SGT CH1 [Arc 1]

Chapter 1: Punishment Room

◎【Judgment: You are arrogant and obsessive, vile and tyrannical. Your love is as cruel as your hate. You are destined to face destruction amidst hurting and being hurt.】◎

【Live broadcast room loading…】

【Host: Mousse】

【Identity: Zerg Prince】

【Crimes: Forced matching, severing the female consort’s wings, destroying the female consort’s future, imprisoning the pregnant female consort in the punishment room and ignoring him, causing the Zerg eggs in the female consort’s abdomen to lose vitality.】

【Scum Gong Value: 87】

【Judgment: You are arrogant and obsessive, vile and tyrannical. Your love is as cruel as your hate. You are destined to face destruction amidst hurting and being hurt.】

Mousse leaned against the sofa with his head propped at an angle, his soft platinum-blond hair cascading from his shoulders, his posture languid and casual.

He lazily raised his eyes, scanning the text displayed on the light screen before him with a detached expression, as if the Zerg sentenced to death wasn’t himself.

On the other side of the room, a group of researchers surrounded the prince’s terminal bracelet, using various instruments and methods to conduct detection and investigation.

Their expressions were solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Illegally hacking into a royal family member’s terminal was a serious crime. They had to catch the Zerg behind it and make them rot in prison.

As the investigation deepened, the researchers’ expressions gradually transformed into confusion and bewilderment.

After a while, the lead sub-female researcher approached the prince, presented the terminal, and said carefully:

“Your Highness, there are no signs of intrusion in your terminal, and the intelligent systems within the prince’s mansion are all normal.”

Mousse wasn’t surprised by this result.

He had suspected as much when the light screen appeared, and calling in researchers to check was just for further confirmation.

Mousse took the terminal bracelet and put it back on his left hand.

His bones were slender, his skin a sickly pale. The golden snake-shaped terminal clasped around his wrist looked as if it might snap the wrist in two.

The researcher stared at that slender, fair wrist, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Mousse turned his head to look at him.

The researcher hastily lowered his head.

Male Zergs were notoriously moody; a glance, a gaze could become reasons for them to lash out.

Prince Mousse, after his physiological awakening three months ago, had become increasingly temperamental and unpredictable.

Now that the prince was looking over, the mental power belonging to a high-level male Zerg fell upon him, making the B-level researcher both excited and frightened, nearly weakening his knees and causing him to kneel.

Just as the researcher thought he was about to be punished, he heard the prince ask in a calm voice:

“Professor, is there something in front of me?”

“No, no there isn’t,” the researcher answered in a trembling voice.

“Are you sure there’s nothing?”

The researcher didn’t know what kind of answer the prince wanted and hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

Mousse’s gaze passed through the semi-transparent light screen before him, looking toward the group of researchers waiting for instructions farther away.

They were all tense, their expressions anxious and uneasy—a normal reaction when facing a difficult-to-serve aristocratic male Zerg. Nothing unusual.

They truly couldn’t see the light screen in front of him.

Mousse withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to dismiss them.

“That’s all. You may go. Thank you for making this trip.”

“Serving Your Highness is our duty.”

All the researchers present breathed a sigh of relief and quickly bowed before leaving.

After the researchers left, Mousse raised his eyes to gaze at the light screen, a trace of contemplation in his eyes.

This light screen had appeared out of nowhere this morning and had been following him ever since.

No Zerg other than himself could see this light screen. The Zerg’s top technology couldn’t detect it, and even with his high-level male Zerg mental perception, he couldn’t trace its source…

It was as if it came from another dimension.

Tiny particles of light flickered, and the loading progress at the bottom of the light screen reached 99%.

Under Mousse’s gaze, the number jumped to 100.

【Scum Gong Reformation Live Broadcast Room loading complete】

【Live broadcast starting】

As the text appeared, an image materialized in the center of the light screen.

In a luxurious, palatial-style study, a beautiful heterochromatic-eyed male Zerg sat in a red velvet sofa chair, gazing ahead, his eyes holding a hint of inquiry and surprise.

It was himself.

At the same time, white text scrolled across the light screen.

[Is this the scum gong of this world? What a great face.]

[Holy crap crap crap, blonde heterochromatic-eyed cat beauty! I won’t say whose XP was activated.]

[Have some dignity, will you? You start licking as soon as you see a pretty face? Don’t you see what he’s done?]

[Forced matching, severing the female consort’s… that means the shou, right? … wings, destroying the shou’s future, imprisoning the pregnant shou… It’s torture, such torture.]

