I Write Novels in a Zerg Prison

What Exactly Had Uriel Raised for Him in the Prison?

Uriel stood outside the Marshal’s office, straightened his military cap, and adjusted his collar. Only after permission came from inside did he step in.

The cold, hard black-white-gray metallic decor was the Military Department’s usual style, carrying the chill severity and solemnity of military female Zergs.

But when Uriel entered the office, he still felt that this place was especially dark.

Perhaps too many deep colors had been used, and it also lacked necessary greenery and flowers.

Uriel, who was currently considering building a garden outside the male Zerg’s room, thought this.

But he quickly reined in his wandering thoughts.

A male Zerg would emo if he could not see green plants, but the Marshal would not.

Marshal Ulysses sat behind the desk. The crimson military flag hung down from the wall behind him, as though it had already become one with him.

Uriel stood still and gave a standard military salute.

Ulysses put away the arrays of floating light screens in front of him and raised his eyes to look at the visitor.

“It has been a long time, Uriel.”

“Yes. It has been seven years. I returned to serve in the First Military Region last month and had not yet had time to pay my respects to the Marshal.”

A trace of nostalgia flashed through Uriel’s eyes.

He had once been the Marshal’s adjutant and had followed the Marshal for a very long time. He could be considered someone personally trained by the Marshal. The Marshal had admired his abilities and sent him out, giving him more opportunities to display what he could do.

“Why return to the First Military Region?”

Ulysses was puzzled.

The First Military Region was too close to Capital Star. It had already become stagnant water. There were far greater opportunities outside.

With Uriel’s ability, in a few more years, he would be fully qualified to be promoted to lieutenant general.

Such a young and capable S-class, even the position of general of a military region was only a matter of time for him.

That had far more prospects than returning to the First Military Region to serve as an ordinary major general.

For Uriel to abandon such a bright future and run back was truly incomprehensible to Zergs.

“I thought perhaps you might have some use for me...”

Uriel said in a low voice.

He had heard the news of the Marshal’s divorce case.

At the time, it had also happened to be the critical moment before the old Marshal stepped down, with undercurrents surging among all factions.

He had rushed back to the capital only because he thought perhaps there might be something he could do to help his former superior.

But in reality, his superior did not need this unnecessary move of his.

Ulysses looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, “Thank you.”

Uriel immediately became uncomfortable.

“You do not need to say that to me. I did not help with anything... I have also heard enough thanks during this period.”

“Oh? From who else?”

Ulysses asked casually.

The office instantly fell silent.

Uriel stiffly looked at the Marshal before him. He opened his mouth, but seemed to have gone mute and could not speak.

Ulysses looked over in confusion.

He had merely asked casually, but Uriel’s reaction made it seem as though something extraordinary had happened.

He even spent one second considering the possibility that Uriel had gotten involved with his political enemies.

It was somewhat unexpected, but he also felt that it was not a serious matter.

“Speak. Do you think I would blame you?”

Ulysses was very magnanimous.

“It was... His Excellency Annor.”

Uriel spoke quietly, lowering his head and not daring to look at the Marshal’s expression.

“...”

Another strange silence fell inside the office.

Ulysses looked Uriel up and down. Seeing that his expression did not seem fake, he began considering the possibility that Uriel’s brain had broken.

It was also possible that the male Zerg’s brain had broken.

Or both of them had broken.

“It seems quite a lot has indeed happened recently that I know nothing about.”

Ulysses tapped the desk and said in a low voice:

“Tell me about that male Zerg.”

“Yes.”

Uriel breathed a sigh of relief and recounted everything that had happened during this period in exhaustive detail.

But due to some hidden consideration, he omitted the two unrecorded psychic rank tests, and felt deeply ashamed because of it.

...

After Uriel left, Ulysses browsed through the male Zerg’s files. They recorded in detail everything the male Zerg had done in prison.

Uriel’s guilt had been far too obvious. He could tell that the other party had concealed something.

When female Zergs faced male Zergs, they often lost their heads.

