When a Useless Guide Transmigrated into the Zerg Race - Chapter 3

Winslow leaned on Chris’s firm, powerful forearm as he jumped down from the aircraft. He landed on one foot, carefully avoiding his injured ankle.

The two female soldiers guarding the gate recognized the Colonel’s familiar aircraft and stepped forward to assist. They watched as the Colonel jumped down, then turned back toward the vehicle and extended his arm as if someone else were still inside.

The two soldiers exchanged a glance, filled with curiosity. In this desolate border region, what other Zerg besides soldiers would visit? More surprisingly, who would require the Colonel to personally offer his hand for support?

Then, they saw a figure jump from the vehicle. His aura was cold and detached. Even though his white robes were torn and his face was smeared with dust, it was immediately clear that he was a high-ranking Male Zerg.

The two soldiers froze on the spot.

“Wasn’t the Colonel sent to the border specifically because he rejected a Male Zerg? Who is this?” they wondered.

Because Winslow had arrived in the Colonel’s aircraft and was being treated with such deference, the two soldiers mistakenly assumed he was a Male who had traveled there specifically to find Chris. A sour wave of envy and jealousy bubbled up in their hearts. To have such a handsome, high-ranking Male visit the border personally meant their Colonel must have possessed immense luck.

After Chris helped Winslow down, he noticed the two soldiers staring. Their eyes were wide with infatuation and envy. He sharply shouted to wake them and ordered them to drive the aircraft away. He did not introduce Winslow, as even he did not know the Male’s true origins.

Because Chris had been nothing but gentle and soft-spoken since they met, Winslow was surprised by this sudden display of military severity. Seeing Winslow looking at him, Chris assumed he had been frightened by the loud voice and quickly apologized in a low tone.

Winslow shifted his gaze back. He realized that Chris was only gentle with him. He wondered what exactly a “Male” was in this world that made someone like Chris treat him as if he were so precious.

Unaware of Winslow’s confusion, Chris led him to a guest room. He wanted Winslow to wash up before using a medical robot to perform a physical exam. However, border planets rarely hosted visitors, and they certainly did not have clothing suited for a Male Zerg.

Chris was in a difficult position. “Your Excellency, we cannot find Male clothing on this planet. Would it be acceptable for you to wear a clean military uniform?”

Chris felt he was being incredibly offensive. How could a noble Male wear a soldier’s uniform? Even if it were brand new, Males usually wore the finest, most exquisite silk. Chris’s face burned with shame. He couldn’t allow Winslow to stay in those tattered, dirty white robes, so he decided he would eventually have someone order the latest seasonal styles from the Capital Star.

Winslow, however, did not mind. In the White Tower, Guides were required to wear white robes year-round, so he had no specific preferences for clothing. He only found it strange that Chris was so easily overcome by shame.

Once Chris provided the smallest size of the military uniform, Winslow took the clothes and entered the bathroom. Finally alone in a private space, Winslow let out a small sigh of relief. The impact of the unfamiliar environment and species was significant, though he refused to show it.

He began to observe his surroundings. The pure white walls reflected a cold light, and everything possessed a high-technology feel. “How do I take a shower?” Winslow murmured.

Suddenly, a holographic screen floated before him, and a robotic voice spoke. “Dear owner, hello. Dirt has been detected on your body. Would you like to proceed with a body cleansing?”

Startled by the voice, Winslow saw “Yes” and “No” options appear on the screen. He hesitated for a second before pressing “Yes.” Immediately, white fog spread and water vapor swirled. After a while, the fog dispersed, and Winslow stood there completely clean, still slightly dazed by the efficiency.

The guest room door opened from the inside. Chris looked up and saw a figure as exquisite as a deity walk out. He gasped, holding his breath, unable to look away.

Now that he was clean, Winslow’s true features were revealed. His skin was fair and translucent, and his eyes were a shallow greenish-blue, like jade tempered with cold mist. The tiny red mole beneath his eye, previously hidden by mud, was now visible, adding a touch of elegance to his aloof face. His nose was high, and his thin, pale lips added to his chilling beauty.

Even the smallest military uniform was somewhat large on him. A patch of delicate skin was visible at his neck, his collarbone peeked through, and his pant legs were rolled up several times.

