Chapter 286: God and Believer (5): Five Eggs? If He Gets Pregnant Just Twice, He Can Earn the Federation’s Female Parent Medal

Ulysses wanted to get pregnant with eggs. Was that right?

An Ruo would never stop being shocked by this Ulysses over and over again.

Although he couldn’t understand the logic behind Ulysses’s words—something about needing to get pregnant with eggs before he could meet the protagonist... Ulysses’s request itself was clear: he wanted an egg.

He asked whether he could have one before that.

An Ruo couldn’t answer him.

It wasn’t as though he were a god in charge of reproduction.

He wasn’t in charge of anything.

An Ruo suddenly felt a little dejected, terribly sad.

He and Ulysses shared a special kind of intimacy. Perhaps Ulysses believed he was making an offering to his god, helping his god recover energy, but that wasn’t how An Ruo saw it.

It really did make him feel mentally invigorated, as though he were becoming stronger, but deep down, he wasn’t a genuine Evil God. He had enough reason to restrain himself. It wasn’t a necessity.

What truly made him continue with Ulysses was Ulysses himself—the attraction he felt toward him, the instinctive affection he found impossible to suppress.

But now Ulysses wanted an egg.

An Ruo couldn’t calmly watch him go get one from a Male Zerg. That would make him...

An Ruo’s tentacle was grasped again and guided by Ulysses. Ulysses asked him, “God, could you bestow an egg upon me?”

Him? Bestow one?

An Ruo stared at his transparent tentacle, his entire body turning bright red.

Where was he supposed to get an egg?

But Ulysses seemed utterly convinced that he had one, and equally convinced that he was going to conceive a child bestowed upon him by his god.

An Ruo watched as Ulysses took him in. In the end, helpless to resist, he wrapped himself around him, his mood brightening again.

Fine. Since Ulysses believed he could give him an egg, then An Ruo felt like maybe it wasn’t impossible.

He actually seemed capable of doing it?

An Ruo concentrated. Faint undulations gradually appeared inside his transparent tentacle, forming an oval shape. It was equally transparent, but with a Female Zerg’s eyesight, there was no possibility Ulysses could miss it. Ulysses suddenly clenched around him tightly, his body trembling with uncontrollable excitement.

An Ruo hadn’t expected such an intense reaction. It came so abruptly that, caught in the crushing contraction and drenched in pheromones, his mind went completely blank.

“I apologize, God.” Ulysses hurriedly apologized, showing an excellent attitude toward admitting his mistake, but he had absolutely no intention of letting him go. Even with his breathing unsteady, he gave An Ruo no opportunity whatsoever to retreat.

So An Ruo reassured him that this was normal. More pheromones would make things go more smoothly and would also ensure that the gestational sac had made sufficient preparations.

It was just that under this sudden muscular onslaught, the transparent egg had retreated a little. The path ahead was blocked and progress was difficult. They both still needed to work harder.

What Ulysses desired was right before him—a precious opportunity personally bestowed by his god. There was no way he could remain indifferent, nor could he keep himself from becoming nervous.

An Ruo could see this wouldn’t work if Ulysses continued like this. He could certainly force his way through without caring about anything else, but he didn’t want Ulysses to be uncomfortable, so he asked:

“Would you mind if I took the form of a Male Zerg? I’ll keep some of the parts you like.”

An Ruo looked downward. By “the parts you like,” he meant his transparent tentacles.

He had always thought Ulysses preferred this strange form. Ulysses was so indifferent toward his own species that perhaps he was into non-Zergs—ah, no, into non-humanoid beings.

Ulysses’s damp hair clung to his forehead. Zergs rarely sweated, especially a high-ranking Female Zerg like him. For him to be in this state meant his body had spontaneously pushed its functions to the limit while he was simultaneously exercising extreme restraint. This consumed far more energy than an actual battle.