Although it was difficult to understand, he had to admit that this was a common trait among female Zergs.

The only unexpected thing was that Uriel would fall so quickly.

Uriel was S-class. Ordinary male Zerg pheromones had very limited attraction to him.

Was it because the male Zerg had advanced to A-class?

One light screen after another unfolded before him, displaying the male Zerg’s daily life, psychic soothing records, military female Zergs’ letters... as well as the novel he had written, and the profits the novel had earned...

They happened to match the unknown sum he had received today.

Ulysses raised his eyes in surprise.

For a Marshal who handled astronomical amounts of military funding every day, that was merely an amount so small it could not be any smaller. It was no different from a single digit.

But for an individual Zerg, it was an enormous sum, enough for a high-ranking male Zerg to live a wealthy life to the end of his days.

Compared with emotions like surprise, he felt more confusion.

It was like seeing a paramecium perform heavy metal music, a star turn cold in one second, or hallucinogenic mushrooms dancing in the sky.

If his physical constitution had not already become strong enough to be immune to all toxins, he would have suspected that he had inhaled a hallucinogen.

Did the male Zerg want to use this method to obtain his pardon?

The male Zerg should know that he was not short of star coins. No matter how large the number was, to him, it was only a number.

Ulysses turned instead to look at the novel written by the male Zerg.

A romance novel.

How ironic.

Ulysses flipped through a few pages, then moved his gaze to the real-time surveillance footage at the side.

In the image, the male Zerg sat before the desk, staring blankly at an empty document. After a while, he switched pages, logged onto StarNet, and began scrolling through low-quality picture-and-text videos. A while later, he stood up and walked around, changed the fresh flowers on the desk, and washed a plate of fruit.

Ulysses watched just like that as the unidentified creature with the appearance of a male Zerg moved around the prison cell, ate, browsed StarNet, grabbed his hair in front of an empty document, and slammed his head against the desk with a bang, bang, bang...

“...”

What exactly had Uriel raised for him in the prison?

On the light screen to the side, the male Zerg’s rank test report was still displayed.

Rank: A

Psychic Threshold: 41,592,653.58

...

Ulysses only swept one glance over it before moving his gaze away.

There was no need to look at this report at all.

Why did the other party not simply add “3.1” in front of it and make it pi?

He had truly been negligent, allowing such an unidentified creature to sneak into the First Military Region right under his nose.

...

An Ruo suddenly felt the back of his neck go cold, freezing him so badly that he shivered.

Huh? Was the prison’s constant-temperature system broken?

He hugged his arms and looked around, feeling creeped out inside.

He got up, climbed into bed, and burrowed under the quilt.

That strange sensation clung to him like rot in the bones and would not go away.

After a while, he lifted the quilt again, crawled out, and went into the bathroom.

Only then did he feel a little better.

Did he have to write in the bathroom?

An Ruo, who had absolutely no inspiration, stared blankly at the mirror.

—

Emerald Star.

Lakeside villa.

They had fooled around too late yesterday, so Xi’an slept until the sun was high before waking.

The space beside him was already empty, and the tip of his nose could smell a bitter burnt odor coming from downstairs.

Without thinking, he knew Claire was honing his cooking skills again.

Hopefully he would not burn the kitchen down.

Xi’an sat up and moved his neck and shoulders, just in time to see the light screen floating beside him.

Yesterday, he had said he would read the novel with Claire, but in the end, he had only cared about holding Claire, forgot to read, and also forgot to turn it off.

Xi’an dragged the light screen over and was about to close it when he caught sight of the words on it.

[After returning from the expedition with a damaged psychic domain, I accepted genetic matching and prepared to get married. The male Zerg who came to meet me was the male Zerg recruit I had once abused until he was covered in wounds.]

“Huh?”

Was this the novel the entire legion was chasing?

Military female Zerg, expeditionary force, male Zerg soldier. All the buffs were stacked to the max.

No wonder it was so popular among the military female Zergs of the Ninth Legion.

