Transmigrated into the Zerg Race: Didn't We Agree to Call Off the Engagement? - Chapter 8

“Let’s just trade then.”

Cyril’s protests were completely ignored by Sirius, who pressed down on his head and forced him directly onto the starship. This series of actions left the male, who had always been pampered by Sirius, momentarily at a loss.

However, a second later, he returned to normal and began to arrogantly berate the insensitive, self-righteous, and barbaric female.

“Are you done cursing?” Sirius smiled at him. “If you’re finished, tell me which planet you want to go to.”

He pressed a button in front of him, and a miniature star system appeared before them.

“Although the Zerg territory spans three star systems, I can only send you to a planet within this one. If you don’t know where to go, you can tell me if you want to travel, go to a metropolis, or live in seclusion. I can give you some suggestions.”

“Then where are you going?”

“I told you, the Central Star!”

Since he had made up his mind, there was no need to run away or hesitate. Once Cyril was settled, he would speak to Lex directly. Communicating via a call could be considered face-to-face.

Sirius looked straight ahead, selected a general orbit, turned on the autopilot, and looked at Cyril. “Are you coming with me to the Central Star?”

“Or perhaps somewhere else? There are agricultural planets here where the Zerg experience the feeling of farming firsthand.” Sirius opened the planetary map and plucked a small asteroid model from the sea of planets. “There is also the Rainforest Star, where the inhabitants live in giant tree hollows. It is a very popular place. I have a friend there I can send you to.”

His mentor, Elias, was a knowledgeable and gentle female. He was also the first person Sirius saw after hatching. Elias was over seventy years old now, but given the Zerg lifespan—reaching adulthood at 18 and living until 200—he was still in his prime.

Cyril stood up and glared at Sirius. “Do you absolutely have to go back? Is there anyone at the Central Star more important than a male?”

Sirius glanced at him. “Of course.”

For instance, Sirius himself.

“If you cannot choose, I will send you to the Farm Star. You have so much energy that it will suit you perfectly.”

As Sirius moved, the orbital coordinates locked onto the Farm Star.

[Please confirm the destination for this journey.]

Cyril gave him a resentful look. “I am not going to the Farm Star.”

“Then come with me to the Central Star.” Sirius lost his patience and stopped humoring him. He spoke directly to the control system. “Set destination to Central Star, full speed ahead.”

[Identity verification in progress. Success. Target: Central Star.]

The scenery outside the window changed rapidly. The strange planets outside turned into streaks of light visible to the naked eye as the space jump was about to begin.

Seeing things go wrong, Cyril surprisingly did not argue further. Instead, he unexpectedly lunged directly toward the control console. “You are not allowed to go! No! Stop it now!”

[Sorry, insufficient authorization.]

“No!”

“If you do not stop, I will kill myself! Do you hear me? I am a male! You will be dismantled!”

[Sorry, no authorization.]

An S-rank male’s priority was far higher than a B-rank’s. No matter how he threatened it, it was useless. Sirius stepped forward and grabbed Cyril by the back of his collar. “You do not need to speak to it.”

Sirius wanted to tell him that there was still time to think about where he wanted to go, but Cyril acted as if he could not hear or feel anything. He slammed his fist violently against the control console.

The next moment, warning lights flashed on the screen.

[Warning, warning. Deviation from orbit imminent. Please confirm deviation.]

Sirius sensed trouble and immediately reached for Cyril’s hand, but he was a second too late. Cyril was already frantically pounding the button. The excessive speed caused the button to emit a puff of black smoke, and the starship initiated a jump toward an unknown direction.

Sirius pushed him aside, and Cyril collapsed to the floor, panting heavily. As if he had escaped something terrifying, he flashed a smile of relief.

Having no time to ponder Cyril’s abnormal behavior, Sirius sat at the pilot’s station and constantly adjusted the parameters. “Detect forward trajectory, reposition Central Star.”

[The area ahead is an undefined galaxy. The selected orbit is a military orbit. Unable to locate.]

Unable to locate.

Fortunately, they were still on an orbital path for now.

Sirius calmed himself. “Identify internal parameter anomalies.”

[An unknown error has occurred in the automatic orbital adjustment system. Unable to adjust automatically.]

It was just that the automatic adjustment was broken. That was fine. Sirius felt slightly reassured and began to manually adjust the direction. Relying on his powerful memory, he quickly began to manually calculate the original stellar positioning, working backward.

[Location successful. Central]

Before the AI system could finish, large and small layers of warnings lit up on the surrounding screens. The dashboard spun rapidly, and an eerie alarm sounded.

[Unknown Error!] [Unknown Error!!] [Unknown!!!!]

A sudden, violent jolt sent Sirius stumbling to the ground. He had no time for anything else; he could only roll over and grab the back of the seat to steady himself. Turning his head, he saw the remote control lever had snapped. Along with it, Cyril lay unconscious near the console, having crashed into it.

His hand was still tightly gripping the broken half of the lever.

Sirius frowned and struggled to turn his body, lunging toward the console. This was the latest equipment, and Sirius was not familiar with it. With the automatic system failed and the usual adjustment tools out of control, it was difficult for him to steer.

The only plan now was to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet and find another way.

With this thought, Sirius gripped the console tightly. Relying on his extreme control over his mental power, he operated the ship while flipping through the manual.

