Chapter 119: The Insectoid Race Riots

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: The Insectoid Race Riots

While netizens across the entire Lumina Galaxy were arguing until the heavens shook and the earth shattered over the tragic love story between Major General Marcus and Insectoid King Sylas, neither Benjamin nor Elijah could have imagined that their film had crossed right past the meteor belt, triggering a massive earthquake in a place nobody could have dreamed of.

That was the territory of the Insectoid race on the other side of the spatial abyss!

In the perception of all humanity across the Lumina Galaxy throughout the past several thousand years, the Insectoid race was a ferocious, bloodthirsty species consisting solely of giant hard-shelled insects that specialized in sweeping across planets to plunder resources.

However, what humanity had never known was this: on the other side of the spatial abyss, the high-ranking insectoid tribes had long since evolved human forms, possessing a distinct civilization of their own. As for those giant insects that the human military frequently encountered out on the battlefield, part of them were mindless low-grade insectoid beasts released as cannon fodder, while the rest were actually nothing more than outer shells piloted from the inside by warriors of the Insectoid race!

It was merely that due to the insular traditions and harsh rules of the tribes, the elders of the Insectoid race had always strictly forbidden the younger generation from coming into contact with human culture. In the eyes of the pedantic elders, humans were weak yet cunning creatures, while human entertainment culture was a poison that rotted away the fighting spirit of insectoid warriors. Therefore, young insectoids were forced to undergo physical training day and night from the moment they began to grow up; once they reached coming-of-age, the elders arranged matchmaking blind dates for them with neighboring tribes to perpetuate their kind.

Yet in this world, the more strictly adults forbid something, the more curious the youngsters become.

Over the past three years or so, a group of young insectoids well-versed in wavelength technology had secretly gathered components from the wreckage of human reconnaissance spaceships that had crashed in the border region, covertly installing an underground signal transceiver station right at the edge of Wormhole No. 07.

Through this illicit transceiver station, the young insectoids intercepted signals from the Interstellar Connection network to secretly watch entertainment programs, listen to music, follow gossip, and especially watch human culinary broadcasts along with films.

At first only a few dozen of them watched in secret; after that, one told ten, ten told a hundred, gradually forming an entire underground forum gathering hundreds of thousands of youths from across all twelve major and minor tribes on the Mother Planet.

Previously, when the film [The Love Song on the Rooftop] along with Director Benjamin Martinez’s wave of exposing school violence blew up, the young insectoids had stayed up all night to follow the drama. Therefore, the moment the second work titled [Kiss of the Black Widow] released its paid online screening version for distant star systems, the technicians of the underground web-browsing club immediately shelled out a pile of silver stars through an intermediary account to buy the copyright, downloading it before distributing it onto the internal forum of the Insectoid race.

That evening, at the central lair of the Black Widow Spider tribe on the Mother Planet.

A male insectoid youth with glossy black hair named Kael was hiding inside his private room, pulling the blanket completely over his head, his two eyes wide open staring fixedly at the virtual projection screen playing the final minutes of the film [Kiss of the Black Widow].

When he watched up to the scene where Insectoid King Sylas smiled amidst the rain of artillery fire, willingly drawing out the last golden-yellow thread of life-silk inside his body to weave an indestructible cocoon protecting Major General Marcus, while that human man bawled until his hair turned snow-white overnight, clutching the torn scrap of his lover’s robe to charge alone into the enemy headquarters for mutual destruction... Kael was moved to the point of sobbing out loud, smearing tears and snot all over the blanket.

"Boohoo... They make such a beautiful couple! My heart hurts to death!"

Kael wiped his tears while his trembling hand typed a message via mental waves to post onto the underground forum named [Club of Little Bugs Who Love Browsing the Human Web].

At this moment, on the underground forum, tens of thousands of comments from different tribes were jumping up at a frantic speed:

[I have cried until three cushion covers are soaked through, everyone! Why is human love both so warm and so romantic that it makes my heart ache like this?! Knowing full well the other party is a lethally venomous Black Widow Spider, Marcus still disregarded his own life to hug Sylas, even saying the line "If loving you means having to die, then let your toxin kill me right this moment"! Heavens, my legs went completely weak after hearing that line!]

[I am a male of the Black Widow Spider tribe right here! I swear on the eight legs of my armored shell that the screenwriter of this film understands our bitter plight better than the elders in our own tribe! The instinct of our Black Widow Spider species is that once mating is finished, those hungry female spider big sisters will turn around to chew off the male’s head to supplement nutrients for their eggs! We are so scared of dying we could faint; who on earth wants to turn into a wife’s late-night snack right after losing their virginity!]

[It turns out I am not the only one who thinks so! I belong to the Green Mantis tribe; yesterday my mother just scheduled me to go mate next month with a girl from the Eastern branch whose pair of forelegs are as big as two grass-cutting sickles! During the blind date she kept staring fixedly at my neck while swallowing her saliva, scaring me until my antennae nearly fell off!

