SGT CH10: Let’s have a fight

◎Within seven steps, a female zerg’s claws are both fast and accurate.◎

“Come in. What are you still standing there for?”

Mousse turned back and saw Aix standing stiffly in the corridor. He reached out to pull him, but couldn’t move him.

Yo? You dare to resist now?

Mousse raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Aix came to his senses and, without waiting for the prince to pull a second time, voluntarily followed the force of the prince’s hand and knelt at the prince’s feet.

“Your Highness, was my service not good enough?”

Aix asked with a pale face, his heart filled with panic and unease.

Before, when he was locked in the punishment room, he was all alone and didn’t care about life or death, so naturally, he wasn’t afraid.

Now, with the zerg egg, he had the motivation to live, and also something to care for…

Even for the sake of the egg in his abdomen, he could not be locked in the punishment room again.

He didn’t care what happened to himself, but the zerg egg must not come to any harm.

“I beg you to give me another chance… I will do anything you ask.”

Aix pulled the corner of the prince’s clothes and pleaded in a low voice.

Mousse was still completely bewildered, not understanding what was happening.

He looked back at the room behind him and, remembering this was where the female zerg had been locked up before, realized that Aix had misunderstood.

He was going to torment Aix.

But not by locking him back up.

“Get up first.” Mousse reached out, wanting to pull Aix up.

Aix saw the prince look back at the punishment room and understood that the other had not given up the idea.

Seeing the prince reach out to pull him, he became even more nervous, his body instinctively resisting.

Aix’s panicked gaze fell on the metal walls of the corridor.

He suddenly remembered the last time the prince had left the door open and made him serve him at the doorway.

“Your Highness, I can… I can serve you here.”

Aix leaned in close and opened his mouth to bite the prince’s button.

The female zerg suddenly pressed against him. The warm touch sent waves of tingling numbness straight to the top of his head. Mousse was so startled he almost jumped.

He grabbed the female zerg’s hair with one hand to stop him from getting closer, and gathered his outer robe with the other, retreating in a panic.

He took a moment to glance at the light screen and found that the live broadcast interface hadn’t even gone black yet. The comments were wildly spamming question marks and exclamation points.

[???]
[!!!]
[Holy crap! Is it what I think it is? Playing so big?!]
[And he looks so skilled…]
[As expected, you guys have been doing it big time where I can’t see.]

Seeing the comments, Mousse’s already hot face immediately turned redder.

He glared at the female zerg who still wanted to get closer and cursed angrily: “Have I ever deprived you of pheromones? Making you so impatient?!”

Aix instantly froze.

Seeing him motionless, Mousse seized the opportunity, scooped up the female zerg, brought him into the room, and closed the door with a click.

Hearing the sound of the door automatically locking, Aix’s body stiffened even more, his eyes filled with despair.

“Your Highness, it is also your cub. Do you have no mercy at all for your own child?”

Aix asked in a low voice. His speech was slow, his voice soft, without any hint of questioning or accusation.

Because he already knew the answer.

Early on in his interactions with the prince, he had sensed that the prince had no feelings for this zerg egg.

Even when giving him pheromones, it was more for the sake of tormenting him, playing with him, rather than for the zerg egg.

It was he himself who had developed extravagant hopes.

The prince appeared before him time and time again. Looking at this incredibly beautiful male zerg, he would sometimes couldn’t help but think that this cub might look like the prince… Golden hair, tender white skin, the same exquisite beauty.

Mousse glanced at the female zerg in confusion, finding the question very perplexing. “I am clearly very merciful.”

He had specifically looked up how many pheromones a zerg egg needed and then supplied the female zerg with a quantity far exceeding ten times that amount. Wasn’t that enough?

Moreover, no matter how bad their relationship was, Aix was his legal female consort.

As long as this zerg egg could survive and be successfully born, it would be his first-in-line successor.

He was a prince, the imperial crown prince. His successor was equivalent to the Zerg emperor after the next.

Mousse really couldn’t think of how else he should be “merciful” to this zerg egg he had yet to meet.

The female zerg only asked that one baffling question and then fell silent. He just stood to the side with his head lowered, his hands unconsciously protecting his abdomen, looking lifeless. As if he had already despaired.

Despair then, despair. There was nothing more he could do.

