1.2 Opening With Transmigration and Having The Old Home Raided

This was a Zerg Race member of inferior genetics, unable to mimic a complete human form!

He asked: “When will the Alliance express arrive?”

Shi Cunjin had come face to face with the dreadful appearance of the Zerg Race, human-like yet not human, but his reaction was extremely fast. It had to be fast, as his scalp felt about to be peeled off by this zerg.

Shi Cunjin displayed nervous, fearful emotion, very real, and even bit his tongue a little. He said, “…The 7, 7th? Maybe the 8th? Sorry, boss, I forgot what date it is today…”

“Today’s the 3rd, you idiot!” the tall brawny man beside them cursed aloud.

Shi Cunjin naturally turned his eyeballs a bit to look to the side.

Four brawny men stood around beside him, all with rust-red short hair, tall frames, arms bulging with big lumps of muscle, teeth sharp and protruding like canines’, ears long and pointed like vampires’.

Like white people, with zerg antennae on their heads, pointy-eared vampire white people. Judging by appearance, all were low-grade zergs.

Shi Cunjin took just one look, and, feigning a tremble, withdrew his gaze and said: “I… I went to the service center on the 1st back then, and they said they’d notify me to come collect in 7–8 days.”

Not a single zerg present suspected Shi Cunjin of lying; this good-for-nothing sub-female had for years relied on his military-female brother to support him and couldn’t do a single thing.

See, as soon as the brother who served as his protective umbrella died, the family door was kicked down.

Red-ant Andong loosened his hand, and Shi Cunjin fell prone back on the ground; he didn’t immediately scramble up, but instead made his fear even more apparent than before, shrinking and trembling on the ground.

Before transmigrating Shi Cunjin had been a writer, and he knew deeply how to figure out and sculpt a character.

For this type of scum-dregs character accustomed to extorting protection fees, what they liked best was to watch prey tremble in fear and beg for mercy, the more wretched the better. He couldn’t show composure or relief right away; that would arouse the extortionists’ sadistic mentality.

Red Ant Andong spat a mouthful of saliva to the side, kicked the sub-female once, satisfied to hear this maggot’s cry of pain, and said: “There are zergs watching you. At the latest by the 8th, if I don’t see the gold lu I’ll pull your spine out, and sell those two brats into the underground street.”

After saying this, the five female zergs left in a straight line, departing crisply and cleanly, not in the least afraid that the good-for-nothing sub-female would flee overnight.

Shi Cunjin was in too much pain to crawl up. The cluttered room was utterly quiet, and he simply lay sprawled on the ground and began to process the clues in his mind.

The system that had grabbed him to transmigrate into the book was extremely weak; stuffing Shi Cunjin’s consciousness into the dead male-zerg’s body had already reached its limit, and at this moment its energy was exhausted and it slept in his brain.

Because the system was dormant, only a small portion of the original book’s chapters stored in the system could be seen, and most displayed offline blank; wanting to set the rotten-tailed plot right was simply bullshit.

Heaven-collapsing beginning 2.0. Shi Cunjin felt that both his body and mind needed CPR.

At this moment, an extremely tiny rustling came from within the room. After a while, two little things leaned over softly, pressing against Shi Cunjin, who was lying on the ground panting, like kittens.

One of them reached out a hand, rolled up a sleeve, and carefully wiped off the blood and sweat on Shi Cunjin’s face. Shi Cunjin turned his eyeballs to look, and it shrank and trembled a bit fearfully, biting its lip as it withdrew its hand.

The other one was trembling too, tightly clutching a corner of Shi Cunjin’s clothes.

They were two humanoid… small children with antennae growing on their heads.

They were not as other-than-human as Red-ant Andong; they were more like the commercial child stars Shi Cunjin had seen, both thin and small, with silver hair and silver eyelashes, white skin and green eyes.

Distinguishing by Zerg Race common sense, these were a pair of hornet female zerglings, twins, 5 years old.

In the original owner’s memories, [he] had in fact never wanted these two zerglings at all.

That “good news” passage that had just let Shi Cunjin dare to gamble was precisely related to it… them.

That the original owner could grow up safely on the border star was, besides his own aptitude being so poor that he couldn’t secrete pheromones, entirely thanks to the protection of these twins’ biological father, the original owner’s sub-female blood-related elder brother.

The original owner’s body was frail. The tail-hook behind the lumbar vertebrae, which represented the male zerg’s mysterious power and secondary sexual characteristic, an exoskeleton tail growing out of the body along the tailbone, so thin it was like a decorative chain, wound around the waist and not the least conspicuous; unless the original owner had his trousers pulled off, no one would believe the original owner was a male zerg.

