When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 8

“You will never know, while you are gritting your teeth to uphold the so-called rules, how shamelessly and despicably certain people will act just to achieve their own goals!”

This was a sentence Alex said to his subordinates in the later stages of the original text when he had completely turned villainous. Unexpectedly, even though the plot had only just begun, he seemed to already be experiencing the suppression, pain, and endless resentment that the military female felt when driven into a corner by public opinion and dogma.

Why?

On what grounds?!

Beneath the covers, Alex’s fists were tightly clenched, as if he might fall into a state of frenzy again at any second. But he suppressed it.

On the virtual screen glowing with blue light, the young general who had not yet been completely suppressed by the Empire and was still full of high spirits, only asked in a hoarse voice after a short silence:

“Did His Majesty agree?”

“And did Marshal Saxon also agree?”

Clearly, when asking the second question, Alex’s tone and expression were much more hesitant than the first. He looked as if he cared significantly more about the answer.

{There is no helping it. Although the villain does not say it at this time, deep down, he still craves the recognition and favoritism of his female father,} the system could not help but sigh.

Chu Sicheng, however, had nothing to sigh about.

Having played the villain for so many years, he had received this kind of script thousands of times. He could replicate Alex’s current psychological activity with his eyes closed.

At its core, it was another child lacking love due to a cold, strict education.

Chu Sicheng leaned back against the chair. He glanced down at Alex’s slightly trembling fingertips hidden beneath the covers, then at the subordinate who did not know how to answer the question. After a pause, he spoke nonchalantly:

“Why ask him? When the next video call comes through, you can just ask the parties involved directly.”

Regarding the supervision rights of a major prison, no matter how much the Insect Emperor and Marshal Saxon favored the victorious Friedrich or had already agreed to his request, they would certainly seek the opinion of the current administrator of Mograth, Alex on the surface. They would do this to avoid appearing dictatorial and to prevent other hardworking military females from feeling discouraged.

However…

Chu Sicheng raised his eyelids to look at the military female on the screen who had started wiping sweat again, and then gave a soft, ironic chuckle:

“At that time, if you do not agree, it will be you who is ‘unreasonable.'”

The military female, who had been silent but suddenly sent an emergency message to Alex at this time, might have truly intended to warn him. But more than that, it was to let Alex prepare himself mentally.

Like those live stream previews on the internet telling you the content in advance so you are mentally prepared to pull money from your pocket faster later, right?

So, this video call was just the people behind the scenes using him to notify Alex to be “sensible” and simply nod in agreement when the request was made?

Alex looked expressionlessly at the subordinate on the screen. “Is that so?”

“General…”

In Alex’s abnormally calm tone, the subordinate remained silent for a long time, only managing to choke out a title. He said nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

“Heh.”

Alex gave a cold laugh, then leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. He seemed to lose all his strength in that instant.

“Dismissed.”

At a time like this, what was the use of making things difficult for a military female who was just a messenger?

His eyelashes fluttered as Alex looked down at the light-brain on his wrist, which started flashing again the moment the indicator light went out, as if calling for his life. He parted his lips, seemingly talking to himself or asking Chu Sicheng beside him:

“Do you think he would really do that?”

Facing his own son, who had not yet fully recovered from a mental power riot and was extremely weak, his first thought was not to care for him, but to join others in forcing him to hand over his power.

Would he really do that?

Alex lowered his head, his green eyes growing deep amidst the churning emotions. Simultaneously, his fingers on the light-brain tightened bit by bit. The flesh dented inward, turning blue-white. There was no doubt that if he continued, he would cut his own finger, just as Chu Sicheng had once grabbed the tattooing knife.

At that moment, a fair and slender hand suddenly reached out. It first moved his self-harming hand away from the light-brain, then tapped the screen, directly accepting the video request that Alex did not want to face.

The blue-lit virtual screen appeared again. Then, a second before the image appeared, Alex heard Chu Sicheng answer:

“Whether he will or not, you are about to find out.”

What was the use of evading and exhausting oneself when facing a problem? Since it had to be resolved sooner or later, it was better to face it directly.

Coincidentally, he also wanted to see what kind of “lofty flower” this Protagonist-Shou was the one who was untouchable in the original text and had rejected and tormented the Protagonist-Gong in every way during the early stages.

As the light circle rotated, the magnificent hall of the Imperial family, along with several figures sitting on high platforms, appeared on the screen.

Alex kept his face taut, not wanting to interact with any of the Zerg on the screen. However, forced by the constraints of rules and dogma, he still bowed his head toward the screen after a few seconds of struggle.

