Transmigrated into the Zerg Race: Didn't We Agree to Call Off the Engagement? - Chapter 10

“Then what about me?”

“Finally awake?”

Cyril had regained his previous liveliness. Perhaps because he had completely opened his heart to Sirius the day before, he seemed more genuine today, and his previous sharp, unreasonable tantrums had vanished.

“Why did you sleep so long? You did not sneak off to do something else after I fell asleep last night, did you?”

He sat by the bed, cupping his face in his hands and leaning on Sirius’s chest with a beaming smile. His deep blue eyes were cloudless, and his head swayed from side to side, looking exceptionally cute.

Sirius rubbed his head and, before Cyril could react, pulled him down into a hug.

“Wait, wait!” His face was muffled against Sirius, and Cyril’s voice came out strained. After he struggled desperately for a moment, Sirius released him, allowing him to turn his face so his breathing became smooth again.

“Phew.”

“You really are something. Getting caught and then trying to murder your Master. What kind of insect are you?”

Despite his words, Cyril was smiling again. He leaned sweetly against Sirius’s chest, his feet dangling off the bed and kicking slightly. He was clearly in a good mood.

“Am I not just a candidate? Have I already started the job?”

Having just woken up, the male’s voice was still a bit raspy. Cyril’s ears twitched, and he nudged Sirius shyly. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“Is that so? Then thank you very much, Master?”

“Master.”

Sirius spoke with a hint of playfulness, intentionally drawing out the word with a rising intonation. Cyril instantly grew bashful and buried his head in Sirius’s arm. After a long while, a warm, moist sensation brushed against Sirius’s waist.

“Hmph. At least you are sensible.”

“Hahaha,” Sirius laughed, patting Cyril’s slender shoulder. “If I call you Master, what should you call me?”

“Call you Female Monarch?”

“No.”

Being rejected made Cyril confused. He looked up. “Then what should I call you?”

“You can call me Laogong. It is a dialect from my home; I want to hear you say it.” Sirius’s voice carried a hint of seduction. Uncharacteristically, he raised an eyebrow with a bit of mischief. Cyril did not react; he simply leaned his head forward blankly, trying to kiss him.

Sirius only let him graze his lips before quickly pulling away. Cyril anxiously tried to follow, but Sirius blocked him. “What should you call me?”

“Laogong.”

And so, after surviving life and death, the eager Cyril finally received his first kiss.

But it was only one kiss.

Cyril felt lightheaded and somehow ended up being led back to the bed, clinging to Sirius in an intimate posture. However, Sirius refused his next move.

“Why?” Cyril did not understand. He tried to recall where the previous tenderness had come from and approached again. “Laogong!”

Sure enough, Sirius held him, affectionately kissing the bridge of his nose and his eyelids, and kneading his red, bite marked earlobe.

“No. We have to find the starship.”

The most coldhearted words were spoken in the gentlest tone. Cyril’s face fell instantly. He sat up, looking very displeased, and let out a cold snort as if he would never forgive Sirius. Yet, he remained sitting on Sirius, making no move to leave.

“All right, let us go. Regardless of what happens, we cannot stay here forever. Once we get out, we will find a way to resolve the matter with your father.”

Sirius picked Cyril up and they stepped onto the floor together. Cyril remained draped in Sirius’s arms. Upon hearing Sirius’s words, his attention was immediately diverted.

“What way? Can you make my father change his mind?”

“There will be a way when the time comes. Let us focus on getting out first.”

Sirius’s confidence was not blind. As an S-rank male who had spent years carefully integrating into society, he had accumulated many connections. If he pulled the right strings, there was certainly a logical solution.

The priority was getting out, but Sirius did not want to think about what he would face once they did.

He had not looked closely yesterday, but coming out this morning, Sirius realized the situation here was even more tragic than he had imagined.

The sky was still filled with dust and sand. Withered branches and dead grass swirled in the dunes. The shriveled shrubs looked menacing, but they were hollow; they snapped at the slightest touch.

Sirius then realized these plants had died long ago. Only because of the extreme, year round dryness and lack of moisture had they managed to retain the shape of a living plant.

This was a completely dead planet.

He quickened his pace, holding the detector. His spiritual power formed a thin veil around the two of them as he scanned for precious metals.

Fortunately, Zerg archaeology always involved interstellar expeditions, so a detector was an essential item. It was also lucky that he had tucked the device back into his pocket earlier.

“Cyril, keep up!”

“Wait a minute!”

Cyril tightened the jacket he was wearing. Sirius had given it to him to wear specifically out of concern for his safety, so he had kept it on.

He knelt down and picked up a stone slab. He remembered that Sirius had come here to dig for rocks.

While Sirius focused on the detector, Cyril helped him pick up stones. This slab was the largest stone Cyril had seen on this journey. It had strange symbols on it that Cyril did not understand, so he just picked it up.

“Cyril, come here for a moment.”

“Coming, coming!”

He casually placed the stone slab into Sirius’s dimensional bag and jogged to catch up.

“Why the rush? Did you find something?”

“Do you see the flashing red dot on this?”

Sirius raised the device, gesturing for Cyril to look. A semi transparent panel was indeed flashing. Sirius continued, “This place has been mined out, so there should be no high energy objects or precious metals left.”

“I switched the search target to heavy metals. That means the flashing light is our starship.”

Sirius explained it in simple terms, and Cyril understood immediately. Feeling smug about his own intelligence, he asked, “Does it show where we are?”

“It only shows the route between us and the target. The end of the path is us.”

