SGT CH210

210 The Xs’ Viewing Theater 2

◎Tianjia Emperor: “You lay eggs with a ‘cub’?”◎

Crimes: Forced genetic matching, severing his Female Monarch’s wings… destined to meet destruction amidst hurting and being hurt.

Confronted with such an indictment, the Tianjia Emperor was the first to reject it.

“Si Si is not that kind of male! Even if he truly did those things, he unquestionably had an agonizing hidden grievance!”

The Tianjia Emperor—who moments ago had sneered that Female Zergs groveling at a male’s feet was an absolute disgrace—instantly did a complete reversal in attitude.

So the male was Si Si; then there was nothing wrong with it.

“Doesn’t your Zerg race have a Male Protection Association? What are those useless wastes doing for a living! How could they subject Si Si to a cruel reformation over something like this?!”

“Furthermore, who on earth is that female who was forcefully matched by Si Si? To dare be so… ungrateful.”

Saying this, the Tianjia Emperor’s tone dripped with sour jealousy.

Forced genetic matching. Exactly what kind of female could captivate his Imperial Consort so deeply that he would stop at nothing to possess him?

Even knowing full well the male on screen was not his Imperial Consort, the aura they emitted was so identical, like a parallel manifestation of his own mate.

He could hardly separate them completely, finding himself loving the crow for the sake of the tree.

Simultaneously, a blistering jealousy rose against that matched female. He preferred to believe the female had orchestrated a cunning trap, swindling his pure, kind Si Si.

The high-ranking Zerg officers all wore dreadful expressions.

None of them held the luxury to care about the Tianjia Emperor’s rapid change of tune.

The one forcefully matched by the Prince had been himself, and the one whose wings were severed had been himself as well.

It was his own actions that had dragged the Prince down to this state, saddled with the title of a scum male and forced to undergo reformation.

“His Highness is innocent! The truly guilty bug is me! If anyone is to be reformed, it should be me! Direct everything at me!”

Admiral X spoke with frantic desperation.

He stared intently at the Prince in the projection, his eyes swimming with boundless heartache and protective panic.

Whether it meant perpetual imprisonment or being exiled to mine remote ore planets under correctional labor, he would embrace it without complaint.

This was what he deserved to endure.

Previously, the Prince had shielded him and shouldered everything in his stead.

He wanted far more to barter his entire existence in exchange for the Prince’s peace and happiness.

Regardless of the viewers’ inner turmoil, however, the broadcast rolled forward unhindered.

In the holographic stream, the Prince had already stood up, stepping hastily toward the underground chambers after conversing with the light screen.

This was merely a recorded projection.

A history that had already transpired upon the Prince’s flesh and soul. It would not shift on account of their protests.

The seated Xs gradually came to this realization.

Silence descended across the hall, the atmosphere suffocating as a crushing heaviness spread among them.

After a long pause, the Hybrid Tianjia Commander spoke up:

“The screen states ‘Failure in reformation results in death,’ forecasting that the Prince will perish at the hands of his Female Monarch one month from now. And the Prince’s Female Monarch is called… X.”

Across the round table, every gaze zeroed in upon the Zerg females.

The Tianjia flared with lethal killing intent.

The shadow guards quietly slipped concealed blades into their palms.

The Zombie King and the psychic ability user joined forces, locking down the surrounding space.

Since the prophecy dictated that the Prince would fall to his Female Monarch, the simplest resolution was to eliminate this “Female Monarch” in advance.

This was the universal creed of all Xs: wherever Mu Si’s safety was involved, even if the target was another version of himself, he could kill without hesitation.

Earlier, when the Tianjia Emperor provoked them, the Zerg officers had been ready to brawl, yet at this moment, they appeared as though their souls had vacated their bodies.

It was the X from the Dark Star Region who was the first to voice fierce objection:

“No! How could I ever harm Si Si?! There must be an error in this prediction!”

He looked toward the Zerg officers beside him, his expression fraught with desperation, frantic to verify the truth:

“Say something! What on earth happened? How could you ever lift a hand against Si Si? That is our little male! The cub we raised with our own hands!”

The Zerg officers—who had long since wedded the Prince and raised cubs together: “…”

Even the Tianjia Emperor couldn’t help casting a sideways glance at him.

What cub?

They played things this wild?

“Wait, didn’t the screen state moments ago… that the Prince’s Female Monarch was thrown into the disciplinary chamber while bearing an egg?”

