Ch12 – I’m not like you.

Editor: LotusEater

“I agree.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lu Mo collapsed.

Fortunately, the Male Zerg Protection Association had rich rescue experience.
In addition, they were already in the underground garage of the hospital.
Within twenty minutes, Lu Mo was already lying in a room in the intensive care ward of the hospital.

 

 

Ling stood outside the window, the clear glass reflected the pale face of the male zerg within.
Fine, cold sweat was condensed on Lu Mo’s forehead.
He looked as if he was made of snow and would melt at any moment.

Ling stretched out his hand, his slender fingertips tracing Lu Mo’s face through the glass. 

Song Jianshu had also been sent for medical treatment, he had been hit too hard by Lu Mo.
If his grade had been any lower, he would have passed out on the spot.

 

Even so, Song Jianshu was only vaguely aware when he was first put into the hospital room.

As the transparent hatch cover had slowly closed, Wenge heard Song Jianshu’s voice faintly say, “Let Ling come over…”

Those four slightly inaudible words had struck Wenge as if it was a blow, and for a moment he couldn’t understand what Song Jianshu meant.

 

The respectable colonel had always been known for his bravery and good fighting skills on the battlefield.
His tenacity and courage had won him one medal after another; scar after scar had been carved onto him.

But it would be a mistake to think that he was just a military dog that only knew how to move forward – good at fighting but foolish in more ways than one.

He also had a fox-like, keen sense of smell that allowed him to easily detect subtle changes in wind direction on the battlefield.

It was in that way that he was able to make his way through the jaws of death, leading his soldiers back one victory after another for the zergs. 

But those four light words crushed Wenge’s solid, strong arms in an instant, making him shudder uncontrollably.

With heavy steps, he went to Ling’s side intending to convey Song Jianshu’s meaning, but his words changed as they reached his mouth.
He said, “He’s a D-Grade male zerg.”

That was a very offensive remark.

If that had not been said by Wenge, and if it was not Ling that it was directed at, it would have definitely caused a large-scale conflict. 

Ling knew his subordinates and was not angry: “He really is.”

Wenge was silent for a moment and added: “I don’t see anything special about him.”

He didn’t understand.
The male in front of him was clearly no different from other males.
It only took ten minutes to see that.
The same arrogance, the same bossiness, the same naivety and cruelty, and he even had a low genetic grade.

But why would Ling direct those longing eyes at such a male? 

Why did the legion commander look much softer than before?

We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection.
If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.

Qlcuf mbeivc’a tfiq yea jrx, “Gbfr tf wjxf sbe tjqqs?”

 

Obnf kjr mbcrajca qjalfcmf.
Obnf kjrc’a pfjibers, ibnf kjrc’a ybjraoeicfrr, ibnf kjrc’a jggbujcmf.

Ktja kjr ktja fnfgs ofwjif tjv yffc ajeuta rlcmf mtlivtbbv; atja j wjif mbeivc’a tjnf bcis bcf ofwjif, jcv atja j ofwjif mbeivc’a tjnf atf wlcv ab wbcbqbilhf j wjif. 

Wenge had adhered to those principles.

Though he suffered from time to time, he always endured.
Love was like that, half sweet and half bitter.

“Why won’t you answer me?” Wenge started asking multiple questions at once: “What on earth are you thinking?”

“……” 

Ling looked at Wenge, the ever-stoic subordinate hadn’t realized he, himself, had seemed so desperate that an almost pleading message appeared in his eyes.

It was like being trapped in an eternal maze with no boundaries and no exit.

Ling lowered his head and took out a cigarette from the inside of his clothes, but he didn’t light it.
He just bit it shallowly.

He said, “Wenge, you—” 

He leaned against the wall, pointedly looking at the hurried females in the corridor one by one, and whispered softly: “This female, that female, all females are the same.

“You are dedicated to your duty, you are loyal and determined— you are noble, so you are miserable.

“I’m not like you.”

Ling’s words were vague, “Me…… I was ill a long time ago, and the doctor determined me to be a sociopath, a moral degenerate.” 

Wenge looked at him steadily, his eyes confused.

“That’s about it,” Ling said with a shrug, “I’m morally corrupt, and he, he …… he might have to be sent to a Male Zerg Reformation Centre.
You’d never guess what he said to me—”

Speaking of that, Ling’s bright red eyes glowed with a soft light from the memories, like a small lake sparkling under the spring sunset.