“Then what is this straight line pointing down? Do we have to go back?”

“No.” Sirius stopped walking. “We are here.”

Cyril was startled and instinctively looked ahead. The dust still howled, swirling up dead leaves and grass that rolled to his feet and then fell away like autumn leaves.

He instinctively stepped back. A corner of the sparse, dry earth slowly cracked and fell away before him. A larger cloud of sand and soil was swept up, and then everything vanished.

It was a massive cliff, so deep the bottom could not be seen at a glance.

They had to go down.

“Cyril, take the tent out of the pocket. We will use the quilt to go down.”

It was such a useful tool. It could be turned into clothes, used as a blanket at night, and served as a parachute.

“Wow! Awooo!”

Cyril’s shouts echoed through the canyon. Sirius gently bumped his head against Cyril’s face.

“What are you afraid of? You will not die from a fall.”

Sirius found it somewhat amusing. The bone density of the Zerg was extremely high. Cyril had been fine falling from a starship, so how high could a cliff be? Moreover, they were wearing the clothes Sirius had brought.

Cyril closed his eyes and bumped his head against Sirius’s shoulder in retaliation.

“Who said I am afraid? I just think it is exciting and felt like shouting.”

The clothes were on Sirius. Sirius gripped the four corners of the quilt while Cyril faced him, clutching his waist tightly. The two insects were tucked into a single set of clothes.

They landed safely.

Sirius shook out the quilt, tucked it into a pocket, and looked down to share a smile with Cyril. He unzipped the jacket and let Cyril out.

“Fine, fine. Whatever you say.” Sirius zipped his jacket and straightened his collar while Cyril snorted at him.

“What is with that tone? It is like you do not believe me.” Cyril was a bit unhappy and took two steps back. “You…”

“Ah!”

“Watch out!”

Sirius threw the hanging lamp he was holding and reached out to grab Cyril, who was falling backward. He pulled him into a protective embrace. Under the protection of the clothes, the two landed together. The lamp hit a nearby stone wall, and in the next moment, the entire canyon was lit up as bright as day.

Sirius froze in place.

Thanks to the superior vision of the Zerg and their advanced technology, Sirius could see everything before him with terrifying clarity.

Bones.

It was a slope made of tens of thousands of white bones.

One by one, layer upon layer, the massive pile of bones formed a small mountain. Almost every skeleton was frozen in a posture of crawling upward. A small corner had collapsed, perhaps where the two of them had just fallen.

The lamp had not landed on the stone wall as he intended; it sat right atop the skull of the highest skeleton, staring down at them grimly.

They were alive.

The thought struck Sirius instantly. They were alive when they died.

They were still struggling, still trying to crawl out of this place.

They had built a pile of bones this high, yet the distance to freedom was still thousands of miles away.

Cyril let out a scream and instinctively looked for Sirius, but he did not find him where he should have been. He looked around anxiously and finally saw him at the bottom of the bone pile.

He was digging through the skeletons.

“Sirius.” His strange behavior made Cyril even more afraid. “Sirius, you…”

Hearing Cyril’s voice, Sirius, who was frantically digging, turned his head and gave him a wide grin. Cyril stepped back twice but still walked forward with a sob. “What is wrong with you? Do not scare me. You…”

“What is wrong with me?”

Sirius picked up a skull that had been buried at the very bottom. “Look. Does this not look like an enlarged insect skull? There is even unweathered carapace here.”

“Oh, and this!”

He began to climb upward again, pulling out a cylindrical bone.

“Haha! An insect’s leg! Look how thick the joint is! But look at this piece below it; it looks just like a Zerg leg.”

“And there is more! More!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

“They are everywhere!”

“Evolution. The scale of evolution is so massive, yet the state of the bones is nearly the same. Layer upon layer, mixed together in large patches. This means they all died around the same period. Do you still believe the Zerg evolved naturally?”

The bones at the bottom had more insect like characteristics. First large insects, then human like shapes, yet they were all intertwined. What did it look like?

It looked like a creator had accidentally made a species but was dissatisfied, so she kept patching and changing them. At first, she was unskilled, so she worked slowly. The creatures below were already weak and near death, and then the creator made even more.

She created faster and faster, finally throwing the failed creations down all at once. That was why they were piled up, mixed together.

“Hahahaha! Hahahaha!”

Sirius climbed to the very top and then fell heavily back to the ground, laughing maniacally. “The Broodmother really exists. She actually exists. A creator. A creator! Hahahaha!”

He laughed uncontrollably, rolling from side to side as his world spun and his vision blurred.

Cyril threw himself onto him, clutching Sirius’s shoulders tightly as large tears fell. “What is wrong? It is okay! So, what if the Broodmother exists? Even if the theory of evolution is overturned, you are the one who discovered this!”

His voice trembled, but he insisted on holding Sirius in his arms.

“This major discovery, enough to subvert the entire history of the Zerg, you were the one who saw it! This is your achievement!”

“I discovered it. Major evidence that could overturn Zerg history. I found it. My achievement.” Sirius stopped laughing. Cyril breathed a small sigh of relief and loosened his grip, looking down at Sirius.

“My achievement.”

Sirius, who had been laughing on the ground, slowly raised his head and gave a faint smile. “The Zerg discovered this. But what about me? What am I supposed to do?”

This was a place that had absolutely nothing to do with the human world, yet he still remembered he was a human.

His voice was very soft, and his smile grew wider, but Cyril suddenly burst into tears.

“Sirius!”

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