I Write Novels in a Zerg Prison

The reaction to the new chapter was far greater than that of the first.

When Female Zergs had initially read the synopsis and opening chapter, their only thought was that the protagonist would inevitably be retaliated against by a Male Zerg.

As for status?

At best, he might become a secondary consort.

Or perhaps the Male Zerg wouldn't marry him at all.

Then the second chapter came out and completely shattered everyone's expectations.

Principal spouse.

He was actually becoming a principal spouse.

A noble high-ranking Male Zerg marrying a Colonel with no background whatsoever as his principal spouse?!

And that Female Zerg even had a damaged Psychic Domain.

In simpler terms, his brain was damaged.

Highly dangerous.

Even if one forced themselves to believe it was merely an investment toward future revenge, the investment was absurdly large.

So large that it was equivalent to a Female Zerg gambling his entire fortune on an uncertain marriage.

His Excellency Xi'an had said:

“I want to marry you—the living, breathing person standing before me—not those lifeless things.”

Overnight, that sentence spread across the entire internet.

It became universally recognized as the most beautiful love confession in Zerg history.

Even Zergs who normally paid no attention to novels came across the quote.

After asking about its source, they sought out the story specifically to read it.

The novel Instructor suddenly exploded in popularity.

An Ruo knew none of this.

He was busy performing Psychic Soothing and decorating his little nest.

The number of military Female Zergs he treated increased day by day.

The increase had been his own suggestion.

Uriel was now even more concerned about An Ruo's health than An Ruo himself.

Terrified something might happen to him.

Today, Uriel had even issued a mandatory rule:

No more than three star-hours of Psychic Soothing per day.

Absolutely no exceptions.

Enough time had to be reserved for rest and recovery.

Energy supplements were delivered to him as though they cost nothing.

His meals became increasingly lavish as well.

An Ruo had even tasted flavors suspiciously similar to medicinal herbs.

Apparently they were worried he might exhaust himself and had arranged dietary supplements.

“...”

The feeling was strange.

From StarNet, he had learned that Male Zergs in Military Region Prison consumed supplements every day.

Though those were usually supplements for that purpose.

Being placed on supplements as well left An Ruo feeling conflicted.

It was the sort of frustration where he wanted to say something but didn't even know where to begin.

I'm not weak at all!!!

The chibi version of An Ruo inside his head clutched its hair and screamed.

The military Female Zergs naturally didn't believe him.

Nor could An Ruo bring himself to face Uriel's worried eyes.

Forget it.

The food tasted pretty good anyway.

An Ruo chose surrender.

Over the past few days, Psychic Soothing had earned him more than two hundred Contribution Points.

He looked up how many Contribution Points were required for sentence reduction.

Then he plugged in his 999-year sentence and did the math.

After discovering the answer was an astronomical figure, he completely gave up.

Getting out was impossible.

The average Zerg lifespan was around five hundred years.

High-ranking Zergs lived longer.

An A-rank Zerg could generally reach seven to eight hundred years of age.

That was essentially the upper limit of an ordinary Zerg's lifespan.

As for those freakish S-rank and above individuals who surpassed all limits, they didn't count.

A sentence like his was clearly designed to keep him imprisoned for life.

More permanent than life imprisonment.

It was basically the equivalent of a ridiculously high placeholder price on a product listing.

Since he wasn't getting out anyway, he might as well spend his Contribution Points on something else.

Like improving his quality of life.

With a tap of his finger, An Ruo exchanged Contribution Points for a holographic pod he had been coveting for ages, a more comfortable desk and chair set, several small potted flowers to decorate his room, and a variety of Zerg fruits and snacks that had piqued his curiosity.

Among the fruits, he even spotted strawberries.

The Zerg really had strawberries.

When he had written them into the novel, he had done so casually.

Back then, inspiration had flowed effortlessly and every word had come naturally.

Afterward, seeing the overly familiar word "strawberry," he had briefly debated whether to remove it.

In the end, he had left it unchanged.

He never expected the Zerg actually to have them.

Holding onto a faint sliver of hope, An Ruo logged onto StarNet and searched for their origin.

The fruit had indeed been imported from another star system.

After passing through several species and nations, its original birthplace had long been lost to history.

There was no Earth.

No Milky Way.

Nothing he recognized.

Looking at the result, An Ruo wasn't sure whether to feel disappointed or relieved.

Disappointed that this was merely a “novel” world.

That he would never return home or see the world he knew again.

Relieved that this was merely a “novel” world.

That humanity on Earth did not actually share a universe with terrifying Zergs.

That would have been horrifying.

An Ruo shook his head and drove the frightening image from his mind.

Then silently prayed that the two worlds would remain forever separated.

Forever distinct.

Never crossing paths.

After reflecting for a while, he pushed the matter aside and continued decorating his room.

Then he received a notification.

His Contribution Points had been refunded.