“Long live Your Majesty. Alex Saxon offers his most sincere greetings.”

“And… Marshal Saxon, hello.”

It was truly ironic. Despite being father and son, he could only address him by his military rank. And even so, throughout his years in the military, there were still many voices whispering that he only reached this position by relying on his female father.

His lowered eyelashes hid the irony in Alex’s eyes but could not hide the oppressive aura radiating from him.

Any discerning Zerg could tell that his mood was at its worst.

But none of the Zerg on the screen noticed—or perhaps they did, but they did not care.

The Insect Emperor, sitting high on the throne, spoke cheerfully after Alex’s greeting. He first gave a token of concern for Alex’s health before shifting the conversation to the recent war.

“You must have heard. The Empire achieved an overwhelming victory in this war against the alien beasts. All of this is inseparable from the efforts of you soldiers who held the front line!”

“Of course, the one who deserves the most credit for this campaign is General Friedrich, who returned to the unit despite his injuries. I must say, the younger generation is truly impressive—even better than we were in our day!”

The Emperor addressed these last words to Marshal Saxon.

It seemed that this time, Alex’s female father would be the one to play the “bad Zerg.”

Chu Sicheng blinked. He looked at the screen at Marshal Saxon, who was smiling gently at the Emperor and his colleagues but had a dark face as soon as he looked at Alex, as if Alex owed him billions. Chu Sicheng lightly kicked the bed frame. Then, when Alex looked over, he curled his lips and silently parted them:

“Alex, His Majesty and I discussed it today. Since you recently had a frenzy and your mental power is unstable, we suggest letting Friedrich temporarily help you manage Mograth. You should rest well first, and everything else can wait until your body has recovered.”

“What do you think of this suggestion? Do you agree?”

In the dark green eyes, shadows flickered. For a moment, Alex even thought he was hallucinating.

From the male’s mouth, his female father’s voice emerged?!

This was either truly a hallucination, or the male sitting beside him had actually predicted every single word his female father had just spoken, syllable by syllable, without a sound.

How… did he do that?

At this moment, Alex even forgot to be angry at those Zerg on the screen who were putting on an act and shifting the responsibility onto him. His gaze, fixed on Chu Sicheng, was full of shock and disbelief.

“Alex?”

“Alex?!”

It wasn’t until Marshal Saxon frowned and called him several times that he snapped back to reality and hurriedly looked at the screen.

“Yes, Fe… Marshal!”

the intimate title nearly slipping out took a turn in the military female’s suddenly sharp eyes, turning back into that cold, business-like military rank.

The military female nodded with satisfaction and then asked again: “So, what do you think of the proposal? Do you agree?”

It seemed like a question, but for Alex, it was nothing more than an arrogant notification.

His fingertips finally left deep marks in his palm. The soft flesh in his mouth had been bitten through when his female father began to speak. While the smell of blood quickly filled his mouth, it also made Alex’s throat extremely dry.

He found it difficult to speak, but all the Zerg on the screen were looking at him, waiting for him, forcing him to nod. Especially that military female with graying hair at the temples who shared seventy percent of his features, the impatience in those eyes grew more obvious as he remained silent.

Did he have any other choice?

Alex turned his gaze to Friedrich, who was standing in the corner. Friedrich had not spoken since the beginning, his gaze cool and calm, as if this silent coercion had nothing to do with him. Alex took a deep breath, and then prepared to suppress himself once more and bow his head in defeat.

However, at that moment:

“This is not very appropriate.”

A crisp voice suddenly rang in his ear, and a hand rested on Alex’s shoulder.

As the faint, irresistible citrus scent arrived once more, a figure more arrogant and haughty than anyone present appeared on the screen where Alex had been alone.

His blue-gray eyes flickered slightly as Chu Sicheng’s gaze swept over every Zerg on the screen until it landed on the military female standing in the corner.

“The second trial was interrupted last time, and my final verdict has not been issued yet. So, I should still count as a prisoner of Mograth, right? As a member of Mograth, I must certainly care about the administrator of the prison!”

“Of course, I agree with your proposal. General Saxon is physically weak right now and would indeed find it difficult to manage the prison. But—”

As the gazes of the Zerg on the screen softened and Alex’s gaze grew darker, Chu Sicheng suddenly changed his tone.

“That does not mean a military female who likes to repay kindness with enmity, kick someone when they are down, and has corrupt morals is more suitable to manage Mograth than he is, right?”

Chu Sicheng blinked, his red lips curving into a clean and brilliant smile, just like the little male who had pushed aside the trash to reach out to him in the sunlight that day.

“Am I right? General Friedrich.”

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