He couldn’t possibly be expected to be like some parents, holding books like “The 100 Great Inventions That Changed the Zerg” or “Sergeant in Three Years, Colonel in Five,” and give this zerg egg early education, right?

The thought of such a scene made Mousse uncomfortable all over. He quickly shook his head, banishing those images from his mind.

The room was empty, except for the few chains that had previously been used to bind the female zerg.

Mousse used a voice command to wake up the intelligent system. “Xiao i, open the equipment depot.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the voice of the smart brain sounded in the room.

The green indicator light on the wall flickered, and many of the metal floor tiles sank down. Then, large display racks rose one by one from the ground. In an instant, the once-empty room was filled.

All kinds of new weapons and equipment were dazzling to the eye, a veritable small armory.

This was the true appearance of this room.

In the beginning, to find a place to quickly lock Aix up, Mousse had temporarily removed his collection of weapons and created a punishment room.

“Don’t you want to try? These are all my prized possessions,” Mousse asked the female zerg beside him.

Aix had already looked up when he heard the noise and was then stunned by the weapons and equipment that filled the entire room.

All were top-of-the-line weapons and equipment. The quantity obviously couldn’t compare to the military department, but the richness of the collection was far beyond what the military could match.

Many were privately customized for a zerg or were special weapons that were already out of production.

Moreover… the position of each display rack in the room was extremely reasonable, and the displayed weapons were also sorted by category, very systematically.

With his discerning eye, it was not difficult to see that this was not a temporary arrangement. Rather, it had been carefully organized and collected over a long period of time.

Just as the prince had said, these were his prized possessions. This place was originally the prince’s equipment collection room, not some punishment room.

Only then did Aix realize he might have been mistaken. The prince wasn’t going to lock him back in the “punishment room,” but… wanted to show him his prized collection of weapons and equipment?

He couldn’t understand the prince’s thoughts at all. To have once imprisoned a female zerg who had harmed him in an equipment room, with an armory of weapons just a wall away. And now to so blatantly tell him “there are many weapons here.” Wasn’t he worried that he would…

Seeing Aix’s lack of reaction, Mousse couldn’t help but feel puzzled. No way? Still no reaction? What female zerg could face a room full of weapons like this and not be moved? A normal military female should faint from excitement at a single glance.

Mousse was stirred by a strange sense of competitiveness.

“Not interested? It’s fine. I have many mechs next door. That room is bigger.”

Mousse pulled the zerg forward. The equipment room and the mech room were connected, and one could go through by directly opening the door.

As Mousse approached, the metal door on the wall opened automatically. Passing through a screen of white light, they entered the mech room.

This room was indeed larger… Aix looked up. From three-to-five-meter-tall light mechs to hundred-meter-tall heavy mechs, they had everything.

He had been in the basement of the prince’s mansion for so long, yet had not sensed a room next door that could accommodate heavy mechs. Spatial folding and expansion technology had been used.

Aix was not surprised that the prince’s mansion could use such technology. What surprised him was that the prince would actually use such technology for collecting and displaying mechs.

“Does Your Highness like mechs very much?” Aix couldn’t help but ask. Male zergs who had a fondness for mechs were a minority. Male zergs who would set up a dedicated mech room at home were even fewer. And a male zerg who had taken mech collecting to the prince’s level… was simply unheard of.

“It’s alright.” Mousse looked up at the group of mechs, his voice flat. “Can’t say I like them much, but I don’t dislike them either.”

Aix looked at the room full of immeasurably valuable mechs and was skeptical of the prince’s “alright.”

“A male zerg’s body is too fragile compared to a female zerg’s. And mechs can, to the greatest extent, level the disparity in physique.”

It wasn’t that he liked mechs much; it was just a lack of a sense of security. Commonly known as, fear of insufficient firepower.

Therefore, he had arranged the equipment room and the mech room next to the bedroom. Maximum sense of security.

However, facts had proven that when facing an S-level female zerg at close range, no weapons or mechs were of any use. Within seven steps, a female zerg’s claws were truly fast and accurate.

Mousse gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Aix, remembering the past events, also lowered his head. His gaze fell on the hand hanging by his side. For some reason, his heart felt a dull and uncomfortable ache.

Mousse turned to look at him and suddenly said: “Let’s have a fight.”

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