“Wei’an, Wei’an, Wei’an!” As soon as they met, Shang You eagerly rushed forward and gave Wei’an a big bear hug. “I’ve missed you so much! Why haven’t you returned to Kato Star yet?”
Still dazed from the sudden hug, Wei’an looked at Shang You, Shang Yan, and Naiman after a while and slowly said, “Why are you all here?”
“My male father came to attend the funeral, and I asked him to bring us along,” Shang You said proudly, raising his head.
“What’s a funeral?” Wei’an asked, tilting his head.
“A funeral seems to be a party held when a Zerg dies,” Krillochuan said with a serious expression. “The kind where lots of Zerg attend.”
“What does it mean when a Zerg dies?” Wei’an asked curiously.
“It means the whole Zerg can’t talk or move anymore, and you’ll never see them again,” Krillochuan said, frowning as he tried hard to think.
“Oh. Is the funeral fun?” Wei’an asked.
“It should be fun, otherwise why would everyone go?” Cole, sitting beside Wei’an, responded. “Why are you holding an egg?”
“I’m waiting for my older brother to hatch.”
“Brother?” Naiman asked, confused. “Isn’t an unhatched one called a younger brother?”
Wei’an tilted his head. “But brother Cen Sui said it’s my older brother.”
“He must be lying to you.” Shang You said firmly.
“Not lying~” Wei’an suddenly remembered something and patted his head. “I asked my male father and uncle, they both said his my older brother~”
“Alright then,” Shang You said as he sat down on the ground. “So, how do we make it hatch?”
“My female father said only a male Zerg can make a Zerg egg hatch,” Cole chimed in.
“We are male Zergs!” Naiman said with a look that screamed ‘how could you be so dumb.’
“So how do we make it hatch?”
“You have to eat the black stuff,” Wei’an suddenly said.
“Black stuff? What black stuff?” The Zerg surrounding Wei’an looked at him curiously.
“It’s just the black stuff!”
“…”
For the first time, these young ones experienced the feeling of being speechless. “This egg is so white, where is there any black?”
“It’s there!” Wei’an closed his eyes hard to focus. “If you look like this, you’ll see lots of black!”
They followed suit, closing their eyes and seeing nothing. When they opened them again, they said, “You’re just saying it’s black because you can’t see anything when you close your eyes, aren’t you?”
“No, it’s black!” Wei’an waved his hands, trying to explain.
Krillochuan and the others exchanged glances, deciding that Wei’an was just too young and had confused closing his eyes and seeing nothing with thinking the egg was black.
Imitating their male fathers, they solemnly patted Wei’an’s head one by one. “Let’s play with the wooden swords. We haven’t had any fun playing since you were gone.”
“Alright.” Wei’an, who hadn’t played with his small wooden sword in a long time, rubbed his head and put down the egg before standing up.
Under the sunlight, the little cubs lined up in formation and swung their small wooden swords under the shade of the trees. Their expressions were serious, and they put all their strength into each swing, making their chubby baby faces jiggle with every movement. They even made little “hya!” sounds to accompany their actions, though not in unison.
Midway through the funeral, Cen Yan received instructions from his uncle to take the nine-year-old male Zerg from Papar Louke’s family out for some fresh air.
Not sure where to go, he remembered Wei’an was at home and brought Papar Xing along with him.
As they approached the main house, they saw this scene. It wasn’t particularly astonishing or unusual, but it did slightly improve their somber moods.
Walking closer to greet them, both Zergs were caught off guard. Papar Xing was more than just surprised, he was shocked.
Cen Yan’s surprise came from sensing that, as a female Zerg on the verge of entering Zerg-source agitation, the EY substance around them was rapidly decreasing.
Papar Xing’s shock, as a male Zerg, came from vaguely feeling that the diminishing EY substance was being absorbed into the smallest male cub at the front of the group.
He quickly stepped forward, squatting down in front of Wei’an with a serious expression and grabbed his hand, stopping him from continuing his movements. “You can’t do this.”
Wei’an, startled, stared at him with confusion in his eyes.
Shang You and the others quickly gathered around Wei’an and the stranger, glaring at the male Zerg who had suddenly appeared and grabbed Wei’an’s hand. “Who are you? Let go of Wei’an!”
Papar Xing ignored them. He stared intently at Wei’an, trying to discern something from his expression. “Do you feel unwell?”
Sensing his concern, Wei’an immediately stopped being scared and shook his head when asked, “No~”
Even though he knew it was impolite, Papar Xing couldn’t help but ask, “Could I see your wings?”
Hearing that the stranger wanted to see his beautiful wings, Wei’an didn’t mind. He turned around and spread his wings, waiting expectantly for praise. “Aren’t they pretty~?”
The moment he saw Wei’an’s wings, Papar Xing froze.
“Wings like the starry sky…” he murmured, reaching out as if to touch them but pulling back.
He had heard from his male father and male grandfather before that a special young male cub with wings resembling the starry sky had been born in the Zerg race.
They said this young cub was especially favored by the Zerg God. His wings would never dull because of the EY substance, and his spiritual power would never experience any abnormal surges from absorbing it.
So this is the little male cub, Wei’an, it’s him!
Papar Xing looked at Wei’an with a mix of envy, jealousy, and relief.
