrist to check his pulse—yet he couldn’t come up with a clear explanation.

“Well, it… it should be post-traumatic stress disorder.”

Ethan stammered, as any condition that couldn’t be detected physiologically was simply labeled as this disorder.

Seeing Ethan’s reaction, Carlos knew just how unreliable he was.

“It’s not a big deal. Take him back. Insect slaves are tough; he’ll be fine soon.” Seeing Carlos’s darkening expression, Ethan felt a chill in his heart but forced himself to continue.

Insect slaves came and went, but Ethan remained.

In the auction house, he had seen this condition too many times. Usually, it was left untreated, and sedatives were never used—that would be a waste of resources.

Doing nothing and letting the insect slave endure it on their own was the best approach. At worst, the insect slave’s mind might become a bit dull from the fever.

Cruel, but efficient.

The conversation between the two insects drifted into Zelan’s ears like a faint buzzing, indistinct and unclear.

His soul seemed to drift back to that “slaughterhouse.”

Blood and filth filled his vision, and the truth crashed down before him.

Originally, everything was about to be revealed.

But swarms of star beasts appeared out of thin air, the encirclement tightening.

As military insects, they had never feared fighting star beasts. Everything should have gone smoothly.

Until the real traitor appeared.

Blood splattered.

Limbs tore apart.

Not even a scream could be uttered in time.

Shattered insect wings slowly fell, each piece shimmering under the refraction of light.

Like a crystal-clear snowfall.

But what followed was endless darkness.

Zelan suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood as if overwhelmed by rage.

Carlos had just brought the female insect back to cell 2757 when Zelan’s blood drenched him.

The bright red stains soaked his shirt, but the black uniform showed nothing—as if… nothing had ever happened.

The auction house uniforms were all black for this very reason.

It had already taken considerable effort to bring the female insect back. After all this commotion, the female insect showed no signs of improvement; its body even began to convulse.

Carlos reached out to test Zelan’s forehead temperature. Insectoids have a much lower body temperature than humans from Blue Star, typically fluctuating around 34°C, but Zelan’s temperature was clearly abnormally high.

He had no doubt that Zelan’s forehead was now hot enough to fry an egg, and even heat a slice of bacon. Enough to complete a full breakfast.

Although the female insect’s body was resilient, letting this continue unchecked would inevitably lead to problems.

Carlos rummaged in his pants pocket and, like a magician, pulled out several syringes of medication.

【Host, where did you get the sedatives?】 the system asked, puzzled.

“You mean these? I grabbed them from the medical room earlier.”

??? When did that happen? How did I not know? The system was utterly shocked.

As soon as they entered the insect slave medical room, Carlos had instinctively observed the layout.

Several cabinets in the room contained medical supplies, arranged somewhat haphazardly. Each type of medication was abundant, and since Carlos was still learning the insectoid pharmaceutical language, he couldn’t distinguish which ones were useful.

But while words can deceive, eyes rarely do.

When discussing the treatment methods for the female insect, Ethan’s gaze had unconsciously drifted toward a specific area. When Carlos left, he casually pocketed two or three syringes from that spot.

【Wait? The medical insect was there too, and he was watching. When did you manage to take them?】 The system still couldn’t figure it out.

Carlos smiled but didn’t answer.

After all, when it came to hand speed, he had never lost.

He pulled out his smart device and scanned the three types of medication. After ruling out muscle relaxants and stimulants, he found the effective sedative.

Even in a semi-conscious state, the female insect remained restless.

For a moment, he couldn’t find the right words to describe it. It felt like touching a dying fish—the sensation under his hand was slippery, and despite being covered in wounds, it would squirm at the slightest touch.

Carlos simply lifted the female insect, firmly securing it in the crook of his arm, letting its head rest on his forearm. With his other hand, he opened the syringe and slowly pushed out the air inside.

The moment the needle touched the skin, perhaps due to the cold sensation, the female insect instinctively struggled again.

“Don’t be afraid, it’ll be over soon.”

Carlos gently rubbed the injection site with his thumb, his touch soft and soothing.

【Warning! Host OOC detected! Identity compliance points deducted…】

“What, do you want the protagonist to burn into a fool?”

【But! This is clearly…】

“No buts. Imagine if the protagonist, now a fool, meets the main love interest. You wouldn’t even need a redemption arc anymore. The novel could just be renamed ‘I Took My Foolish Wife to Seek Medical Treatment in the Insectoid World.’ Sounds like it could be a touching redemption story too.”

The system imagined that scenario and felt increasingly uneasy, a shiver running down its spine.

【Host, you might have a point there. Alright then…】

“Of course, I wouldn’t lie to you,” Carlos said without batting an eye.

As the medication slowly injected, Carlos inwardly sighed with relief.

Given the insectoid medical standards, this type of medication should take effect within three minutes.

Three minutes passed…

Five minutes passed…

Ten minutes passed…

Yet, the female insect’s temperature showed no signs of dropping. Instead, it seemed to be getting worse.

Carlos searched with his smart brain and discovered that the effectiveness of sedatives also relates to the physique of the female insect. If the target is a battle-hardened military female, even the dosage needs to be increased.

Upon closer inspection, he found that the most extreme cases even reached the levels used for cattle and elephants—no wonder there were so many medications in the medical room.

[Host, what do we do now? It seems like it’s not working.]

“Don’t worry, there are other methods.”

Unless absolutely necessary, Carlos didn’t want to resort to this approach.

He freed one hand and loosened his belt slightly.

Applying a bit of force at the tailbone, a small tail hook broke free from the constraints of the fabric and slowly extended outward.

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