On the chaotic border star, male zergs were scarcer than purified water. If the gender were exposed, even as an F-grade, meant being seized to be fondled-and-toyed-with and squeezed dry. This place was certainly not like the main star with complete laws; government supervision was backward and local gangs ran rampant.

The original owner’s elder brother had guarded him tightly since childhood. His going to join the army was also out of worry that after the original owner reached adulthood he might develop one more time and might go into heat and secrete a noticeable male-zerg pheromone, to be discovered and seized by gang female zergs.

To avoid his younger brother being exposed and played to death after adulthood, the original owner’s elder brother, though clearly a sub-female, had gone out and fought desperately.

But the original body, on account of his male-zerg identity, raised from childhood to be high-eyed and low-handed, had long since given rise to impractical fantasies, long wanting to use his identity to latch onto a big-money female zerg and go live on the main star, leading the good life of being flocked-to and extolled by myriads of zergs, as in propaganda news and love movies.

On receiving the news of his elder brother’s death he was not at all sad, and even produced thoughts like: “How is he still only a third-class soldier, can only get 100 gold-lu, not even enough for me to process emigration!”

Had it not been for collecting the bereavement pension, the original owner would never have brought back these two zerglings.

Within this input of this person’s memories, which could be called scum-of-the-earth, Shi Cunjin grasped several life-saving key points.

One, this body was not yet an adult, its male-zerg pheromone was so low as to be nonexistent, and it had dressed as a sub-female all year round, so no zerg suspected.

Two, this world had an extremely developed Starnet social network; even the original owner, far away on the border star, could chase news and movies in real time.

Three, male zergs were extremely precious and rare, and even an F-grade male zerg unable to secrete large amounts of pheromone, once discovered, would be abducted and locked in a cage to be raised.

Shi Cunjin’s train of thought veered for a moment: with this heaven-collapsing beginning as it is now, free food and lodging aren’t completely out of the question?

Thinking again, free food and lodging equals free catnip, and he would be sucked until his skin slipped off by the starved and crazy female zergs of the border star; the veered-off thought snapped to attention again.

Points one and three were temporarily useless, so Shi Cunjin placed his gaze on the extremely developed Starnet social network.

In the original owner’s memories, the Starnet was extremely developed, and what he loved most to watch were the female zergs on entertainment portal sites livestreaming life in outer star systems, exploring undeveloped planets everywhere and explaining what pleasure venues the habitable planets had.

In his smart-brain account, he followed a great heap of fair-skinned-rich females and high-grade military females, every day hoping the elder brother could get promoted faster and process him to emigrate to a habitable city-planet to live, fantasizing he could chance-encounter a high-grade military female and marry, and directly ascend to heaven in a single step.

The original owner’s fragmentary memories flickered past in Shi Cunjin’s brain like glimmers skimmed by, fusing in completely, and being extorted by a gang and meeting a death threat became Shi Cunjin’s greatest crisis right now!

If he did not resolve this matter first, before helping the system complete its task, he would first die a violent death in the street because of the gang’s extortion!

As the common saying goes, misfortune and fortune lean on each other. Shi Cunjin, fusing the original owner’s memories, had inherited trouble and a chance of life together.

From the original owner’s hobbies he discovered a key point that might save his life.

Entertainment in the Zerg world was extremely scarce.

The major websites accessible on the Starnet were all primarily military news and news from places across the interstellar.

What could truly be counted as entertainment was only the various kinds of games produced with mecha actual combat as prototype; war-tactics, shooting, and siege-assault games were of every variety, but this could not change one essence: all games were another embodiment of military exercises.

The Zerg Race were all martial-loving; the enlistment rate was as high as 80%!

A slightly more relaxed kind of video was the exploration-sharing livestreams the original owner loved to watch, which belonged to [Knowledge Sharing] and were merely one branch channel within platforms of the major war-type game entertainments.

In terms of cultural industry, besides textbooks and military books of the major sections, there were only male-zerg romance movies with crude, monotonous scripts!

No novels, no CV audio dramas, no animation.

In this world, cultural-entertainment knowledge was a blue ocean no one had visited, entirely awaiting development!

Shi Cunjin drew a deep breath, propping himself up by the shoulders of the two zerglings to sit up, and had them support him back to the bedroom.

In the bedroom bedside cabinet, there was a box of treatment needles, which he now needed very much.

Only with enough physical strength could he complete the first self-rescue task.

The garbage system didn’t do human things; Shi Cunjin, having thoroughly digested all the memories, was not fazed either.

The novelist Shi Cunjin, who had transmigrated from the 21st century which is dazzling in its culture and entertainment, was himself the golden finger.