Deadly Conquest Through Quick Transmigration

"I'll give you two choices. The first is to follow the customs of your Vigal Empire. All it takes is an Omega sex-change operation, and His Highness the Crown Prince will be completely transformed, spending the rest of his life bearing children for the lowly foreign species you speak of."

"The second is to follow the customs of our insect race." The voice, lofty as a demon passing judgment on fate, held a strange note of pity. "But... I don't think His Highness the Crown Prince wants to know what our customs are, because the price is more than your life can bear."

Amid the interplay of light and shadow, silver-gray hair fell across half the prisoner's face. Kneeling in chains, he silently endured the humiliation of being brought low. The mockery of having his fate dictated made him scoff. "Why pretend to care? You never gave me a choice in the first place!"

"Your Highness should choose quickly, or else..." Under the gaze of those terrifying gray eyes, the white-coated researchers grew even more cautious. No more needed to be said; the unspoken threat pressured the person below into making a choice.

"I choose..."

A follow-up story to "Two-Faced"

Theme: Make the scarlet moon raven atop the firmament your own