He concluded: “In short, we are a rotten pot with a broken cover, a perfect match.” 

Wenge whispered: “I don’t quite understand.”

Ling simply turned his head and looked at Lu Mo lying in the ward.
 His voice was affectionate: “Nobility is the epitaph of nobles, and despicability is the pass for the despicable.”

 

Even if he was destined to be abandoned by the Mother Goddess, he just wanted to be happy in the fires of hell with Lu Mo.

“Also, do you smell…..” 

Ling sniffed hesitantly, making Wenge look at him suspiciously.
He asked him, “Smell what?”

Ling shook his head: “It’s nothing.”

The damp smell of rain seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

___________ 

And at that moment, Lu Mo was in an extremely wonderful state.

Though he was unconscious, he had never felt more awake.

Standing in the boundless dark chaos, he did not feel fear.
There were warm and bright light spots wandering in the darkness.
There were so many that when they gathered together by chance, Lu Mo was reminded of his first experience riding on a starship.

He had stood in front of the transparent porthole at that time, shocked to tears by the magnificent beauty of the universe. 

“Where is this?”

[This is your body.] The voice of the system was transmitted in the dark and was ethereal and faint.
[There are 30 more minutes before the transformation is complete.]

Lu Mo: “…..”

He reached out – or rather, he felt himself reaching out – and touched the spots of light surrounding him. 

The spots rubbed against his hand snuggly, like young animals.
Lu Mo felt a wave of cheerfulness pass through to him.

He couldn’t help raising an eyebrow: “So, I feel very happy because I touched myself?”

System: [……]

The System had a headache: [Please accept the goods.] 

Lu Mo sighed helplessly, “I’ve been very subtle, don’t be afraid of being locked up.”

The system responded coldly: [I hope you’ll remember that my current personality is not yet an adult–sooner or later you will be locked away, I’m warning you.]

 

Lu Mo shrugged.

Alas, there were always regrets in life. 

As they spoke, the spots of light gradually stopped swirling and dancing aimlessly, taking to regular shapes.
They gathered in small groups and converged into thin streams.
Then they intermingled with each other, merging into rivers—

Millions of rivers flowed silently before them.
They looked so thrilling, yet so calm.

When they finally connected at the center of the world, an intense white light pierced the darkness—

Lu Mo opened his eyes. 

He saw a soft face.
The sub-female doctor before him comforted, “How are you feeling?”

Lu Mo blinked hard and said, “It’s okay …… just a little hot.”

The sub-female doctor was taken aback: “Hot?”

Lu Mo felt himself for a moment, and said expressionlessly: “Doctor, I know that this may be a very common thing for you and an important event related to the reproduction of zergs.
Even my secretive attitude is a slander on your noble professional ethics,but please forgive me.
After all, there is a non-living being with an incomplete adult personality who is silently monitoring all this, so that’s all I can say.
Do you understand what I mean?” 

The doctor blinked in confusion: “… What do you mean?”

Lu Mo tugged at his collar in annoyance and said, “I seem to be frantically emitting pheromones, doctor!”

The doctor: “……”

Ten seconds later, the doctor blushed in realization and darted out the door.
He turned to the two females standing in the hallway and asked, “Which one of you is Mr.
Lu Mo’s female?” 

Ling took a deep breath quietly.

He said: “I am.
What’s the matter?”

The doctor was relieved that the female was there.

He grabbed Ling’s hand and headed for the room.
Wenge tried to follow, but was stopped by a push from the doctor. 

The sub-female bared his teeth at him, “No idle zergs allowed!”

The scent had gotten heavier and the air in the room was literally damp.
Ling even suspected he had fallen into water.

 

The male sat with his head down on the bed, showing a bit of the side of his face that had been tinted a deep red.

“What’s wrong with you?” 

Ling’s voice was horribly hoarse, as low as a cheetah poses to strike.
The pupils in his red eyes shrank to the size of the tip of a needle.

Lu Mo tugged at his collar impatiently, and raised his head when he heard his voice.
The tail of his eyes had turned red with frustration he couldn’t express.
He looked very wronged.

He stretched his hand out to Ling: “Ling, I feel so uncomfortable.”