I Accidentally Traveled to the Insectoid World and Now Support My Family by Weaving Grass Sandals

I transmigrated into the lowest rung of insect society as a male insect, with no noble title and no vast fortune.

By day, I work in a textile mill. At night, I massage the wings of my female spouse, warped from hard labor.

“Don’t push yourself too hard,” I say, wiping the dirt from his wings. “Once I’ve saved enough, I’ll open a little snack shop for you.”

He nods in silence, but a trace of doubt glimmers in his eyes.

Then one day, a female insect in military uniform shows up at our door and hands me a genetic test report.

“Sir, you are an S-rank male insect, the first to appear in three hundred years.”

I look at the report, then at my frightened spouse huddled in the corner.

It seems this humble life is about to come to an end.