Hearing his god’s words, Ulysses looked hazily in his direction. He squeezed some reason out of the emptiness in his mind, taking a while before he finally understood what An Ruo meant.

A Male Zerg form. He meant the appearance Ulysses was more familiar with—the male he deeply loved, the appearance that had attracted him the first time he saw him in the prison garden, the appearance he had immediately found beautiful.

Although he didn’t understand why his god would ask such a question, Ulysses’s Adam’s apple bobbed before he answered, “Of course.”

And so An Ruo condensed himself into human form.

Because he was currently engaged in extremely distracting work, he couldn’t shape himself too precisely. He didn’t create colors or flesh and blood and remained translucent, like a spirit radiating holy light.

Of course, he still made himself exceptionally handsome. He had always been very good-looking, and now that he was in front of the Zerg he liked, he paid even more attention to his appearance, making himself look as though he had activated some kind of atmospheric beauty filter.

He leaned down over Ulysses. Under the devastating impact of his holy-light beauty filter, Ulysses stared dazedly for a second.

Why was his hair short?

Then he remembered the juvenile version of his god he had seen in the firefly dream. That version had short hair too, and his facial features were more similar to these, as though this were simply the grown-up version.

Ulysses understood.

This was what his god had looked like in the “original world” he had mentioned.

In fact, it looked remarkably similar to his appearance in another dream that his god had never confirmed.

He embraced the god above him, gazing at him with novelty and complete concentration as he accepted him.

“God.”

He let out a satisfied sigh and held An Ruo even tighter, as though he wanted to merge him into his very soul.

An Ruo realized Ulysses wasn’t repulsed at all. In fact, he seemed to like it quite a lot, which surprised him.

But that was good news. So An Ruo hugged him back with his human arms, while the other two tentacles he hadn’t withdrawn wrapped around Ulysses’s waist. Simply holding him made An Ruo feel happy.

Of course, he hadn’t forgotten his original objective: distract Ulysses and then deliver the egg into his gestational sac. Now was a good opportunity. He used his remaining tentacles to lift Ulysses’s legs and continued.

The activity, which seemed half ritual and half lovemaking, lasted throughout the night. Even after everything was over, An Ruo couldn’t decide whether it had been a believer making an offering, an evil ritual in which a god impregnated his believer, or something else entirely.

But then a problem emerged.

He seemed to have accidentally... given him a little too much.

“How many?” An Ruo swallowed nonexistent saliva and asked nervously.

There was already a faint swelling visible on Ulysses’s abdomen, and his body seemed somewhat heavier than usual. This was absolutely not how someone who had only just conceived should look.

Or rather, the quantity was wrong.

An Ruo felt like he had caused a catastrophe.

Ulysses had kept clinging to him and refusing to let him leave, telling him to continue, saying he wanted more, and An Ruo had just... he had just...

He was doomed!

An Ruo buried his head beneath the blankets and clutched it.

Ulysses looked at the scan displayed on his terminal’s holographic screen. The corners of his lips curved upward, his expression proud and imperious as he declared:

“Five.”

An Ruo felt like he could simply die under the blankets.

Unfortunately, a soft blanket couldn’t suffocate a simulated psychic entity.

For Zergs, conceiving even one egg was difficult. Twins were an exceptionally rare occurrence, while five eggs were nothing short of an impossible myth.

An Ruo had never imagined that a setting involving five eggs could even appear among the Zergs.

That many eggs would make you feel stuffed even in a game. Could Ulysses really carry them all? Would it hurt his body?

And... were those eggs of his really actual eggs capable of hatching into living beings?

For a moment, An Ruo didn’t even know whether he should hope they were real eggs or fake ones.

But Ulysses soon pulled him out from under the blankets and into his arms.

Ulysses took his hand and placed it on his stomach. Seeing how happy he looked, An Ruo sincerely began hoping that Ulysses really could have eggs of his own.

Real eggs.