[Is there a mistake? Such a torturous scumbag, Zerg scum, only has 87 scum gong points? I don’t quite agree.]

[Why reform this kind of scum gong? Just cremate him directly.]

…

Scum gong? Zerg scum?

Who?

Me?

Never in his life had Mousse imagined that he, an upstanding male Zerg with strong willpower, excellent work abilities, and no bad habits, would receive such an evaluation.

He browsed through the text scrolling across the light screen.

High-level male Zergs possessed extremely strong mental power, granting him photographic memory and the ability to quickly extract key information from hundreds of comments.

They were audiences from another world who held considerable malice toward him.

In their eyes, he was a Zerg scum guilty of countless crimes.

They believed he should die and be immediately sent to a crematorium for cremation.

Of course, Mousse couldn’t let them have their way.

Setting aside whether he believed himself to be Zerg scum, so what if he was?

There were so many scum male Zergs; one more wouldn’t make a difference.

Male Zergs like his male father who only had one female Zerg and devoted most of his energy to work were the anomalies.

Just as he was internally complaining, a string of bolded red text jumped out.

【Warning!】

【Host’s current scum gong value is 87. Scum gong value is too high!】

【Please quickly begin reformation to lower scum gong value!】

This bolded red text was clearly distinct from the white comments just now.

It was more coldly rational, more like a pre-programmed system.

“What happens if I don’t do the task?” Mousse asked.

【Failure to reform results in death】

“Oh? How do I die?” Mousse raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Could this light screen from another dimension actually have the ability to interfere with his world?

【Based on world line development projections, you will die at the hands of your female consort in one month.】

“What female consort…”

Mousse was confused for a moment before realizing that the live broadcast system was referring to Aix.

That black-haired female Zerg he had locked in the punishment room.

Mousse was momentarily speechless.

Speaking of which, Aix becoming his female consort was the result of his forced matching.

But he had only done that to keep Aix in the prince’s mansion, at his disposal.

He didn’t actually want to marry Aix.

So calling him “female consort”… sounded very awkward.

Temporarily setting aside this form of address, Mousse was more concerned about other matters.

“I’ll die at Aix’s hands? Impossible. How would he kill me?”

Mousse questioned, “He’s locked in the underground punishment room by me, wearing the highest-grade suppressor. He can’t even take a step out of the punishment room.”

Faced with Mousse’s skepticism, the red text didn’t appear again.

It seemed to truly be just a system program that only answered fixed questions. Additional explanations weren’t part of its programming.

However, the live broadcast room audience was quite willing to communicate with Mousse.

[The system’s predictions are never wrong.]

[Host, please don’t believe the system’s predictions, and absolutely don’t reform. Just wait for the ending to arrive in a month.]

[The scum gong dying at the hands of the shou he hurt is also a decent ending.]

[Don’t! I came here to watch the reformation. Besides, the blonde beauty is so good-looking. It would be such a waste for him to go offline in just one month. I want to see more.]

[Host, don’t be stubborn. Just obediently follow the system tasks and reform, or you’ll regret it.]

Mousse never regretted his choices.

Regarding everything described by the light screen, he remained skeptical.

Saying he would die at Aix’s hands, and what was said before… that he locked the pregnant female consort in the punishment room.

Aix was pregnant?

How was that possible?

High-level Zerg had difficulty conceiving. There were plenty of loving couples who went decades or even centuries without eggs. He and Aix only had that one night during physiological awakening… How could it be such a coincidence?

Mousse didn’t believe what the live broadcast room said, but was still disturbed by this possibility.

To verify it, and also to test the truth of what the light screen described, he opened his terminal and contacted his private Zerg doctor.

As long as he had Aix examined, everything would be clear.

·

The prince’s mansion’s punishment room was underground.

It required passing through a long metal corridor and several identity-verification doors to reach.

Mousse proceeded unimpeded. Every door automatically opened upon his arrival.

This route was all too familiar to Mousse. Walking here was like coming home.

Except his aura was oppressive and his complexion terrible, showing none of the relaxation and comfort of coming home.

The dissipating mental power was extremely oppressive, almost preventing the sub-female doctor following behind him from walking.

Mousse stopped at the door of the punishment room.

The access control system identified him and emitted a “beep” unlocking sound.

The tightly closed metal door automatically opened.

A cold, dim punishment room filled with the stale scent of blood appeared before his eyes.

Mousse’s brow furrowed slightly.

He disliked the smell of blood.

Zerg blood contained pheromones. Some sadistic, crazed Zergs would become addicted to it. Mousse was not among them.

