After Transmigrating Into a Villain Cannon Fodder Male Zerg

hree steps forward, he strode over and lifted the child up, saying in a stern voice, “How did you get in here!”

The child looked to be only five or six years old, wearing a tattered hooded robe.
His dark skin glowed beautifully in the sunlight.
He was lifted by the back of his neck by Lu Mo.
His limbs hung limply in the air, but his eyes were wide open, staring straight at Lu Mo in horror.

Lu Mo was a little surprised.
The child had a pair of silver eyes, and it made him think of creatures called dark elves. 

But he was in the world of the zerg; there could be no dark elves.
The child was probably just of some rare zerg bloodline.

His face was smeared with oddly colored oil, Lu Mo felt that……

It was almost as if some primitive tribe of zergs had crossed over; it looked so out of place.

“Talk! Are you mute!” 

The male zerg’s cold, green eyes were burning with grim fury.
His posture was every bit nobility— the arrogance that had long permeated him due to the superiority of his upbringing.

The child, even if he was clueless, understood that the male was looking at himself no differently than he would a mole.

 

He secretly drank the holy water.
He had thought to only drink a sip at most— even if it was just a small lick, but as soon as he had tasted the sweet liquid, he couldn’t control himself.

Wuu.. 

According to the rules of the tribe, one would have to be killed—stabbed through the stomach with a wooden stick and left to die out in the sun for three days!

It had been so hard for him to escape, and now to die….

Fear and trepidation poured into his heart, and the child struggled to hold it back.

His female father was the bravest warrior in the tribe, how could he, as his child, shed tears over mere death? 

He took a deep breath and, following the example of the warriors, declared gallantly, “Sir, I will not fear death; treat me as you would a true warrior!”

Lu Mo: “…..”

In fact, if you drink raw water, you won’t actually die.….Pft.

The child’s eyes were red, and tears had started to well up in them.
He widened his eyes to keep them from falling.
He was trying so hard that even his round face was puffed up like a little black cat. 

Lu Mo couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He resisted the urge to rub the child’s face, and instead threw the child to the ground.

The kid fell on his buttocks solidly, but it didn’t look like it hurt at all.
He tilted his neck and looked at Lu Mo dumbfoundedly, “Sir, although I haven’t metamorphosed yet, I’m already a proud warrior—”

“Ahem.”

The haughty male curled his left hand unnaturally, placing it to the side of his face to block the corner of his mouth, and coughed softly. 

“Get out of here.” He waved impatiently at the child with his other hand, “Where is this uncultured wild child from, this is not a place you can just enter as you please.”

He spoke in an elegant manner that the child had never seen before, and it made the child’s psyche develop a point of respect.

Although the Mr.
Male looked weak, he must have been stronger than the warriors of the tribe.

He twisted his fingers nervously around the corners of his coat and stammered, “Then, then, I will not disturb sir’s purity any longer, and salute you with the first ripe sheaf of wheat in autumn!” 

After saying that, he clumsily performed an odd ritual towards Lu Mo before slowly retreating to the fence.

Surrounding Lu Mo’s estate was a ring of iron fencing made of fine steel, tough as nails.
Lu Mo looked at the child curiously, only to watch him press against the fence and somehow smoothly squeeze through the extremely narrow gap with his arms and legs tucked in.

 

Lu Mo：=口=！

What a cat!! 

“Wait a minute.”

The child deviated from his pace and asked respectfully, “Do you have any further instructions?”

The male picked up the leather pouch on the ground.
The small cloth bag was very exquisite and was painted with rough but interesting designs.
He threw it hard, and the leather pouch flew over the iron fence.

The little warrior of the tribe bounced twice, showing a liveliness unbecoming of him, before he took the little pouch in his arms. 

The male said impatiently, “Take your junk away.”

The child’s mouth grew wide open and stared at him in disbelief.

Not only had Mr.
Male nobly spared him after he stole holy water, but he even had the mercy to allow him to take some away!!!

Feeling the bulging water in his pouch— It was the holy water he had salvaged earlier in his greed. 

He bowed deeply to Lu Mo: “May Mother Goddess bless you, sir.
You are so generous.”

[Ding, scum value has been deducted by one.]

[I hope you understand that this was not because I only wanted to deduct one point from you, but because you only have one point left.]

Lu Mo: …… 

The family, which was already not well off, was even worse off now QAQ.

 

…….

  

That evening, after dinner.

The butler sat down and said to Lu Mo, “Young master, I think it’s time to talk to you about children.”

 

Such a thing was supposed to be taught by the male parent, but because of Lu Mo’s special situation, the butler took on the responsibility.

He peered at Lu Mo with eyes full of emotion, aware that the time had come for the young master to consider an heir. 

“It is the duty of the male zerg to procreate.
How many females do you think a male should have, Young Master?”

Lu Mo coldly said, “One.”

Ling, who had been smoothly arranging the tableware to the side, paused a moment and then returned to his original state, only with his ears slightly reddened.

“……” The butler took a deep breath, “And do you want only one heir?” 

“Who said that?” Lu Mo raised his eyebrow: “I want to have a hundred.”

The butler said helplessly, “Then you can’t just marry one.”

“Hmm.”

Lu Mo raised his chin.
“A hundred, all born from Ling.” 

“Ka La—”

The dinner fork in Ling’s hand slipped and made a harsh sound.

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully making even the system feel like scum.
Scum value plus one.]

Lu Mo’s mood finally got better, and he stood up proudly and left. 

“Ling, you’ll never get away from me in this life.”

 

……..

  

Ling stood in the kitchen with a stiff back.
He stood motionless for a long time, until there were no longer any sounds made in the living room.

He slowly covered his face, his ears so red they nearly dripped blood.

 

Give birth to..

Give birth to a hundred??