Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Fifteen years later.

Zerg Imperial House of Representatives.

The impeachment hearing regarding General Arthur Hartman's serious misconduct lasted three days and three nights.

The massive House of Representatives is arranged in a circle, with two white pillars in front of the main entrance symbolizing the stability of democracy and power. Inside the hall, each member's seat is arranged in several tiered rows, facing the Speaker's podium at the very front.

The design of the hall takes into account both functionality and aesthetics. The walls are inlaid with reliefs and decorations that symbolize the values ​​of the Zerg, exuding a sense of dignity and solemnity.

Everyone sitting here is a regular reader of newspaper articles.

At this moment, throughout the parliament, the members of parliament had different faces and were emotional, their arguments as turbulent as a surging ocean.

"Ha! They keep saying they're secretly protecting the Empress, but we haven't heard from her since the undercover operation fifteen years ago! Where is she?"

"Fifteen years have passed. Regardless of whether the Empress is alive or dead, the people of Nidara have the right to know. What are you trying to do by keeping this a secret all this time?"

"Workers in twenty-four states went on strike and protested. You acted tyrannically and dictatorially, using force to suppress them, resulting in injuries to over 100 workers. Do you dare to listen to the grievances in the streets? How can you still be qualified to serve as Chairman of the Military Commission!"

"Are you trying to use the Queen's power to abolish the new policies implemented in my state? Do you intend to usurp the Queen's position?"

"The Zerg's birth rate has hit a new low again this year. If this continues, our race will surely perish!"

As the discussion deepened, the members of Congress became increasingly emotional.

"Knock knock knock—"

The speaker tapped his finger on the table, drawing everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a summary of the impeachment motion submitted by 288 representatives from 24 Zerg states..."

The speaker's voice was deep and firm amidst the commotion, and the noise in the conference room immediately subsided.

In the Speaker's hands, all the motions that had been signed and fingerprinted, after being summarized and edited, still amounted to a book-like weight.

The speaker moved his thumb across a few pages, looking at the cold and cruel regulations on them, his face showing a struggle.

After hesitating several times, he couldn't help but turn around and look behind him.

At the same time, hostility from all sides was directed at the front of the House of Representatives, at the silent figure with a straight back under the Zerg flag.

This general, who once stood atop the Zerg altar, still shines brightly today.

The God of War represents the Zerg's expansion and attainment of the highest honor.

The speaker covered the microphone with one hand, his voice trembling, and asked only him, "General... is there really no other way?"

He seemed oblivious to his dismissal, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the assembled councilors. The white light reflected off the metal walls made his skin appear cold, reminiscent of the snow-capped peaks of Siberia.

"What are you afraid of? I'm used to being impeached every five years, but who can take my place?"

"General, capturing the spy from fifteen years ago isn't enough... I believe you've always understood this better than I have... The Zerg cannot live without the Queen, just as a tree cannot exist without roots, and water cannot exist without a source... If you know where the Queen is, please don't hide it from me, okay?"

Arthur didn't understand.

As a highly organized society, the Zerg have a clear division of labor and a profound sense of collectivism. Each individual is highly aware of the need to sacrifice their life for the survival and reproduction of the group.

This consciousness makes the Zerg efficient and united, shining brightly among the stars.

The Queen is precisely the core of the Zerg collective consciousness.

This is not only because the pheromones released by the Queen can greatly increase the reproductive capacity of female insects in the swarm, but also because the Queen's dominant mental power determines the swarm's actions and strategies.

Once the Queen is lost.

In the short term, it can be temporarily replaced by a powerful army bug.

However, if this continues, individuals will lack a strong guiding spirit, and the coordination of the group will inevitably decline.

Coupled with internal power struggles and declining female fertility, some individuals are vying for position to gain more mating opportunities with females, and it's only a matter of time before the Zerg descend into chaos.

"Let's vote," Arthur said.

But the speaker remained unmoved.

He lowered his head, pursed his lips, and his shoulders trembled under the immense pressure: "If this is a tie, I may not be able to cast my vote to you to break the deadlock, just like last time."

"But Admiral Arthur Hartman, I will always hold you in the highest regard."

Ignoring all the gazes directed at him, Arthur simply said, "I will persist until no one on Nidara needs me."

Ultimately, the Speaker did not read the impeachment motion aloud.

As the voting began, the entire House of Representatives fell into a tense and silent atmosphere.

Judging from the general number of hands raised, the answer can be obtained without counting the votes.

Just as the verdict was about to be announced.

"Wait—!!" A deep, weathered voice rang out.

The heavy oak door was pushed open from the outside.

The Lord of Fate, who had feigned illness to skip the meeting, appeared at the door. His chest heaved, indicating that he had traveled a long way, but he ignored the gazes coming from both sides and looked directly at Arthur in front of him.

"The meeting is adjourned." A glint of light appeared in his wrinkled eyes. "Arthur, come with me and take a look at this..."

*

Arthur's pace quickened.

Although his face remained cold and expressionless, his uncontrollable heartbeat betrayed him.

I heard the thumping sound of a wooden cane on the ground behind me.

The Lord of Fate chased after them, his voice filled with exasperation: "You brat, running so fast! I dragged these old bones of mine to help you..."

After passing through a series of turnstiles, Arthur arrived at the warm insect hive incubation chamber.

He gripped the doorknob and turned it downwards.

As the door slowly opened, time seemed to slow down considerably.

From the moment I put on this commander's uniform.

His first lesson was to discard emotions and remain calm at all times.

Staying calm is a panacea; it allows him to thwart the enemy's bluff, stabilize morale in critical moments, and make him fearless in the face of life and death.

An invincible commander, chairman of the Zerg's supreme military council, and the person primarily responsible for protecting the Queen...

These titles all belong to him; he can be wherever the Zerg need him. He lives for the responsibilities on his shoulders and for the happiness of his nation.

Even if he were to be impeached today, this composure would allow him to face the situation rationally and handle all subsequent matters appropriately.

He is so powerful that he cannot be destroyed.

He thought nothing could move his heart anymore.

But at this moment.

The blood in his arteries was boiling, his palms were sweating, and the muscles deep in his throat were contracting frequently—all of these things controlled him.

He felt a strange and unfamiliar sense of life's vibrant energy, yet he was irresistibly drawn to it.

The warm yellow light used for incubation was still on in the room.

The only skylight, intended for ventilation, was opened.

The wind blew in from outside the window.

The incubation chamber belonged exclusively to the Zerg Queen. A rich, soothing pheromone wafted through the air, its aroma like the mellow scent of red wine, softening and relaxing every nerve of the newcomer...

On the sloping staircase leading to the skylight, a girl wrapped in a pure white wool blanket sat.

Two fair and shapely calves hung down, and half of her damp hair was draped over her chest and the other half over her back.

Her eyebrows were as dark as ink, and her lips were tinged with red.

Hearing the sound, she looked towards the door and saw who it was. She raised an eyebrow and smiled broadly: "Oh, we meet again?"

"..."

"Dry air is much better than the damp feeling inside this cracked eggshell, isn't it?"