An Ruo: “?”

Just as he was wondering what happened, Uriel arrived with several attendants carrying all the items he had selected.

“Lord Annor, if there's anything you need, simply tell us directly. There's no need to waste precious Contribution Points.”

Uriel explained.

An Ruo immediately understood.

Male Zerg privileges.

Ironically, that made him even more uncomfortable.

Using Contribution Points through a system interface felt easier than speaking face-to-face and directly asking others for things.

The former was much easier for him to accept.

Like online shopping.

Pay money.

Receive goods.

No emotional burden.

A transaction style that suited him perfectly.

Besides, Contribution Points weren't particularly useful to him anyway.

Uriel didn't know his thoughts.

The gesture came from genuine kindness.

Refusing too forcefully would be inappropriate.

An Ruo accepted the items and said:

“Thank you.”

As for how to handle things in the future...

He would worry about that later.

Hearing a Male Zerg say thank you, Uriel couldn't help glancing sideways at him.

His expression became complicated.

Male Zergs were pampered from childhood.

When others gave things to them or did things for them, they usually considered it only natural.

Some even viewed it as tribute.

Male Zergs who expressed gratitude were rare.

Male Zergs who expressed gratitude for something this small were even rarer.

Such a polite and considerate Male Zerg...

Why had he...

If Uriel didn't know his superior officer's character so well, he might have suspected some hidden scheme or framing.

Thinking that way was deeply disrespectful toward Marshal Ulysses, the true victim.

Feeling ashamed, Uriel withdrew his thoughts and continued:

“Today is the last day of the month. According to Military Region Prison regulations, the final day of every month permits visits and meetings with others.”

Unfortunately, no relatives or friends had come to visit “Annor.”

The moment judgment had been passed in his case involving Marshal Ulysses, every acquaintance from his past had hurriedly severed ties with him.

No one wanted to be implicated.

However, another group had been waiting eagerly for a chance to see him.

The military Female Zergs who had received his Psychic Soothing.

“The military Female Zergs are extremely grateful for your treatment. They've brought gifts and wish to thank you personally. Would you like to meet them?”

An Ruo immediately imagined the scene.

A doctor meeting former patients.

A giant banner hanging in the background.

Patients tearfully presenting gifts and commemorative banners.

Everyone shaking hands.

Then posing together beneath a banner reading:

"Thank You, Miracle Doctor, for Saving My Life!"

Camera flashes going off nonstop.

Just imagining it was enough to make him cringe so hard he could excavate a two-bedroom apartment with his toes.

Too strange.

Too performative.

“I'd rather not. I'm not fond of socializing. Please decline on my behalf. Treating them was already part of my responsibility. I've received their gratitude, and that's more than enough.”

As a fake doctor, he already considered himself fortunate that he hadn't caused any medical accidents.

He dared not ask for more.

Uriel nodded.

This was a Male Zerg who disliked crowds.

“I'll send them back. I'll accept the gifts and deliver them to you instead.”

Gifts?

An Ruo hesitated.

Could doctors accept gifts?

Seeing his uncertainty, Uriel quickly added:

“This is a token of the military Female Zergs' gratitude. Please accept it. Otherwise they'll lose sleep worrying over it.”

Within Military Region Prison, military Female Zergs giving gifts to Male Zergs was perfectly normal.

The vast majority of a Male Zerg's possessions were gifts from military Female Zergs.

Clothing.

Food.

Flowers.

Jewelry.

Accessories.

Luxury goods.

Toys.

Star coins.

Practically everything imaginable.

If Annor had been performing Psychic Soothing in his own room instead of the treatment room Uriel supervised, gifts from military Female Zergs would already be piled throughout the room.

After a moment's hesitation, An Ruo nodded.

Then added:

“Return anything valuable. Fruits and flowers are fine.”

Fruits and flowers.

Uriel committed the information to memory.

The items An Ruo had purchased with Contribution Points included those as well.

Apparently he liked such things.

What refreshingly simple tastes.

Or perhaps they were simply too inexpensive.

Unexpected.

After all, Female Zergs usually spent enormous amounts of money when trying to win a Male Zerg's favor.

...

The moment Uriel left, An Ruo lunged toward the holographic pod.

Curiously poking here and touching there.

This was ultra-super-advanced technology!

The military Female Zergs had already installed it for him.

They hadn't even left an instruction manual.

Apparently it never occurred to them that anyone in modern society wouldn't know how to operate a holographic pod.

An Ruo had no choice but to search StarNet for tutorials.

Following guides apparently intended for toddlers, he slowly learned how to use it.

He climbed inside.

Experimented with various functions.

And repeatedly gasped in amazement at the technology of the interstellar era.

“Wow!”

“Whoa!”

“Seriously?!”

Then...

He started writing novels with it.

The ultimate dream of every author—

Direct brainwave input!

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