SGT CH36: Mental Sorting

◎But now his doors were wide open, allowing him to drive straight in.◎

Mousse sent the female Zerg, who looked on the verge of fainting, to the medical room.

The doctor performed an examination on Aix.

Mousse waited on the side, both anxious and guilty.

He didn’t break Aix, did he?

Didn’t they say military females were durable and couldn’t be broken?

Generally speaking, a military female would not be broken by physical torment, unless… their mental state was terrible, and they lacked effective mental sorting.

Mousse paused.

Just then, the doctor reported to him:

“Your Highness, Lieutenant General Aix’s body is very strong, and all his data is excellent. It’s just that his mental domain is shattered and his spirit is exhausted. I’m afraid… he won’t be able to last much longer.”

As he spoke, the sub-female doctor carefully observed the Prince’s expression.

He was puzzled.

The Prince clearly seemed to care a lot about Lieutenant General Aix, so why was he so hesitant to perform a mental sorting for the Lieutenant General?

Did His Highness want the Lieutenant General to live, or did he want him to die?

Lieutenant General Aix’s attitude was also hard to figure out.

During the Zerg egg examination, the Lieutenant General had clearly resisted the entry of the Prince’s mental power.

Unable to understand, the sub-female doctor attributed it to the Prince and the Lieutenant General’s special kind of play.

The kind that gambled with their lives.

Mousse waved his hand, dismissing the doctor.

He walked to the medical bed and sat down, extending a hand to Aix and said:

“I need to enter your mental domain. Don’t resist.”

He was just thinking about whether he should threaten Aix with the Zerg egg.

But Aix came over on his own, lying quietly on his lap, looking utterly submissive.

Mousse paused, his hand landing on Aix’s head. His mental power invaded Aix’s mental domain, and still, he encountered no resistance.

What’s going on?

Before, just entering the periphery of Aix’s mental domain was met with such strong resistance.

But now, his doors were wide open, completely unguarded.

Allowing him to drive straight in.

Was the change really so great just from knowing he wasn’t the one who drugged him and hadn’t forcibly taken him?

“Can any male Zerg enter your mental domain?”

As long as there was no drugging or forced possession, they could all mark him?

Knowing that now was not the time to say such things, Mousse was inexplicably displeased.

“Only you can. I belong only to you…”

Aix, who was already in a very poor state, said with difficulty, nervously pinching the corner of the Prince’s clothes.

“I beg you, don’t give me to another male Zerg.”

“What are you talking about?” Mousse was completely bewildered.

He didn’t understand how Aix could twist his words like this. It was probably because his mental state was really too terrible.

Even in such a state of mental confusion, Aix’s firm declaration that he belonged only to him soothed Mousse well.

He didn’t mind soothing Aix a little in return.

He stroked Aix’s hair and said softly:

“Leave it to me. I’ll make you comfortable.”

Mousse’s mental power delved deeper, passing through areas of rigid, shattered mental fragments.

Aix’s mental state was too terrible, filled with darkness and chaos, littered with broken mental fragments. There wasn’t even a materialized mental landscape.

Sorting out such a mental domain was truly a huge project.

It was a good thing Mousse was an S-class. If it were a lower-level male Zerg with a weaker mentality, he would have been scared away by now.

Mousse’s mental threads spread out, wrapping around those mental fragments, some filled with chaos, others permeated with a deathly stillness.

He cleared away the attached manic factors and deathly energy one by one, piecing the fragments back together.

In this process, Mousse inevitably read some memories.

Most were recent events in the Prince’s mansion.

Besides that, the most numerous were actually from his past in the Dark Star Field.

In those memory scenes, there was always a little blond male cub.

Even if the scene was blurry, the little male cub’s appearance, voice, and expressions were all crystal clear, down to every single strand of hair.

A female Zerg’s memory was far inferior to a male Zerg’s.

For Aix to have retained such distant memories so clearly, even in such a terrible mental state, was astounding.

