When a Useless Guide Transmigrated into the Zerg Race - Chapter 2

The speed of his descent increased. The wind sliced against Winslow’s cheeks like blades, causing a sharp sting. His verdant green eyes reflected the pitch-black rock walls, yet they held no trace of panic; there was only a stillness like stagnant water.

He did not even bother to curl his body to cushion the impact, allowing his white robes to be torn into fine shreds by the jagged rocks, revealing a stretch of pale, delicate skin at his neck.

He fell for a long time, so long that Winslow began to doubt if this rift even had a bottom.

In a state of grogginess, he lost consciousness.

“Lord Male? Lord Male?”

Who was making that noise?

Winslow’s consciousness was trapped in a chaotic void; even opening his eyes felt like an exhausting feat.

His long, thick eyelashes fluttered briefly before he finally managed to lift his heavy eyelids. What entered his vision was a blurry, silver-gray figure.

“Lord Male, are you awake? Do you feel any discomfort?”

Winslow blinked slowly, finally seeing the person whose voice sounded anxious yet gentle, as if afraid of startling him. Winslow felt he might still be dreaming.

He closed his eyes again. Then, he opened them once more.

Winslow’s perpetually expressionless face showed a hint of a crack. What was this?

In front of him stood a man—or perhaps an insect—nearly two meters tall. Behind him was a pair of silver-gray wings with a span of roughly five meters. He had silver antennae, a tall and upright build with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and was dressed in a silver-gray military uniform.

Where exactly had he fallen? Was this the Bai Wuchang? Even the Bai Wuchang did not look like this.

“Lord Male, are you injured?” Seeing that he remained silent, the soldier in the silver-gray uniform became more anxious. He even moved as if to perform a physical check, but for some reason, he restrained his reaching hand.

Observing the worried gaze of the soldier, Winslow decided to remain silent for a while. If he did not speak, he could not make a mistake. He gave a slight shake of his head.

“Can you stand up, Lord Male?”

Looking at the hand extended by the soldier, Winslow used the support to stand, despite not knowing why he was being referred to as a “Male.” Once upright, he realized the man was likely even taller than two meters. Standing next to him, Winslow felt more like a small figurine.

Chris, the soldier, was also observing this frail “Male.” The strange white robes on the Male had been torn in several places, looking disheveled and covered in dust. However, his frame still appeared lean and upright. Even with dust staining his cheeks, one could see the extremely exquisite face beneath. Those verdant green eyes were shrouded in a mystery like thick fog.

The rank of this Lord Male might be very high, Chris thought.

It was common knowledge that a Male’s rank was tied to his appearance. From birth until now, Chris had never seen a Male who remained this beautiful even when covered in grime. It felt like an insult to even look at him for too long.

He must be a high-ranking Male! Rank A? No, this Male is even more delicate than any Rank A I have seen. He is even more beautiful than the Rank S Male from the Admiral’s family. Could he be…

Chris did not dare think further. It was impossible; the Zerg race had not seen an Over-S Rank Male in a very long time. Even the Male in the Admiral’s house barely touched the threshold of Rank S. Yet, this noble Male had encountered such a disaster.

Chris lowered his eyes, and a murderous intent toward whoever had abandoned the Lord Male here flickered in his heart. He did not let it show on his face, however, and continued to ask softly, “This is very presumptuous, but Lord Male, how did you come to the border? Did some wicked insect kidnap you? Tell me, and the Federation laws will punish them!”

Winslow continued to shake his head. He maintained his silence until he could grasp the specific situation, even if this soldier seemed friendly.

Seeing this, Chris felt an even more unspeakable rage. Those wicked insects! Just wait until I find out who kidnapped the Lord Male and left him in such a state! He is so traumatized he will not even speak! Chris projected the blame for the Male’s silence onto his own imagination.

Since he could not get an answer, Chris maintained his polite and gentlemanly demeanor. “Please allow me to take you to our military camp to wash up, and then I will escort you back to the Home Star. Is that acceptable, noble Lord Male?”

Winslow lowered his gaze, looking at the cracks in the ground. Everything here was so strange and novel. He did not respond immediately. After a moment, he looked up. A faint mist seemed to float in his green pupils, making his emotions unreadable.

When that gaze swept over him, Chris’s heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously straightened his back and even softened his breathing. It was not until Winslow gave a slight nod that Chris finally breathed a sigh of relief, his tensed muscles relaxing.

“The aircraft cannot fly in here; we need to walk a distance, My Lord.”

The atmospheric currents near the border rift were extremely unstable and could cause an aircraft to crash. The soldiers responsible for scouting usually parked their aircraft far away and flew over using their wings. But obviously, Males do not have wings. They could only walk this stretch.

If the Lord Male is willing, I would be honored to carry him on my back for the rest of the way.

