Transmigrated into a Redemption Novel as a Disciplinary Bug

Carlos transmigrated into a book—specifically, a redemption story set in an insectoid race.

In the book, the protagonist, destined to fall into slavery at an auction house, endures torture and humiliation before being purchased by the transmigrated male lead, an insectoid. The two then embark on a journey of mutual redemption, sweet affection, and love.

It didn’t sound too difficult.

But he was bound to a “Tool Character System,” dedicated to playing various cannon fodder and supporting roles that drive the plot forward.

Carlos looked at his nameplate identifying him as a black-market disciplinarian insectoid,

then glanced at the protagonist in the cage.

He curled his lips into a smile, picked up the whip, and donned his most perfect mask.

“Slave 2757, I am your new disciplinarian. Let’s get along well from now on.”

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General Zelan, framed and fallen into the black market.

His voice destroyed, tendons in his limbs severed, he was imprEthaned here.

Seeing the new disciplinarian, he feigned submission, waiting for the right moment to bite through the abuser’s neck.

The disciplinarian pressed against his wing sacs, employing even more vicious methods. Excruciating pain shot through his already broken wings.

But beneath this “brutality,” he found himself growing healthier?

And this disciplinarian was actually a male insectoid?!

Catching a glimpse of the male insectoid’s reddened earlobes, he began to think having a male master might not be so bad.

Until that day, when the male insectoid betrayed him,

only to take a fatal blow for him at the critical moment.

Zelan kissed the lifeless male insectoid in his arms, a tear of blood falling into the dust.

He vowed to make every insectoid pay with their lives,

but his little male master would never open his eyes to look at him again.

–

Mission accomplished; Carlos faked his death.

Eyes closed, then opened—still in the insectoid world.

System: Host, the mission is just a tiny bit short…

Resurrected, Carlos carefully guarded his new identity while completing tasks. As a betrayer, he knew that if caught, he would face being skinned alive and having his tendons pulled out.

Unexpectedly, Carlos’s disguise fell apart faster than his dignity.

When he opened his eyes again, Carlos found himself in utter darkness, the mud and dampness on his body making him extremely uncomfortable.

A hand slowly covered his eyelashes, the insectoid arm sending shivers down his spine.

“Male Master, this time you won’t escape again.”