Blood reminded him of terrible memories.

A stifling emotion surged in his chest. Mousse raised his hand and pressed his heart.

“Your Highness?” The sub-female doctor stepped forward worriedly, wanting to examine him.

Mousse waved his hand, his gaze sweeping into the room.

The punishment room, converted from an equipment room, was extremely spacious. Chains extended from the four walls, binding a tall, black-haired female Zerg in the center of the room.

The female Zerg’s knees were separated, restricted to kneeling upright on the ground.

The chains suspended his arms high above his head.

Even in such a humiliating position, the female Zerg’s spine remained straight.

Hearing the commotion, the black-haired female Zerg bound by chains raised his head. His medium-length bangs, untrimmed for months, slid past his eyes, revealing the long, cold, emerald-green eyes beneath.

Those eyes were truly beautiful, like fireflies in the dark night, cool and enchanting.

And truly detestable.

Even though his gaze fell upon him, it was as if he didn’t regard him at all.

Mousse was somewhat angry, wanting to tear apart the female Zerg’s hard shell, make him suffer, make him beg.

He still remembered the main purpose of coming here. For now, he suppressed his anger and instructed the accompanying doctor:

“Go give him a full-body examination.”

The sub-female doctor had some understanding of the grievances between the prince and the general. At this moment, he didn’t dare make a sound and silently picked up the medical kit, walking toward the bound female Zerg in the center of the room.

He opened the medical kit, took out a portable scanner, and scanned the female Zerg from head to toe.

The examination results synchronized to the doctor’s terminal.

The doctor opened the virtual screen and reviewed it on the spot.

“Level S, with the potential to break through to SS. Zerg wings… incomplete. Mental state: critical. Should undergo mental grooming as soon as possible…”

The sub-female doctor’s voice gradually lowered.

Given General Aix’s current situation, there was of course no possibility of receiving mental grooming from a male Zerg.

Aix half-lowered his eyes, his reaction indifferent.

He cared neither about his terrible physical and mental state, nor about what further torment the prince might bring.

Mousse, leaning against the doorway, raised an eyebrow and looked at Aix.

Mental state critical?

Who?

Aix?

He really couldn’t tell.

The female Zerg bound by chains knelt ramrod straight. The arm exposed under the damaged outer clothing showed solid, powerful muscles. He looked like he could punch ten of him with one fist.

In reality, he could punch ten of him with one fist.

Male Zergs evolved in the direction of mental power and weren’t adept at physical combat. Female Zergs were the exact opposite.

S-level female Zergs were combat weapons that had honed their bodies to the extreme.

If not for the top-grade suppressor ring on his neck restricting his abilities, those alloy chains couldn’t restrain an S-level female Zerg at all.

That’s why Mousse only stood far away at the door, maintaining his distance from Aix.

The possibility of the female Zerg breaking through the suppressor ring and killing him was very small, but not zero.

He couldn’t make the same mistake again.

Mousse glanced askance at the door outside.

He was only half a step from the doorway. Once the female Zerg made a violent move, he could immediately leave and have the guards surround this place and capture the female Zerg.

He refuted the prediction about dying at Aix’s hands.

But he knew very well in his heart how likely this prediction was to come true.

Because it had almost become reality.

Except it wasn’t in the future, but in the past.

“Pheromone disorder… Strange, doesn’t this symptom usually appear in pregnant females lacking male Zerg pheromones?”

The doctor, still reviewing the examination report, muttered softly.

“Huh… huh huh huh?!”

Seeing the text on the next page, the sub-female doctor was so shocked that his eyes widened. He suddenly turned his head to look at Aix’s abdomen.

“The general is pregnant! The egg has been developing in his body for three months!”

Mousse’s mind went blank for a moment.

By the time he reacted, he had already pushed past the sub-female doctor and stood in front of the terminal light screen.

He saw the words on the physical examination report.

Status: Pregnant.

Gestation: Three months.

Diagnosis: Lacking male Zerg pheromones, Zerg egg development stagnant.

There were even several accompanying images showing the Zerg egg inside the female Zerg’s body.

He and Aix only had that one night. How could it be such a coincidence?

Reality told him it really could be such a coincidence.

Perhaps it was because he and Aix had very high genetic compatibility…

Mousse instinctively looked toward Aix beside him.

The black-haired female Zerg, whose gaze had been cold and indifferent with little will to survive, suddenly raised his head and looked at the terminal light screen in astonishment.

His eyes were filled with incredulous shock, along with some panic and confusion.

Having his wings severed, being locked in the punishment room, losing everything—Aix had never panicked.

