Claude slept for at least four hours before waking again. No matter how tired he was, it was truly difficult for a weak male like him to endure the hardship of sleeping on a cold, hard floor while maintaining the vigilance necessary for his survival.
When the "Ding~" sounded in his mind, his expression changed. He remembered the inexplicable system that had appeared yesterday.
[Please prepare for the daily tasks, Host]
The system spoke coldly, and the light screen appeared in front of him once again—this time displaying new text:
[Daily Task 1: Running (0/1) km
Daily Task 2: Push-ups (0/100)
Daily Task 3: Squats (0/100)
Daily Task 4: Pull-ups (0/100)
Task Reward: Food ×1
Novice Bonus: Repair Fluid ×1]
"What do you mean by this?" he asked coldly.
What nonsense was this? Who could expect a male like him to run a full kilometer? It would be a miracle if he could even walk three flights of stairs from the second floor to the first without panting.
[Please complete the task, Host.]
After a while, the system's voice came again—this time even colder.
[Or the punishment mechanism will be triggered for failing to complete daily tasks for seven consecutive days. Please work hard, Host.]
Claude had no choice but to comply. He realized he had unknowingly trapped himself instead of making his life easier.
Well… it didn't matter.
He picked up some food from the space button he had previously prepared. Just as he began to eat, a system notification rang suddenly.
[Toxic substance detected.
Toxin percentage: 61.3%]
Claude threw the food away in fright. Was it poisoned? His mood sank completely.
When he asked the system about it, the answer shocked him.
[The natural food the host consumed contains violent toxic elements that accumulate outside the host's mental sea, preventing the smooth usage of mental power.]
Claude was more shocked than ever. He tested more than five servings, finding the same substance naturally embedded in all of them during the growth of plants and animals.
"These damn females," he gritted his teeth in rage.
He planned to stay in the underground chamber for only one more week, then head to the outskirts of the city. There, Dean's subordinates would arrange a new identity for him and a starship to leave the planet until the turmoil subsided.
He had to save as many male Zergs as possible before the starship departed in five days. He was short on time and had no forces at his disposal. He didn't even know if the other races under the Star Alliance could keep the female Zergs in check if he acted alone.
...
Meanwhile, on the Zerg Star, Wesner sat on the throne.
"No need. Just gift it to a female with high military merit this year," she said coldly to the subordinate kneeling before her.
Wesner, the Emperor of the Zerg Star, was also the leading female who had spearheaded the rebellion against male oppression. Not only was she an SS+ rank powerhouse, but she was admired by almost the entire female population of the Zerg Star—a worm who had led them to true freedom.
Irritated, Wesner tossed the documents aside and headed toward the Consort Palace.
It didn't matter how much the weak males protested. They weren't worthy of standing on a high pedestal against females. Once the soothing agent was produced, they would completely become breeding tools.
Heh.
She remembered the atrocities she had witnessed as a child. Her female father had been humiliated by her male father in front of countless onlookers. Worse, other males had been allowed to torment her female father, taking turns and enjoying the suffering.
As a young cub, Wesner had been forced to watch. The worst part: her male father had promised one male to send her to him. She had wanted to resist, to strike back, but she was powerless. Her female father's genital cavity had been destroyed, and she had committed suicide in despair.
The memory fueled Wesner's cold fury. Her female father had sacrificed her life to give Wesner a chance to escape. She would never forgive those disgusting males. Every one of them would pay.
Her rage reached its peak.
Wesner entered a room where a weak-looking, scantily clad young male leaned against a bedpost. When he saw her enter, he shivered. Hastily, he dropped from the bed and knelt on both knees, avoiding her gaze.
"Welcome back… Master," the boy
whispered, trembling.
Wesner laughed coldly, grabbed him, and threw him onto the bed.
Jules was an S-class male. The higher a male's mental power, the weaker his physique. He had just completed his final transformation when he was forcibly detained by the newly proclaimed female emperor.
Jules looked up in horror as Wesner unbuttoned his clothes one by one.
"Soothe my mental power," she ordered coldly.
Once both were naked, she sank slowly onto him. He felt intense pain, wishing he could die, but he dared not resist.
As her mental power probed his mental sea, Wesner calmed herself and moved with mechanical precision, watching the weak male beneath her twist through pain, pleasure, and despair.
Tsk.
Lower body beasts, she thought coldly. She only needed to lay some eggs to ensure the insects believed everything was fine and that the Zerg race would not disappear. Even without freedom, males could still be used.
After some time, Jules flushed red, sweat pouring from him. When Wesner felt the limp organ slipping out, she tightened herself, containing the liquid inside. His mental power was soothed better. No matter their weaknesses, high-class males' mental power remained useful.
Without looking at the male lying like a fish out of water, Wesner picked up her clothes, buttoned them, and returned to her own palace.