Male Zergs were educated separately from female Zergs. They received the highest level of education, and nothing was hidden from them about the Zerg race. They were well aware of the past, present, and impending future of the Zerg.
Because they understood so much, because they grasped everything so clearly, when they learned of Wei’an’s existence, though there was occasional jealousy, most of their thoughts were, “If only all future male cubs were like him.”
When they looked at Wei’an’s dazzling and captivating wings, it was as if they saw the ropes binding them, one by one, breaking apart.
The interstellar realm is vast and boundless, even the countless intelligent races within it still cannot detect its edges.
In their expansive interstellar domain, there are countless mysterious and breathtaking wonders, many different races with varied styles, and grand stories of those that have passed or are unfolding.
These interstellar citizens can always travel through jump points to see, participate in, and marvel at these stunning scenes and stories. For the male Zerg, these are the distant dreams they long for throughout their lives but can never reach until death due to responsibility.
Despite their importance, the Zerg never restrict their actions, but they themselves know they cannot step beyond Zerg territory. There are many dark eyes in the interstellar realm watching them, and stepping out of Zerg territory would lead to nightmares.
Unlike the female Zerg and sub-females who can roam the stars freely, the males, despite being equally intelligent, capable, and powerful, must spend their entire lives within the Zerg realm.
The battlefield is the farthest distance they can go from Zerg territory.
They have seen their whole lives clearly from the moment they learned about their responsibilities. The moment they saw Wei’an, it was like seeing themselves in their imagination, a self without any restraints.
A truly beloved by the Zerg God, a self who would be free for a lifetime.
Thus, in places unknown to Wei’an, many male Zerg have cast their gazes upon him. In tacit understanding and synchronization, they used their power and wealth to build the most unique city wall for this little one.
As he moved, the wall moved with him, extending infinitely in the direction he wished to go. This was a wall of protection, not obstruction.
Not receiving any praise, Wei’an turned around and noticed this Zerg was looking at his wings with a strange expression.
He hesitated for a moment, then turned back, took Papar Xing’s hand, and placed it on his wings, his voice sweet and childish, “If you want to touch it, you can touch it a little~”
Papar Xing was taken aback but then smiled, “Can I give you a hug?”
Wei’an shook his head, “No, you can’t~”
“Why not?”
“Wei’an doesn’t know you, so no hugs~”
“What if I insist on hugging you?”
Wei’an’s azure eyes widened, and he turned and ran behind Cen Yan, pretending to be fierce, “My brother will hit you~”
“And us.” Shang You and Shang Yan stepped forward with a determined stance, “Don’t bully Wei’an.”
Papar Xing, who looked very much like the late Papar Vash with silver hair and golden eyes, appeared very weak as he covered his chest, “I don’t mean to bully Wei’an. I just want to be friends with you. Don’t you want that?”
At only nine years old, Papar Xing had a remarkably charming appearance, which is why Wei’an easily showed his wings to a stranger.
Seeing the distressed look on this beautiful Zerg, Wei’an, influenced, walked out from behind Cen Yan, step by step, to Papar Xing, looked up and asked sweetly, “You really won’t bully Wei’an?”
Papar Xing looked down into his azure eyes and couldn’t help but feel that they were so pure!
“Mm, I won’t bully Wei’an.”
Hearing this, Wei’an raised his small chubby hand, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a soft hug, “You can’t hug Wei’an, but Wei’an can hug you~”
Soft and with a hint of milk scent.
Papar Xing thought of gently hugging this peculiar little male cub and responded softly, “Mm.”
In the sunlight, the little male cub with starry wings and the male Zerg with silver hair and golden eyes embraced. No Zerg knew how similar this scene was to the one from yesterday.
“Gurgle~”
A loud stomach growl sounded, and all the Zerg present looked towards Papar Xing’s stomach in unison.
Papar Xing, who hadn’t eaten since last night, gently patted Wei’an’s head, “Your stomach is making quite a noise. You must be very hungry!”
Wei’an looked confused. He wasn’t hungry, and his stomach hadn’t made a sound.
“I will make a very delicious cherry cake. Would you like to try it?” Papar Xing continued without giving him time to react.
Attracted by the promise of cake, Wei’an, without knowing what was going on, responded, “I want to eat~”
Shang You bared his teeth. The Zerg’s senses were keen, and at this distance, they were certain the stomach growling was from Papar Xing.
Papar Xing, leading Wei’an away, smiled gently. As long as he didn’t admit that the stomach growl came from him, it certainly wasn’t him.
Shang Yan quickly covered Shang You’s mouth, realizing that this Zerg was not to be trifled with. Moreover, since he was a male Zerg, Shang You would not gain any advantage by confronting him and might end up being bullied.
Wei’an, being led away, turned and waved at them, “Hurry up, there’s delicious cake~”
The other young companions looked at each other, beginning to worry from the bottom of their hearts, wondering if Wei’an might be lured away by a piece of cake!
Not only them, but even Cen Yan started to feel a bit concerned.
“What were you doing just now?” Papar Xing suddenly asked as he led Wei’an forward.
“Playing with wooden swords~” Wei’an answered sweetly.
“Can you take me to play next time?” Papar Xing was indeed curious about the earlier scene. In his vague feeling, those EY substances seemed a bit different from usual.
“Okay~”
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