Even he, a male Zerg who never read novels, became somewhat interested.

After all, this experience was quite similar to him and Claire.

With a faint smile, Xi’an tapped open the novel.

[Claire woke once again from a chaotic and disorderly dream...]

“Cough, cough, cough—”

Xi’an experienced the same reaction every Zerg in the Ninth Legion had when seeing this book—

He nearly threw the terminal in his hand.

And accidentally choked on his own saliva.

Claire?

Was it that much of a coincidence?

The same name, or...

Xi’an read on seriously.

This book was not long, only a very short little story. When Claire came upstairs to call Xi’an down for food, Xi’an had just finished reading the final chapter.

Xi’an raised his eyes and met Claire’s gaze.

“What was the last thing I said to you yesterday?”

Claire’s face flushed slightly. He gave a dry cough, avoided his gaze, and said:

“Instructor is so amazing.”

Xi’an’s thoughts short-circuited for an instant as he recalled the scene of himself feeling so good he nearly exploded while holding Claire and blindly praising him.

He lowered his head and covered his face with one hand.

“Not that. Before that.”

Claire thought seriously for a while. Still a little embarrassed, he said softly:

“I will only marry you.”

Xi’an raised his head. The last page of text was displayed on the light screen, and that sentence was listed there with startling clarity.

“What’s wrong?” Claire asked in confusion.

“Come, look at this.”

Xi’an pulled Claire onto the bed and held him while they read together.

Claire had originally thought Xi’an wanted to play some game of reading smut before sleeping and was just about to persuade him to eat first. But when his gaze landed on the text on the light screen, he froze.

He looked at the words above, then turned his head to glance at Xi’an. He raised a hand and tapped the light screen, flipping backward, finally stopping at the first chapter.

Claire’s brows drew tightly together.

This book used many writing techniques, such as pearls and shells, and also omitted many trivial conversations and sentences, as well as some less important plot points...

But no matter what, what was written here was his and Xi’an’s story.

Their real story.

A book like this was something even he and Xi’an could not write.

He could not write Xi’an’s part, and Xi’an could not write his part.

But now, this story was completely presented before them.

“Were we monitored?”

Claire looked around but could not see anything wrong.

He and Xi’an were both military Zergs, and both were Super A-class. No Zerg could completely avoid their senses and install surveillance around them.

“No. Not that.”

Xi’an likewise rejected this conjecture.

“This should be the ‘talent’ of some high-ranking male Zerg.”

Only the talent ability of another high-ranking male Zerg could avoid his perception and achieve such a mysterious effect.

“Using a talent ability... to write novels?”

Claire looked at the novel page before him, which was filled with reader comments urging updates, his expression somewhat hard to describe.

There was also a hint of anger at being spied on.

The other party even knew how Xi’an had fucked him.

Had the other party also seen Xi’an’s body?

And his body.

He was a married female Zerg!

This was far too offensive.

Xi’an could sense Claire’s emotions. Seeing him stiff-faced and angry, he quickly leaned over and kissed him.

“Don’t be angry, Claire. A male Zerg’s ability is not that powerful. If the other party’s psychic power had approached to spy on us, I would have sensed it long ago.”

Xi’an glanced at the content on the light screen and said with a smile:

“If he truly knew everything, he absolutely would not dare post it on StarNet so openly and without concealment. This gentleman probably only captured something and treated it as inspiration to write down.”

“The active psychic power of a high-ranking male Zerg will occasionally capture some vague and ethereal fragments from this vast universe, or perhaps some special thought. That is not strange.”

Claire’s expression improved somewhat, though his brows were still furrowed.

“The popularity is too high.”

This book had too many readers. Claire even saw several familiar names among them, calling Xi’an “Male Lord.”

Claire’s face darkened again.

“It is a little... but they are saying that Claire and I are a match made in heaven.”

Xi’an pointed at one of the comments.

[Claire and His Excellency Xi’an are a match made in heaven!]

[Claire is the one most worthy of His Excellency Xi’an!]