It was only when Winslow coughed lightly that Chris regained his senses. Realizing he had been staring, Chris apologized immediately. Winslow, though confused by the constant apologies, had begun to get used to them.

Chris did not forget the task at hand. The medical robot flew forward. “I need to perform a physical examination for you, Male Excellency.”

Winslow watched the floating sphere with curiosity. With a beep, the robot scanned his entire body and generated a holographic screen filled with detailed results. The robot reported mechanically, “Head: normal. Arms: normal. Ankle: sprained. Recommendation: apply restoration fluid. Please expose the ankle.”

Winslow bent over and rolled up his pant leg, revealing a fair, slender ankle. Chris quickly turned his head to avoid looking. The robot extended a small tube and sprayed a cool, transparent mist onto the swollen area. The redness and sharp pain subsided instantly.

“This is so advanced,” Winslow thought, twisting his ankle to find it completely healed. The White Tower had nothing this efficient.

Suddenly, Chris’s wrist terminal vibrated. He checked the silver wristband to find an email from the Marshal at the Capital Star. The Marshal instructed Chris to take care of the Male for now while they investigated his family. Chris was puzzled that the Marshal didn’t want him sent back to the Capital Star immediately, but as a loyal follower, he did not question the order.

Winslow walked over, staring at the communication device. Chris noticed Winslow’s bare wrist. “He even lost his terminal,” Chris thought, feeling a surge of anger toward whoever had abandoned this Male. He quickly fetched a new terminal for him.

“This… how do I use it?” Winslow asked. His voice was slightly hoarse from disuse but remained cold and clear.

Chris was shocked and angry. A Male who didn’t know how to use a terminal? He began to suspect that Winslow was an imprisoned Male who had escaped from the Sky Zerg. This explanation made him feel even more protective and pained for Winslow.

Gently and patiently, Chris explained how to open the terminal, record an identity, and enter the Star Network. Winslow listened attentively and mastered the device quickly.

The Capital Star, Marshal’s Mansion

Samuel, the Marshal of the Federation and the only SSS-class female Zerg in existence, sat behind an ebony desk. He wore a black satin shirt, buttoned to the top, and his sharp, dark hair fell over his forehead. His handsome, expressionless face remained focused on his work.

He had received Chris’s report about the high-ranking Male. While the situation was suspicious, he knew a single Male could not cause much trouble. Seeing how much Chris praised the newcomer, Samuel decided to let him stay at the border for now, hoping to give Chris a chance to form a bond with him.

News of the high-ranking Male at the garrison spread like wildfire.

“Have you heard? A high-ranking Male Excellency is here!” “Really? On a desolate border planet like this?”

Whispers filled the base. High-ranking Males were rare and usually lived in luxury on the Capital Star. The fact that this one had arrived with Colonel Chris sparked intense curiosity and jealousy.

“What are you all doing? Get back to training!” Chris’s severe voice cut through the gossip. “Since you have so much energy to talk, today’s weight load is increased tenfold!”

As an S-class soldier with evolved senses, Chris had heard them from a distance. He was frustrated by their lack of discipline and their disrespect toward the guest.

“Your Excellency Winslow accidentally fell onto this planet. He will leave once his family is found,” Chris explained flatly.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted at the main gate, accompanied by panicked shouts and painful roars. Chris turned sharply to see a familiar figure. It was Iler.

Iler was trapped in a Spiritual Sea Riot. His eyes were bloodshot, his body was covered in wounds, and his uniform was torn to shreds. He was bound by special chains, struggling and screaming in agony.

“Iler! Iler!” Chris rushed forward.

“Colonel Chris, stand back!” a soldier shouted. “Colonel Iler’s Spiritual Sea has collapsed! He has lost consciousness!”

Chris’s heart sank. Iler had been fine this morning. He learned that Iler had been polluted by a stealth Interstellar beast during his patrol. In the front lines, a collapsed Spiritual Sea was a death sentence.

Then, Chris remembered Winslow. Winslow was a high-ranking Male. He had to be able to soothe the riot. In a panic, Chris turned around to find Winslow already standing right behind him.