But that was too forward. Chris would not dare ask such an offensive question to a Male. Winslow’s expression did not change in the slightest. He gave a small, indifferent nod.

Chris led the way at Winslow’s side. Even while leading, he did not pull ahead; he remained half a step behind, guarding him closely. The border winds howled, but Winslow did not feel much of it. It turned out that Chris had moved to the windward side at some point, his broad and sturdy frame acting as a solid barrier.

After walking only a few steps, a dull pain shot through Winslow’s ankle. His pace faltered slightly, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“Lord Male?” Chris noticed immediately. He stopped abruptly, his gaze darting to Winslow’s ankle.

The white robes covered everything; no injury was visible, but Winslow knew he had sprained his ankle when falling into the rift. He moved his ankle slightly; the piercing pain was unbearable. He likely could not continue walking.

Chris suddenly stepped forward and knelt on one knee. “Lord Male, the gravel road is difficult to traverse, and your foot injury cannot withstand the strain. Please allow me to carry you.”

He kept his head very low, almost touching the ground, but his broad back was tensed straight. If one looked closely, his ears seemed tinged with a flush of red. Winslow did not stand on ceremony. He did not know the extent of the injury, and it was best not to exert it now. He leaned forward and climbed onto the soldier’s back.

Chris had not expected the Male to actually accept his gesture. His eyes were filled with unbelievable surprise. To him, this was an absolute reward! He felt that the moment he felt the Male on his back was happier than the time he received military honors.

Carrying Winslow, who felt almost weightless, Chris walked with a steady pace and soon reached the parking spot for the aircraft. He knelt and slowly lowered his body. “Lord Male, we have arrived. Please be careful as you get down.”

Winslow stood up and gingerly moved his ankle to check the damage. As a result, he saw the soldier in front of him turn pale with fright. “Lord Male! Please do not move recklessly! It would be terrible if you worsened the injury!”

Winslow paused. What exactly is a ‘Male’ in this place? Why does he keep treating me like a porcelain doll? Winslow felt he needed to quickly understand what kind of world he had arrived in.

Chris had not yet recovered from the joy of carrying the Male when he saw the Male’s “dangerous” behavior. It scared him into a cold sweat. What if the ankle was seriously injured? What if moving it like that made it worse?

In the cognition of all Female insects in the Federation, Males were frail and precious. Males did not need to do any hard labor; their status in the Federation was set from birth. They only needed to tend to flowers, do what they liked, and then choose the Females they preferred.

Thus, Winslow’s injury made Chris extremely nervous. Winslow stopped rotating his ankle. He turned, braced himself against the handrail of the open aircraft, and sat inside.

Seeing the lean and beautiful Male sitting obediently in his aircraft, Chris felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He hurriedly opened the pilot’s seat and climbed in. The aircraft started. Winslow leaned his head to the side, looking out the window at the scenery. It was quite novel. The plants and trees here were species he had never seen before, and they were all very tall. The vehicle was also vastly different from the transportation in his own world.

It was, indeed, a different world.

The aircraft was extremely fast and soon arrived at the border military outpost. Chris was the first to jump out. He extended his arm. “Lord Male, please hold my arm to step down.”

Chris kept his head down and his back straight. He raised his right arm high, palm facing down, offering his forearm to Winslow while doing his best to avoid direct skin contact. Having just carried the Male on his back was already a massive honor and a technical offense. He was not the Male’s Female Sovereign or Female Attendant, nor even a Female Slave. Actively inviting physical contact was a very presumptuous thing to do to a Male.

Even though Chris was the youngest Colonel of his generation and one of the few Rank S Females in the Zerg race, he still felt he was not worthy of the Male before him. This Male’s temperament and appearance were of a high quality he had never witnessed. But if he could become his Attendant or even a Slave, Chris thought he would be very willing.

Chris had already forgotten that he was forced to this desolate border specifically because he refused to become a Female Attendant to a Rank A Male. Of course, if that Male had simply been fickle or prone to beating Females, it might have been different; after all, since the ratio of Females to Males was a terrifying 100 to 1, every Male could have many Attendants.

The reason Chris refused that Male was that the Male was notoriously sadistic. Furthermore, he demanded that after Chris became his Sovereign, Chris had to hand over all his Star Credits and retire from the military to stay home. Even though Chris’s military achievements over the decades had earned him countless credits, he was unwilling to retire from the army in his prime. He wanted to continue following the Marshal and contributing to the Federation!

Consequently, he drew the Male’s ire. To protect Chris, the Federation Marshal, Samuel, found an excuse to temporarily exile him to the desolate border. Otherwise, under the Male’s wrath, Chris would have lost not just half his fortune, but likely his life. Chris was extremely grateful to the Marshal, which only strengthened his resolve to protect the border and the Federation.