Ulysses noticed the worry on his god’s face and softly asked, “Are you unhappy?”

An Ruo said, “Five eggs will be very difficult.”

He was worried Ulysses would have a difficult pregnancy.

He was also afraid that the five eggs didn’t contain actual life, leaving Ulysses delighted for nothing in the end.

And he was worried that they might be alive, only for no one to know what would eventually hatch from them.

A Zerg-tentacle-monster hybrid?

There had been no precedent for five eggs throughout the Zergs’ entire interstellar era. The only comparable cases dated back to the far more ancient era of the Zerg Queen.

Ulysses also knew perfectly well that this wouldn’t be easy, but he had confidence in himself and was unwilling to give up this opportunity.

He clasped his god’s hand in return and said, “Please believe in me.”

“I’m SSS-rank. Zerg technology is highly advanced, and Zerg eggs themselves have extremely tenacious vitality. Even if I truly can’t carry them to term and they have to be removed a month or two early, it won’t affect anything.”

Axel had been a premature egg too, and hadn’t Enzo still managed to incubate him and raise him perfectly well?

Besides, Ulysses didn’t necessarily believe he would be unable to carry them.

He could still transform into his original form.

He didn’t mention that to the male, afraid it might frighten him.

Perhaps the reason ancient Zergs had been capable of producing multiple offspring at once was precisely because they had given birth in their original forms.

An Ruo was persuaded and gradually calmed down. Together with Ulysses, he looked at the scan on the holographic screen.

Inside the gestational sac were five transparent eggs, each roughly the size of a ping-pong ball, crowded together. They truly did resemble living embryos.

Five ping-pong balls...

An Ruo’s gaze moved downward toward Ulysses’s abdomen. He felt that Ulysses really had it hard, having to accommodate so many eggs.

Ulysses, at any rate, was extremely happy. He held An Ruo in his arms, took his hand, and counted on his fingers as he told him:

“At this rate, if I get pregnant just twice, I’ll truly be able to earn the Federation’s Female Parent Medal.”

An Ruo frantically shook his head inside his mind, rejecting the idea ten thousand times over.

Something this out of control absolutely could not happen again.

If Ulysses really wanted more eggs, An Ruo could slowly give them to him one at a time. In any case, something like five eggs at once must never, ever happen again in this lifetime!

Ulysses was very satisfied with the current situation.

Taking full advantage of the privileges of being pregnant, he spent an entire day glued to his male. The next day, he finally kept his promise and went to meet Helios.

Helios was being held in a confinement room in the First Military Region.

Confinement rooms were normally used to punish military Female Zergs who had committed infractions. Their nature was completely different from prison cells.

The Marshal had suddenly hauled Helios back and thrown him into confinement without saying what mistake he had made or what crime he had committed. He had merely ordered that Helios be kept locked up, watched closely so he couldn’t escape, and forbidden any Zerg from visiting him.

General Morris of the First Military Region was equally baffled and could only assign Zergs to guard him strictly.

This was Helios’s third day in confinement.

Ulysses personally came to see him.

Accompanying him was An Ruo, who had once again transformed into his psychic-entity form and was following beside Ulysses.

As a pregnant Female Zerg currently carrying eggs, Ulysses had barely taken two steps in front of Helios’s confinement room before he had a robotic Zerg bring over a chair so he could sit down.

As Marshal, there was naturally nothing unusual about sitting while speaking to a former subordinate.

But after Ulysses’s earlier remark about how “if I’m not carrying eggs, I’ll be one step beneath Helios in front of him,” An Ruo couldn’t shake the feeling that Ulysses was deliberately showing off his pregnant belly in front of the protagonist.

Unfortunately, Helios was a young Zerg who had never been pregnant with eggs before and had absolutely no experience in such matters.

He didn’t notice Ulysses was pregnant at all.

Ulysses was showing off to a blind man.

An Ruo silently turned his head away and pretended he didn’t exist.