Chapter 5: Guan Yizhou Is Here!

"Can you pilot an A-class mech?"

"No."

"What about B-class?"

"...No."

"Then, F-class?"

Lin Yan gave an awkward laugh. "Sorry, that one's a no too."

The interviewer on the remote feed wore a stern expression, brows furrowed, clearly displeased with him. "Don't tell me you can't even fly a shuttle?"

The Zerg were a race that revered strength, especially judging individuals by the intensity of their mental power. For Female Zerg, A-class mental power meant piloting A-class mechs, and F-class mental power meant piloting F-class mechs.

And then there was Lin Yan—a Zerg who couldn't even fly a shuttle.

The interviewer rubbed the space between his brows and wrote his evaluation in the interview form: [Worthless.]

That wasn't enough for him.

He added: [A guy with no mental power at all—I suggest he sit at the table with the hatchlings.]

Another interview down the drain.

Lin Yan collapsed onto his bed like a greenhouse flower battered by a violent storm, drained of all strength and options.

After agreeing with his Consort yesterday that he would repay the money, he had been mass-submitting resumes on his light-brain.

Of course.

They were blank resumes.

Because although Male Zerg could attend school in Zerg society, the original owner of this body had been an unmotivated illiterate. He couldn't sit still back in elementary school, and to drop out, he'd picked a fight with other Male Zerg lords—and got exactly what he wanted.

Only a kindergarten diploma.

So he could only apply for jobs that didn't require educational qualifications, but even those places didn't want him—

They complained he couldn't work around the clock.

They complained he couldn't pilot a mech.

They complained he had no mental power.

Honestly, he'd only been a Zerg for less than twenty-four hours. These skills that Zerg were supposed to know innately genuinely sounded like gibberish to him.

Huh? That couldn't be right, could it?

Weren't transmigrators supposed to be protagonists?

Why, why couldn't he even find a job?

Lin Yan wallowed in self-pity on his bed for twenty minutes, then was forced to come around. Bah, whatever. Can't worry about debt when you're already drowning in it.

Look on the bright side.

Maybe his Consort would just kill him tomorrow—then he wouldn't need to repay the money at all.

Lin Yan pushed open the door with a sour face, and there—Kaspa was kneeling ramrod straight in the corridor. Even in casual clothes, he looked as rigid and resolute as if he were in military uniform. It startled Lin Yan so badly his heart nearly jumped.

He was exactly Lin Yan's type.

High nose bridge, sharp brows and eyes, extremely feral features, paired with solid, fluid muscle—the kind of looks that could randomly turn anyone into a drooling idiot.

In his past life, Lin Yan had actually planned to grow up looking like that.

But his face was too youthful, and no matter what, he couldn't get a tan. He looked like a high schooler still in school—easy to push around.

But Kaspa's beauty didn't bewitch Lin Yan for long. He paled in alarm: "Why are you blocking the door?"

He suddenly realized.

He'd borrowed money from Kaspa last night—the other party's brain might not have been clear at the time.

See?

He'd said it—twenty million was too much.

And the original owner's image in Kaspa's mind wasn't good either. He must have woken up from a night's sleep, rationality restored, and come to the door to demand his money back.

Though the way he was blocking the door was a bit strange—kneeling. But kneeling in a doorway gave him a large surface area and high friction—easy to hold Lin Yan in place.

Lin Yan didn't dare make a sound. He even wanted to quietly retreat into his room and lock the door.

But he didn't succeed.

In the corridor, a servant stepped around where Kaspa was kneeling and brought Lin Yan his washing supplies, forcibly propping the door open. "Please wash up, Your Excellency."

Lin Yan: "..."

Done for.

According to Article 327 of the Consort's Code compiled by the Zerg, Kaspa, as Consort, was obligated to kneel while serving his Lord Husband's daily needs—otherwise he'd be branded a troublemaker insufficiently submissive to his Lord Husband.

Even after discovering his Lord Husband had ulterior motives regarding his money, Kaspa didn't dare act out.

Because Zerg law's favoritism toward Male Zerg was obvious to all. If he were caught at fault in anything, he could lose his assets outright—and then lose his backing.

And Male Zerg lords' waking hours were never fixed. Plenty of them didn't get up until the afternoon.