Time seemed to stretch. His heart hammered like a drum, and a familiar swelling pain appeared in his head, yet his mind became clearer and his thinking faster.

Outside, within a small starship hidden in the darkness:

“Truly magnificent. Did you see that? His mental power has increased again.”

“No male has ever been like him. He really is special.”

Another female Zerg frowned, his medium-length silver hair falling as he stared at the screen with worry. Seeing the green arrow representing power increasing at a visible rate, he could not help but clench his hands.

“But what is it you want to know? Why not just ask His Excellency Sirius? He is a good child.”

A cold voice drifted from the void. “I just want to confirm one thing. It happens that he is also investigating certain matters. Since that is the case, let us just trade.”

“But”

“Enough! Are you going to disobey me?”

The female Zerg hurriedly knelt on one knee, bowing his head before Him. “I would not dare!”

“Good. Remember your identity. You were originally sent there by me as a tool.”

The voice was ethereal yet exceptionally cold. The female Zerg’s head dropped even lower, his expression hidden, but the voice did not care about him.

“It will arrive soon.”

“Let me see what exactly he will discover.”

Looking into the distance of the vast, lightless universe, a silver-blue starship was hurtling away. It was now out of control.

Inside the starship, Sirius could still manage to hold onto the seat with difficulty, but Cyril had begun to tumble with the ship’s violent swaying, rolling back and forth. He hit the door on the floor and crashed into the window during the jolts.

The sound of a heavy impact echoed through the cabin.

As Cyril hit the seat again, Sirius reached out a hand and grabbed Cyril’s leg. But inevitably, Cyril’s head slammed hard against the door. In the next instant, the cabin door abruptly flew open. Before Sirius could react, he and Cyril were sucked out together.

Soon, Sirius also lost consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was met with an endless expanse of yellowish-brown earth, a dim sky, and air full of dust.

Sirius felt his pockets. Fortunately, the gadgets inside were still functional. He breathed a sigh of relief and checked his optical computer, but in this regard, Sirius was clearly not as lucky. The optical computer could not connect to the Star Network.

This was highly abnormal. The Zerg had specifically built many signal station planets to achieve universal signal coverage across their three galaxies. Even if a ship flew far away, it should not be possible to lose connection within Zerg territory.

He sighed and scrambled to his feet. Luckily, the quality of his work uniform was excellent. It was not torn or damaged and had even absorbed most of the impact, so he was in decent shape.

But Cyril was in a bad way.

B-rank males had low physical stats to begin with. He had been hit multiple times, was not wearing protective clothes like Sirius, and still maintained that young master attitude.

Sirius began to search the area. On a distant hillside, he spotted a small pink-haired figure hovering on the brink of death. At least he was still breathing.

One did not need to look to know that his ribs were likely broken. It was lucky that Sirius had intentionally pulled him close while falling. The crater, as large as a hillside, must have been made by Sirius, which allowed the little pink-haired male to lie flat on the slope.

He quickly took the medical kit from his pocket, placed the diagnostic device on Cyril’s chest, and connected the converter to the medicine output port.

He had not expected such an accident, so he had not brought many supplies. The only medical item he had was the portable kit, which could only treat minor external injuries. He wondered if the food converter could actually produce medicine.

Sirius waited for a while. The machine worked as usual, whirring before spitting out a bottle of medicine. After feeding Cyril the medicine, Sirius laid him flat back on the ground, took off his own outer jacket to cover him, and stood up to scout the surroundings.

This place was similar to the previous mining planet, full of craters, devoid of plants, with only a few sparse, barren shrubs standing on the slopes.

Sirius looked around, found a slightly level spot, and set up his portable automatic tent to provide a temporary shelter for the night. Seeing that it was about time, he headed back to find Cyril.

The medical kit’s diagnosis and prescription were very effective, especially for physical external and internal trauma. By the time Sirius returned, Cyril had already put on Sirius’s jacket.

The already oversized and long work top covered Cyril’s private parts, reaching his thighs. He was currently hugging his shoulders with his head down, his body trembling.

Sirius raised an eyebrow and walked toward him. Only then did he hear faint sounds of sobbing. He was actually crying in secret.

“Cyril, what is wrong?”

The crying stopped instantly. He looked back with red eyes, then immediately turned away again, deliberately lowering his voice. “Nothing, I”

Perhaps realizing his voice still carried the stickiness of tears, he paused, lowering his head further, but his tone became arrogant again.

“So, you finally decided to come back! If you had not failed to protect me, how could we be stranded here? If you had not insisted on ignoring me, how could this have happened? Do you even know how to fly a ship?”

It was the same familiar accusations and harshness, but he had just been crying secretly. Perhaps he did not realize it himself, but his voice was still trembling, and his calves were shaking uncontrollably. He looked even more pitiful.

Sirius sighed. For some reason, he had an extraordinary amount of patience for Cyril from the very beginning.

Perhaps it was because, although he was noisy, he truly allowed Sirius to briefly set aside his complex emotions. Or perhaps he was so foolish it was funny, so Sirius did not hold high expectations and had adapted to his personality. Much like an audience might have a bit more patience for a comedic actor.

Sirius stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Fine, it is my fault.”

The tears burst forth in the next second. Cyril turned and threw himself into Sirius’s arms, wailing loudly.

“Why do you not say I am useless? Why do you not say I am a stupid B-rank male? Why do you not say it is my fault? I clearly did it! Why are you apologizing?”

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