It was as if that was the motivation that kept him alive, the reason he hadn’t completely collapsed yet.

“Are these your wings? Are you a spider?”

In the memory scene, the little male cub hugged the black bones extending from X’s back.

These black bones were like retractable long whips or chains, with a metallic texture.

“It’s part of my wings… not a spider…”

Feeling the little male cub’s touch, X froze, not daring to move.

He slowly turned his neck to look back and saw the little male cub climbing up the bones that he was hugging.

He was so scared his heart almost jumped out of his chest. Fearing the little male cub would get hurt, he dared not move even more.

He only moved the other few extended bones, either wrapping them around the little male cub’s waist or spreading them out below him.

Like a mechanical tentacle guarding a cub, he firmly protected the little male cub.

He was a mutant, possessing both the wings of a flying Zerg race and the exoskeleton of a terrestrial Zerg race.

At this moment, he hadn’t released his wings, only extending six black exoskeletal limbs several meters long.

It was no wonder the little male cub mistook him for a spider.

“So cool.”

The little male cub looked at the hard tentacles lifting him up in surprise, his big, sparkling eyes blinking.

“I want to be lifted high up. Can you lift me up? I also want to swing in the air.”

“No, that’s too dangerous.”

X sternly refused.

“Please,” the little male cub said softly, gently swaying while hugging his exoskeleton.

X’s reason was almost swayed away. He tried hard to keep a straight face and said coldly:

“Begging me is useless.”

“X, Big Brother X~”

The little male cub dragged out the end of his words, his sweet tone capable of coaxing the coldest, hardest female Zerg into confusion.

When X came to his senses, he had already used his exoskeleton to lift the little male cub five or six meters into the air and was swinging the bones back and forth, letting the little male cub play on a reverse swing.

“Hahaha, I’m flying! Again! Again!”

The little male cub’s sweet laughter entered his ears, seeming to dispel the darkness and gloom that perpetually hung over the Dark Star Field.

The temperature at night was too low. X didn’t let the little male cub play for too long and soon pulled him back down.

The little male cub hung on his neck, rubbing his face, which was cool from the wind, against him.

“Heehee, cuddling with the big spider, I like it so much.”

X’s face darkened.

When he wanted to play, he would act cute and call him “Big Brother X.” When he was done playing, he became a “big spider.”

X thought coldly that he would never be fooled by the little male cub’s cute act again.

But the next time the little male cub looked at him with those big, sparkling eyes, he forgot everything again.

He completely lost his reason, only able to say “yes, yes, yes,” “okay, okay, okay.”

…

Mousse withdrew from the mental domain.

Given the chaotic state of Aix’s mental domain, it couldn’t be completely repaired with a single mental sorting.

It needed to be done step by step.

The female Zerg, having undergone one mental sorting, had a noticeably calmer and more peaceful aura around him.

“Feeling better?”

Mousse asked, stroking the short hair of the female Zerg on his lap.

“Mmm…”

The mind, having been sorted by the male Zerg, was too relaxed and comfortable. His whole being felt light, as if floating on a cloud.

An intense feeling of drowsiness washed over him.

Aix was so sleepy he could barely open his eyes. He needed to concentrate very hard to respond to the Prince.

“Thank you, Male Master…”

It had been a long time since he had used that title.

Since the banquet that day, Aix had not called him that again.

From this title, one could also tell how muddled Aix was right now.

“Thank me for what?”

Mousse deliberately teased him, not letting him fall completely asleep.

“Thank you, for performing the mental sorting for me…”

Aix’s voice grew lower and lower, half of his consciousness already sinking into sleep.

“Anything else?”

Mousse tickled the back of his neck, subjecting him to harsh interrogation.

“Also, also…”

Aix paused for a long time, his closed eyelashes trembling, as if he were trying very hard to think.

“Thank you… for taking in the little male cub, for taking in my cub…”

Mousse: “???”

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