The Tianjia Emperor could not resist asking: “You breed eggs with a ‘cub’?”

In an instant, the gaze that every entity directed toward the Zerg Xs shifted.

Among them, the most profoundly horrified was Hunter X from the Dark Star Region.

He adamantly refused to accept such an impossible reality.

“How could that be? This is definitely a misjudgment! How could I ever with Si Si…”

He stammered in panic, turning toward the silent Zerg officers beside him, his voice abruptly losing all its foundation.

Yet clutching at this final straw of hope, he sought confirmation:

“That is false, right?”

The Zerg Marshal and Admiral, who had already seen their cubs grow up, could not answer, awkwardly averting their eyes.

Straight from the disciplinary chamber, Major General X—still bearing the cold inhibitor clasped around his neck—dazedly pressed a hand over his lower abdomen.

Among all the Zerg Xs present, only he originated from the exact temporal crossroad mirrored in the projection.

And only he truly carried an egg incubating within his chamber at this moment.

He was pregnant with the little male’s egg.

Major General X felt a violent wave of vertigo crash over him.

Bound inside the disciplinary chamber for three agonizing months, his resolve had never faltered into weakness.

Yet this revelation battered him to the brink of fainting.

Before this, the sheer trauma of personally tearing open the little male’s chest had consumed him entirely.

He had temporarily forgotten the chaotic entanglement shared with the Prince, having had his egg chamber unsealed and flooded with pheromones by the Prince—the grown-up little male.

Having it dragged into the open now, the depravity and madness of that past came rushing back.

Crushing guilt and shame submerged his consciousness.

He wished he could perish on the spot, using his life to expiate his transgressions.

By the time X registered his own actions, his insectoid claws had already descended upon his chest.

Sharp talons severed fabric with ease, carving into flesh as blood welled outward.

Before he could plunge deeper, a hand lunged from the side, clamping down on his wrist to arrest his movement.

“Get a hold of yourself,” Admiral X rebuked sternly. “Even if you seek atonement through death, it should not be now. The Prince treasures this cub beyond measure; at the very least, bring Si Si’s cub into the world first.”

“Besides, extracting a heart will not kill a high-ranking female,” the Admiral added, speaking with unmistakable personal experience.

“Returning covered in blood will only terrify the Prince.”

This was truly hard-won wisdom.

The Major General X from the disciplinary chamber perceived the hidden meaning.

“You… truly bore the little male’s egg, and raised him to birth?”

“Ahem, yes,” Admiral X cleared his throat softly, shifting his gaze aside, adding with lingering awkwardness:

“A female cub. Bearing a striking resemblance to the Prince’s childhood features. The Prince named him ‘Miracle.'”

Miracle.

From the name alone, one could discern the Prince’s boundless adoration and protective care for this offspring.

In truth, as a little female, Miracle had merely inherited the Prince’s hair and eye colors.

His facial features favored X more closely, yet softened with the Prince’s delicate lines, appearing exquisitely sweet, like a little prince.

He was royalty by blood after all: the Prince’s son.

A cub resembling the little male…

Major General X slipped deeper into a daze.

He could never bring himself to destroy the little male’s child.

This was an innocent life, carrying the sacred bloodline of the bug he treasured above all else.

Since conception was confirmed, and Si Si cherished and welcomed this child, he would naturally move mountains to lay this egg safely.

Yet what was he to do with himself afterward?

Listen to the little male’s cub call him cifu?

Major General X sank into absolute paralysis.

Rather than birthing the little male’s cub and having that child call him cifu, it seemed far cleaner to end his own life the moment the egg was laid.

The Zerg Marshal maintained absolute silence nearby.

He chose not to disclose that he and the Prince had raised more than just a single cub.

The Hybrid Tianjia Commander had refrained from joining the debate, given that his dynamic with his Little Tentacle Monster was equally labyrinthine and beyond conventional words.

Observing the shifting expressions and gestures of the females, the Hybrid Tianjia Commander observed: “The Prince did not perish a month later, correct?”

The Zerg Marshal retorted coldly:

“I would never lay a hand against my Male Master.”

“Which means… the reformation was a success.”

The Hybrid Tianjia Commander returned his gaze to the holographic screen.

Though the “film” had only begun, they already held the final outcome.

Yet regarding what the Prince had endured throughout this ordeal, and what manner of “reformation” had been inflicted upon him, they burned with intense concern.

