Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

The wingtips floated down lightly, barely touching the floor without making a sound, like a flowing silver mist clinging to the ground.

The wings gleamed with a cold, hard metallic sheen, and the dark veins rose up like gnarled vines.

When the wind sneaks in through the window cracks, the entire wing flaps slightly.

The falling scales, carrying a pale green glow, lingered in the air for a long time.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with the back of his fingers; his entire arm was covered in layers of silver armor.

Sharp silver spikes protrude from the joints, and the fingernails transform into gleaming silver claws, yet they still accentuate the long, slender lines of the arms, exuding a fierce, exotic beauty.

He had only stood still for a moment when he suddenly frowned, his chest heaved violently, and a suppressed groan escaped his throat.

The discomfort of overeating clearly came over me.

He didn't go any closer to the bedroom, but turned and staggered toward the bathroom.

The huge insect wings brushed against the edge of the furniture, only stirring up a cool breeze, without making a sound.

Once inside the bathroom, he closed the door behind him and bent down, leaning against the sink.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large clump of minced meat mixed with pale green bodily fluid.

Among them was a section of human bone, its white surface still showing, which fell into the ceramic washbasin with a "thud," splashing up tiny droplets of water.

After vomiting, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

When it straightened up, the silver wings on its back began to glow faintly.

The luster on the wing membrane gradually faded and became transparent, eventually turning into countless fine silver-green scales that fell to the ground and vanished in an instant.

The silver armor on his body faded at a visible speed, starting from the joints. The silvery armor plates slowly blended into his skin, leaving only faint silver patterns, which disappeared completely after a moment.

The silver spiky hair lost its sharpness and returned to soft silver hair.

The vertical pupils in her blue eyes slowly relaxed, returning to their original gentle round shape, and the silver lines at the corners of her eyes faded to almost invisible.

Ge Xi raised her hand and rubbed her temples. The pale green fluid on her fingertips had already dried up, and with a gentle rub, it turned into powder and fell off.

The man in the mirror regained his human form.

Her silver hair was tied up high, and she stood tall and straight, but her face was still a little pale, and a trace of lingering laziness remained on her lips.

He turned on the tap, washed his face with cold water, and waited until his breathing was completely steady before turning around and walking out of the bathroom, making his steps very light as he walked towards the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, warm light and the darkness of night intertwined through the gap in the doorway.

He stood quietly by the window, his gaze gently falling on Qi Ran's sleeping face.

Without the insect wings to shield him, the moonlight shone directly on his face, making his already stunning features appear even more radiant.

He calmed his breathing, slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, his fingertips gently brushing against Qi Ran's slightly curled hair, his eyes filled with tender affection.

After watching for a while, Ge Xi lay down and hugged Qi Ran.

The noise was very small, but it still woke Qi Ran up.

The person in his arms turned over, hugged Ge Xi, and rubbed against her sleepily.

"Brother Xi, what time is it?" Qi Ran asked vaguely, her tone filled with concern.

"It's still early, keep sleeping." Ge Xi coaxed him, gently patting the boy's back with her long, slender hand.

He coaxed Qi Ran to sleep like a child, then released the pheromones of the insect queen.

This gentle yet extremely oppressive pheromone permeated the room, invading every corner, and even Qi Ran felt hot and bothered by the invisible scent.

Upon seeing this, Ge Xi chuckled softly and hugged the little pet in her arms tighter.

He was increasingly losing control of himself.

The stronger the pheromones become as the queen insect enters its reproductive period.

He is now eager to build a nest, collect more superior genes, lay powerful insect eggs, and expand the power of the insect race.

As Ge Xi thought about it, drowsiness crept in, along with the fatigue from digestion. Her pheromones were constantly spreading, which also soothed Qi Ran, who was having trouble sleeping.

Sentinel Management Department of the Nature Reserve.

Qin Boyan received a transfer order from his superiors early in the morning and reported to the management department.

"Report! SSS-rank Sentinel Qin Boyan reporting for duty!"

Qin Boyan bowed to the administrator in front of the desk. Standing at 1.9 meters tall, he was tall, muscular, and lean. His back was taut like a drawn bayonet, exuding an overwhelming sense of pressure.

The administrator had long heard of Qin Boyan's deeds, and now that he had met him, it was indeed as rumored.

He had broad, solid shoulders with smooth, clean lines, and slightly protruding shoulder blades, which made his neck, which was exposed outside his combat uniform, appear even more wiry and lean.

The muscles in his arms were bulging, and the veins were faintly visible under his skin. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and his wrist bones were prominent.

The fingers gripping the pistol had distinct knuckles and calluses on the fingertips, clearly indicating years of handling guns and knives.

His face was the kind of strikingly handsome.

High brow bone and sharp brow peak.

His eyes were a deep, dark black, with slightly upturned corners. When he looked at people, his gaze was like that of a hawk, sharp enough to pierce through flesh.

The bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the tip of the nose is somewhat pointed.

His thin lips were pressed into a cold line, and his jawline was so sharp it looked like it had been carved with a chisel, exuding an unyielding and unyielding air when taut.

The administrator asked him to sit down and showed him a list.

"Eleven SS-level sentries have recently gone missing in the reserve. Their locators are out of service and they cannot be located. You have been assigned by your superiors to investigate this matter."

Qin Boyan flipped through the pages, his brows remaining unchanged.

He doesn't smile much, and his face is expressionless. The wisps of hair falling on his full forehead add a touch of wildness.

Sunlight fell, casting distinct light and shadow on his profile.

That blend of power and cold handsomeness made people afraid to look at him for long, yet unable to look away.

About a minute later, Qin Boyan asked the manager, "Haven't you found the body?"

The manager shook his head: "This matter hasn't been publicized yet; it needs to be investigated secretly."

Qin Boyan asked, puzzled, "Why?"

The manager said in a serious tone, "The higher-ups suspect that Zerg have infiltrated the protected area, and we cannot cause panic among ordinary residents."

The protected area is the last line of defense on the southern border and the bottom line for protecting human safety.

Ever since a comet landed on "Blue Planet" a century ago, humanity has endured a devastating battle to defend itself.

But the Zerg are too monstrous; humans cannot eradicate them with weapons.

Just when humanity was on the verge of extinction, scientists used the genes of the insectoid race to develop a special vaccine.

The vaccine trials were not explained to anyone, and by the time the public realized what was happening, the original group of humans on Earth was gone.

At this point, some humans will awaken as Sentinels, and others as Guides.

Over the past century, sentinels and guides have come to occupy half of the workforce, and humanity has gained the opportunity to resist.

There are many protected areas on Earth. These protected areas serve as border defenses, preventing the invasion of the Zerg and safeguarding humanity's last remaining living space.

Every year, tens of thousands of sentries rush to the protected area, and countless people die.

The reproductive capacity of women alone cannot meet the demand for such a terrifying and destructive number.

Over the past century, human scientists have initiated the construction of the White Tower and the Black Tower.

Babies are no longer born to women, but are nurtured in an assembly-line-like incubation facility.