SGT CH216

The next day, when X awoke and walked out of the tent, he saw the Prince following closely beside his Dark Star Region self with a faint smile, talking to him about something.

His Dark Star Region self was also tilting his head to listen, looking quite earnest.

Catching sight of him, the Prince looked up and greeted him with a smile:

“X!”

His Dark Star Region self turned his head to look over as well.

That expression was exceedingly complicated; his gaze held palpable disapproval toward him, tinged with suppressed fury.

The Prince had probably said something to him.

Badmouthing him, likely.

X had no energy to care about that.

Still carrying the Prince’s insect egg, he required the Prince’s pheromones and naturally could not expose the Prince to his face.

Yet seeing his past self deceived by the Prince’s sweet outward facade, an innate sense of powerlessness still welled from the depths of his heart.

Males were habitually skilled at beguiling bugs.

Leading females by the nose, coaxing them into surrendering everything.

Only to pay a price in blood in the end.

“X, are you feeling better?”

Mu Si walked up beside X, familiarly hooking an arm around his, inspecting his complexion with eyes brimming with concern.

Reining in his physical reactions as best he could, X lifted his gaze to glance at Hunter X not far away, replying nonetheless:

“I am fine. Thank you for Your Highness’s pheromones, and… mental soothing.”

X’s feelings were tangled.

His mental realm was in a catastrophic state, exceptionally chaotic—the exact sort that any mental groomer would avoid like the plague.

Yet the Prince had performed mental soothing for him.

Mu Si: “As long as you are fine. You need proper rest, and so does the insect egg in your belly…”

“An insect egg?!”

A female’s hearing was extraordinarily acute.

Hearing this from nearby, Dark Star Region X’s face changed drastically in an instant.

Looking over in bewilderment, X did not understand why he was so agitated.

Mu Si hastily clapped a hand over his mouth, thinking oh no.

He had been so engrossed in being sweet and reminiscing with his X-gege that he had forgotten all about this.

Still, since his X-gege already knew they were married, then… having an insect egg was completely normal, wasn’t it?

Evidently, X did not think so in the slightest.

Learning that his future self had married the little male had already overturned his worldview enough.

Let alone bearing the little male’s insect egg.

How could he carry the cub of his own “cub”?!

Earlier while alone with Si Si, knowing in his heart that everything was his own fault, he couldn’t bring himself to rebuke Si Si.

Now, facing his future self—the self who had married the little male and even carried an insect egg—he exploded completely.

X strode forward, pulled Si Si behind his back, and faced his future self who had become a Zerg military officer with glaring, furious eyes. Leaning in, he seized him by the collar, demanding right in his face:

“How could you do this?! How dare you do this?! Do you deserve to be called his elder brother?! Do you deserve to be his cifu?!”

Mu Si hurriedly reached out to pull him back.

“X-gege, don’t be angry! Things aren’t what you think, listen to me explain… He—he’s pregnant, his health is poor, his mental realm is damaged, and his brain isn’t working well either! Don’t use your hands…”

X had originally been at a loss, having no idea where this fury from his past self stemmed from.

Nor did he know where this talk of deserving to be an elder brother or a cifu came from.

Hearing the Prince call out “X-gege,” however, he froze completely, subconsciously turning his head to look at the Prince, utterly forgetting the other self who was currently clutching his collar.

Only one bug had ever called him that…

X cast a suspicious glance at him.

Bearing an egg, and a damaged mental realm.

Ultimately, he released his grip in indignation.

He knew the precious value of an insect egg.

Even in the Dark Star Region, Zerg hunters would never lay hands on a pregnant female carrying an egg or a first-stage cub.

As for a damaged mental realm…

Although he didn’t know the cause, even if his mental realm was damaged and required treatment, he couldn’t sleep with the little male this way and that, and even end up carrying an egg! What sort of disgraceful affair was this!

X had also heard that certain high-grade females had strong defenses, making their mental realms difficult to penetrate; a male needed to thoroughly break open and soften the female’s body through intimacy before being able to smoothly conduct mental soothing.

Such occurrences were especially common in the Dark Star Region, where male grades were universally low.

Regardless, it was exceedingly difficult for him to accept such a thing happening between himself and his little male.

He would rather die from a mental rampage.

He could never lie beneath the little male without a shred of shame, welcoming the little male’s invasion, and even conceiving his insect egg.

X’s expression shifted through several variations, yet in the end, he kept a stiff face with lips pressed tightly together, unable to forgive his future self, nor able to accept any explanation from him.

X’s gaze drifted back and forth between the two bugs; he thought he had deduced something.

His Dark Star Region self seemed to believe this male was… Si Si.

That address of “X-gege” had probably led his past self completely by the nose.

The Prince and the little male… indeed shared certain unique similarities.

When obsessed with searching for the little male to the point of madness, seeing the Prince had made him dazed for a fleeting second as well.

Looking closely, however, they were so entirely different.

How could the little male possibly be the cub of the Zerg Emperor and the Marshal?

How could the cub of the Emperor and the Marshal ever end up stranded in the Dark Star Region?

There was never any public record of the Prince going missing during his childhood either.

It was merely a coincidence that they shared the same hair color.

At most, one of his eyes shared a similar hue.

X could endure everything in silence, but he could not allow the little male to be involved.

Looking at his past self, he fixed his gaze on him and spoke slowly:

“You have mistaken him. The Prince is not Si Si; Si Si has long since…”

He could not finish the sentence.

Right at that moment, the Marshal emerged from his tent, looking toward them in confusion as he called out:

“Si Si?”

“Ah? Coming right now, cifu!”

Mu Si called back in response.

The confronting X and Hunter X: “…”

Hunter X stared at him with an expression reserved for an absolute idiot, faintly tinged with a few measures of pity.

Now he finally understood why Si Si said his brain wasn’t working well.