[Claire can give birth to a whole basket of little strawberries!]

Claire’s gaze flickered, and he gave a light snort.

“Laugh if you want to laugh.”

Xi’an lightly bumped Claire with his shoulder.

Claire pressed down the corners of his mouth and refused to smile, saying solemnly:

“He knows too much. We cannot let him abuse his ability like this.”

Even if other male Zergs could capture some fragments, it would only be for an instant, and they would forget afterward.

This gentleman knew far too clearly and had even written it out.

It was fine if he only wrote about their romance, but if it involved some military secret...

If such a talent ability was not properly controlled, it would create a serious problem.

Xi’an nodded.

“That is true. Let us find this gentleman and have a proper talk.”

...

The search, as usual, broke off when it reached the First Military Region.

“Are there any male Zergs in the First Military Region?”

Xi’an asked.

Claire: “There really are... quite a lot.”

Compared with military female Zergs, the number of military male Zergs was so small it could be ignored.

But every year, some male Zergs joined the army.

Pre-service training would eliminate one batch of male Zergs, and the rest would be assigned to various military regions.

The First Military Region was closest to Capital Star. It was the most prosperous and also the safest. Most of the enlisted male Zergs stayed in the First Military Region.

Apart from that, there were also the male Zerg soothing specialists in the Military Region Prison.

Claire, after all, was a military female Zerg who had experienced extreme psychic danger. Of course he would not forget those special psychic soothing specialists.

Although these male Zergs had come to the Military Region Prison to serve sentences because they had committed crimes, the military female Zergs felt great respect in their hearts toward those male Zergs who were willing to grant them psychic soothing.

If Claire had not already had Xi’an in his heart and been unwilling to accept another male Zerg’s soothing, and if his psychic condition had not been too terrible to be solved by ordinary soothing, with no time left either...

He might also have become one of the Zergs waiting in line for soothing.

Listening to Claire, Xi’an listed out all the military male Zergs in the First Military Region, then added the male Zergs in the Military Region Prison as well.

There were too many targets. It was difficult to lock on.

After thinking for a while, he said to Claire:

“I need to go home for a bit. I can bring you to meet my family Zergs while I’m at it.”

So sudden?

Claire froze.

—

Afraid that Claire would not adapt, Xi’an first returned to Capital Star to greet his family Zergs.

After staying at the old residence for half a day, he piloted an aircraft and headed to the Speaker’s home.

“Brother, is Aira here? I want to ask him to help me find a Zerg.”

The moment he entered, Xi’an made his request without the slightest sense of being an outsider.

Cassian, who was delighted to see his younger brother after such a long time, immediately became alert when he heard this.

“What Zerg are you looking for? I can help you find them. Don’t disturb Aira. His body is weak, and he cannot use his ability recklessly.”

Xi’an thought about it and decided that was fine too.

“It is a Zerg from the First Military Region, most likely a male Zerg. Strong psychic power. He has written a novel, and his pen name is ‘An’... Can you find him?”

The moment Cassian heard that familiar pen name, he felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, the next instant, he heard the sound of his own Male Lord coming downstairs.

The albino male Zerg had just come out of the training room and had not even had time to change clothes before he ran lightly down the stairs.

“Are you talking about An God? Xi’an, are you also An God’s fan?”

Xi’an: “Uh... I suppose, probably, maybe I count?”

“Oh my god, could that novel have been custom-written by An God for you?”

The albino male Zerg covered his mouth, his eyes filled with amazement.

Afraid that he would fall, Cassian quickly walked over and received the male Zerg from the stairs.

For a moment, Xi’an did not know how to answer.

That book was indeed written completely according to his experience.

But he had not gone and ordered it custom-made!

Aira accepted the water handed to him by his Female Lord, sat down on the sofa, and asked Xi’an:

“Then, why are you looking for An God?”

Aira, the frail albino male Zerg, had poor eyesight and feared light, yet possessed a pair of eyes that could see the future.

The first time he saw Cassian, he saw his own death.

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