Faced with this unexpectedly conceived Zerg egg, he panicked.

As if knowing that showing he cared would only invite deeper harm and torment.

When he noticed the prince’s gaze falling, Aix pressed his lips together and reined in his emotions.

Only those eyes still stared unblinkingly at the examination report, watching with extreme focus.

As if wanting to firmly engrave every word, every image into his mind.

A strange feeling flashed through Mousse’s heart.

Although Aix had restrained his emotions very quickly, he was a male Zerg with keen mental perception. This level of disguise couldn’t fool him.

Aix cared deeply about this egg.

If this egg was gone, Aix might very well detonate his Zerg core energy, break through the suppressor’s restraints, and drag him down to die together.

Mousse knew the best solution was to kill Aix first.

But letting Aix die had never been among Mousse’s options.

Aix couldn’t die. He had to live to be hurt and tormented by him.

Considering the danger of an S-level female Zerg’s outburst, Mousse still retreated a few steps, silently widening the distance from Aix.

After ensuring his own safety, Mousse turned to ask the doctor:

“What do you mean by stagnant development?”

The sub-female doctor answered carefully:

“The growth and development of Zerg eggs cannot be separated from male Zerg pheromones. If there is no pheromone nourishment for a long time, the Zerg egg will stop developing and enter a dormant state. After a longer period, it will… die.”

Aix’s gaze followed over, his ice-cold eyes mixed with fury falling on Mousse.

Why are you glaring at me?

Mousse felt both displeased and aggrieved.

Did I make you conceive an egg?

Oh, I actually did.

Mousse also had something to say about this result.

Subjectively, he had no intention of making Aix conceive an egg; objectively, he had caused this result.

Saying it out loud would probably further enrage the female Zerg, so he’d better not say it.

Mousse estimated the distance from Aix and felt it was still too close. He quietly moved his feet, wanting to retreat further back.

“Your Highness…”

A low, hoarse voice rang out.

Since Mousse entered the punishment room, this was the first time Aix had spoken.

Mousse’s steps halted.

“This is also your cub.” Aix’s eyes fixed tightly on Mousse.

“So what?”

Mousse’s gaze fell on Aix’s parched lips.

In some conservative and strict families, if the male Zerg didn’t let the Zerg in the punishment room die, the butler would arrange for mechanical Zergs to regularly deliver nutrient solution to the Zerg inside.

The nutrient solution was only enough to maintain basic survival needs, nothing more.

Before entering the punishment room, Aix had just lost his wings. His body, in order to repair the damage, would spontaneously consume massive amounts of energy.

And he had also unexpectedly conceived a Zerg egg, which likewise required energy to sustain.

Aix’s physical condition might not be as good as he appeared.

But what does that have to do with me?

Mousse thought, it was all self-inflicted.

Harming a male Zerg—sparing his life was already merciful enough.

Spending his entire life in the punishment room was the ending Mousse had chosen for him.

Even if the female Zerg had a Zerg egg in his abdomen, Mousse didn’t plan to make any changes.

Hearing the prince’s indifferent response, Aix’s heart turned cold.

Male Zergs were mostly cold-hearted by nature and had little affection for cubs. This was something he had known all along.

He should never have held any expectations of male Zergs.

Aix had devoted his entire life to the empire and the military. He had never thought about male Zergs or marriage, but he had always wanted to raise a small Zerg cub.

A small, soft cub that could accompany him.

His Zerg egg, his cub—he only learned of its existence today, yet he had to feel it gradually losing vitality, heading toward death…

Blazing fury and hatred erupted in Aix’s eyes.

His body suddenly leaned forward toward the prince. His arms bound by chains struggled, and the chains made an unbearable creaking sound.

Shit shit shit?!!!

Mousse bolted toward the door.

【Scum Gong Value +3】

【Current Scum Gong Value 90】

【Warning! Scum Gong Value too high!】

【Trigger guidance task initiated: Release the female consort, nourish the Zerg egg】

【Please complete the task immediately! Lower the scum gong value!】

Mousse: “???”

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Author’s Note:

· Starting the novel. The gong’s original name was Mu An, changed to Mousse. Rounding up, it also counts as a foreign name required by Jinjiang, little cake~

· Pure romance novel, mainly writing the emotional story of gong and shou. Only want to work on the CP. Plot proportion is low. The live broadcast room is merely a medium and won’t have much ink devoted to it later either.

· Style similar to “Lone Scum Gong / I Thought I Got the Scum Gong Script.” Writing to fill my own book drought.

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