At this moment, Kaspa was blocked from view by the servant, his expression unreadable. Only his voice could be heard: "My apologies, Lord Husband. I came to attend to your washing. I didn't know kneeling here would inconvenience you. I will keep my distance next time."

Kaspa's voice was very soft, like ashes after a devastating fire—one breath and it would scatter.

To prevent his Lord Husband from flying into a rage upon waking and not finding him, he had knelt here at first light, and prepared many contingency plans.

He just hadn't expected.

That even this would be picked apart as a mistake by the Male Zerg.

Kaspa bit the tip of his tongue. Female Zerg teeth were very sharp. Only when he tasted the faintest hint of blood did he calm down and warn himself: "Calm down, Kaspa."

"The Male Zerg hasn't passed judgment on you yet. Don't lose your head."

At least it wasn't about the debt.

As for washing up—Lin Yan, a straight man, wasn't nearly that fastidious. He just reassured him: "You didn't inconvenience me. Don't worry."

But Kaspa stayed kneeling, unmoving.

"You really didn't inconvenience me." Lin Yan frowned, stepped around the servant holding the washing supplies, grabbed Kaspa's wrist, and tried to pull him up. "Get up."

But he didn't budge.

Lin Yan tried with all his might.

Still didn't budge.

Lin Yan: "..."

A flush crept across Lin Yan's pale face. If they weren't in front of everyone, he would've wanted to clutch his head and scream.

So humiliating.

Lin Yan gripped Kaspa's wrist, numb to it all, and said: "You didn't do anything wrong. Just get up—from now on, you never need to kneel to me."

Male Zerg body temperature ran higher than Female Zerg. The warmth from his wrist felt like being scorched by a lit cigarette butt, and Kaspa couldn't help but avert his eyes, slightly dazed.

Although he'd been filled with Male Zerg pheromones yesterday, he was ultimately out of favor and spent very little time with his Lord Husband.

Intimate moments of skin-to-skin warmth like this were even rarer.

Not to mention Lin Yan's demeanor was so bewitching—his amber cat-eyes were crystal clear, as if incapable of lying.

He looked at Kaspa.

Saying he didn't need to kneel to him—as if making a vow to his most beloved Female Zerg...

Kaspa was no longer blinded and led by the nose by the towering hatred he'd felt upon rebirth.

After all, as an Admiral of the Legion, he had commanded calmly through countless battles and expanded the Zerg's territory by ten thousand light-years. He was more accustomed to using rational thinking to secure his own interests—

"How long is 'from now on'?"

Since the Male Zerg wanted to play at marital devotion to swindle his assets, then he'd like to see where the Male Zerg's bottom line was.

How devoted could a Male Zerg who looked down on everyone possibly pretend to be, for money?

He was genuinely curious.

Lin Yan: "..."

Lin Yan was so exasperated by Kaspa's focus that he laughed.

Genuinely laughed.

His chest rumbled dully, and he let out a scoff.

He said very seriously, "Until I die."

"Anyway, I don't want anyone... any Zerg kneeling before me."

"Especially you."

Then, turning his face away a little awkwardly, ears burning red, Lin Yan said: "Besides, you still have my egg. You need to take care of yourself—you and the egg are both important to me."

Kaspa's curiosity got its answer.

But it wasn't the answer he wanted.

The Male Zerg should have sneered at his question arrogantly and informed him that a Male Zerg's favor was ever-changing—just accept it and don't get ideas.

That would have been right.

Not this—telling him solemnly that "from now on" meant "until he dies," and baring his heart, saying "you and the egg are both important."

He was not above suspecting the Male Zerg's actions with the most malicious assumptions—always expecting the worst, so that when the most desperate situation truly came, he'd be prepared.

He was long accustomed to accepting Male Zerg malice.

But kindness like this left him at a loss.

Kaspa was like a machine.

Only after inputting Lin Yan's command did he tentatively stand.

The process of straightening his knees was brief, but Kaspa thought about many things.

He thought.

Would the Male Zerg change expression the very next moment and throw him into the punishment room?

But while Kaspa hesitated, Lin Yan spent a great deal of effort—gripping so hard his knuckles went white—and gave him one final pull—

And just like that, Kaspa was properly.

Standing.

Before his Lord Husband.