Even the Zerg Admiral and Marshal, who had weathered that era alongside the Prince, yearned to unravel the Prince’s hidden trials.

To know what suffering their beloved male had endured in corners hidden from their sight.

Every viewer’s attention locked back onto the screen.

…

The Prince stood at the threshold of the disciplinary chamber, watching the sub-female physician conduct a medical examination upon the bound female, his brows knit tight.

Following a sequence of scans, the physician declared:

“The Major General is pregnant! The egg has been developing within his body for three months!”

…

Beside the round table.

The X from the disciplinary chamber numbly pressed his palm over his abdomen.

He was truly pregnant.

Carrying the little male’s cub.

This egg had already been gestating inside him for three months.

Calculating the timeline, tonight was likely the very night the Prince would arrive to confront him.

If he returned to reality, how was he to face the Prince? How was he to face the little male he had searched for across decades?

…

Within the projection.

The physician retreated to the perimeter, leaving the Prince and the bound military female in tense confrontation.

“Your Highness, this is your cub as well.”

Having gone long without speaking, X’s voice was parched and raspy.

“So what?”

The Prince appeared entirely indifferent, his gaze lingering briefly upon the military female’s chapped, bloodless lips.

In that fleeting instant, furious rage and bitter hatred erupted within the bound female’s eyes.

His torso lunged forward violently, his hoisted arms pulling taut against their restraints.

The iron chains shrieked under the catastrophic strain.

Frightened, the Prince spun on his heel and bolted toward the door.

…

“You dared treat Si Si with such an attitude?!”

The Tianjia Emperor slammed the table in outrage, glaring furiously across at the Zerg opposite him.

Even when his Imperial Consort had plunged a dagger straight into his heart back then, he had gently coaxed him, terrified the blade might graze the Imperial Consort’s delicate fingers.

These Zerg females actually dared terrorize a fragile male in such a manner.

A female like this would face societal condemnation even in the Tianjia Empire.

The shadow guards cast deeply critical looks as well.

Merely undergoing a slight disciplinary reprimand from his master, yet daring to show such blatant disrespect.

Unfit to be called a proper shadow guard.

The Zombie King and the ability user watched in silence, their brows knitting slightly when the Zerg X startled Mu Si, though neither voiced a comment.

Only Student X, still rooted in a civilized, peaceful pre-apocalyptic era, could not resist interjecting:

“Be that as it may, regardless of the circumstances, locking someone in a basement without due process is illegal detention.”

“You understand nothing.”

The one refuting him was the Zerg Admiral who had lived through every heartbeat of this past.

Gazing at the Prince within the projection, a complicated ocean of devotion churned in his eyes:

“This was never imprisonment; it was protection.”

…

Within the projection.

The alert signaling an increase in Scum Gong Value sounded.

Having fled to the doorway, the Prince was forced to turn back.

Hearing from the physician that tenfold the volume of pheromones was required to preserve the egg’s life:

“Major General X, you wouldn’t want your cub to perish in your womb, would you?”

The Prince looked down at the restrained female, malicious intent glittering openly in his eyes.

Kneeling on the cold floor, the female relaxed his taut frame, tilting his head back to expose his throat banded by the inhibitor:

“If Your Highness is willing to bestow some pheromones upon me.”

…

“Heh,” the Tianjia Emperor let out a cold, cryptic sneer.

The high-ranking Zerg officers had long forged an unshakeable composure, offering zero reaction to the Tianjia Emperor’s mockery.

Hunter X sat on pins and needles.

How could he have solicited intimacy from the little male in such a degraded fashion?

This was far too shameful and disgraceful.

Student X looked among them, voicing the confusion burning in the minds of all non-Zerg and non-Tianjia members:

“What are pheromones?”

The Zerg officers: “…”

Swallowing his embarrassment, the Zerg Marshal managed a strained, clinical explanation:

“A specialized chemical secretion released by an organism into the environment, serving as an indispensable nutrient for the growth and development of an insect egg.”

Endowed with the rigorous pedantry and inquisitive spirit of an academic overachiever, Student X pressed further:

“How are they secreted and released?”

The assembly of Zerg officers was struck dumb, their faces alternating between flushed red and pale green, completely at a loss for words.

With a mocking chuckle, the Tianjia Emperor took it upon himself to answer:

“Put simply, it is when the male thrusts his @#% straight into the female’s &#, and then &*#$…”