I do not want to have my head twisted off; I want to flee to the human world to find a gentle lover who knows how to grill meat to feed into my mouth, who knows how to pick flowers to pin in my hair just like Marcus in the film!]

[Hold on a second, everyone! Did anyone look closely at the face and the forty-five-degree head-tilting movement of the actor playing Insectoid King Sylas in the film? His name is Elijah Hall, clearly someone from a great human clan, yet why is everything from the way he controls the eight spider legs down to his predatory gaze identical to our Royal family?!]

[I know this! A few months ago I followed the news about that Hall clan! I heard Elijah Hall was lost on a frontier planet for eighteen whole years before being found and brought back! Could it be that during his time on the frontier he met some senior of our race who had fled over there to settle down?!]

[That must be it! His making this film is secretly sending a signal to let the youth of our Insectoid race know: Humanity nowadays is much more open-minded than in the past; so long as we do not eat their flesh, strong, devoted Alphas like Major General Marcus are completely willing to embrace cross-species love with us! Besides, we high-grade Insectoids never eat human flesh anyway, so they will definitely like us!]

[That is right! Look back at the blind-date prospects in our tribes—the moment they open their mouths they ask what your combat power index is, how many inches thick your hard shell is, how many eggs you can lay in a single clutch, without a single romantic cell in their bodies! Since staying on the Mother Planet means either being forced into marriage or having our necks bitten through by a mate anyway, we might as well go find the happiness of our own lives ourselves!]

[Let’s go! Yet where do we go right now to find human Alphas who are both healthy and handsome like Major General Marcus?]

[How silly, out to the front line beyond the meteor belt, of course! In the film, is Marcus not a Legion Major General stationed at the frontier! Out beyond the meteor belt there are always tens of thousands of young, unmated Alpha soldiers garrisoned! Let’s form a team to sneak through Wormhole No. 07 to go find our soulmates!]

The call to action was no different from a torch thrown straight into a powder keg.

Within merely three short days since the film was downloaded, [Kiss of the Black Widow] had been passed from hand to hand at the speed of light, sweeping across all twelve high-ranking tribes on the Mother Planet.

The youths of the Insectoid race who were in their adolescence and coming-of-age years, having long been dissatisfied with the dry, violent reproductive marriage system of their tribes, were completely "brainwashed" by the image of the ideal lover named Major General Marcus after watching the film!

At first, it was only a group of a few dozen males from the Black Widow Spider tribe and the Green Mantis tribe secretly discussing a plan to cross the border to flee a fatal marriage. Yet who knew how word spread from ear to ear, until even the young maidens of the Queen Butterfly tribe, the Golden Bee tribe, along with the youths of the Golden Dragonfly tribe—who did not even have the instinct to devour their mates—were bewitched by the romance in the film, insistently demanding to join the group heading over to the human battlefield to "find husbands"!

By the morning of the fourth day, when the Elders of the Black Widow Spider tribe and the Queen Butterfly tribe discovered that the residential quarters of the younger generation in their tribes were unusually quiet, breaking down the doors to step inside for an inspection, they found only empty rooms.

Left behind on the tables were only virtual projectors still playing the upside-down kiss scene beneath the spiderweb between Sylas and Marcus on repeat, accompanied by a note containing a single line of text:

[The world is so vast; we want to go to human territory to find a love where we will not get eaten. Elders, please do not look for us!]

The Grand Elder of the Queen Butterfly tribe finished watching the film clip and reading the note, growing so furious that the two antennae atop his head stood straight up, his blood pressure skyrocketing until he nearly fainted on the spot:

"These rotten brats who do not know the immensity of heaven and earth! Have their brains all been eaten through by poisonous mushrooms?! That is just a film written and acted by humans for their own entertainment! The moment the human military out on the battlefield catches sight of our Insectoid race, they immediately fire thermal-resonance artillery to blast us to ash—what hugging and kissing could there possibly be!"

The elder of the Black Widow Spider tribe standing beside him turned pale as well, slamming the table as he bellowed:

"Quickly! Quickly pass the order to close the spatial gate at the border at once! Where is the law-enforcement squad, assemble your forces to check which direction those brats ran off in!"

However, when the border patrol squad sent an urgent report back to the main hall, the elders could only clutch their chests, gasping for breath.

The twelve guards at the border outpost had been knocked unconscious by the combined strength of the most outstanding juniors of the tribes, bound tightly together with spider silk into a bundle left dangling from a cliff face two hours ago.

Meanwhile, right at this moment, at the exit of Wormhole No. 07 leading straight to the human front line, after putting on splendid makeup and sweeping their homes clean of gemstones to serve as dowries, more than three thousand of the finest young men and women from the twelve tribes had banded together to pilot their giant insect shells, charging across the border toward the human battlefield in high spirits!