A Treatment Guide for a Mad, Beautiful Male Zerg: Marriage First, Love Later

‖Pursuer's POV‖ Beloved by all and healing-focused‖ The pursued has more love arrows pointing at the pursuer‖ The story is complete. Thank you for supporting the official version! [Sickly, elegant noble, self-destructive and affection-starved obsessive A-rank male insect pursuer x outwardly cold but inwardly gentle, homemaker-type female insect general pursued] The first time he became a cannon-fodder Host, Ismael was all defiance. The System pointed north, so he went south. The System spoke, so he muted it. Unfortunately, the System brutally crushed his defiance until not a speck remained. The torment of repeatedly dying and being trapped in the same day turned Ismael into a living mission machine. After completing 999 cannon-fodder missions, he was granted permission to return to reality. However, Ismael developed a severe psychological disorder and could no longer live a normal life. So he prepared to jump on the count of three. One second before his life was about to end, a familiar System voice rang in his mind: [Congratulations, Host! You have successfully been bound to the "Thought Therapy System"! Please cooperate with treatment so you can return to a normal life as soon as possible~] Ismael: ? The jump was put on hold. First, he'd deal with the System! The new System knew how to play its cards right. It made Ismael a sickly A-rank male insect of ancient tarantula bloodline, with an illustrious family and breathtaking beauty, the object of desire and fierce protectiveness for countless female insects in the empire. It even came with a complete face-slapping, scum-tormenting script, plus a married female insect consort, a general who was infatuated with him. Compared to before, this was outrageously, unbelievably satisfying! New System: For the sake of my performance metrics, please follow the plot~ But faced with the System's sweet talk, pleading, and adorable act, Ismael curled his lips into a haughty smile steeped in a chilling aura of death... "It's all just virtual data. I don't want this kind of power or love." "It'd be much more fun to let this world completely fall apart." "Don't you think, System?" System: QAQ, Host, please don't do anything rash! The new System was too timid to torment its mentally unstable Host. With nothing holding him back, Ismael let loose completely. Let's turn the script on its head. Who else is going to die if not me! Amid the System's frantic alarms, he overdosed and mutilated himself, showing no mercy to the body that had captivated countless hearts. He destroyed every established plotline and made his reputation for being volatile and mentally unstable known throughout the stars. But as a precious male insect of the tarantula bloodline, even with his mental health in poor condition, he still had countless admirers who loved his gloomy side. Ismael was protected at all times by his family's black-clad guards, and cared for around the clock by his homemaker-type female insect consort. His consort was a general of the stars, who had earned outstanding merit in the service of the empire. Upright and noble, he was admired by countless female insects. His noble birth and glory gave him every reason to be proud. Yet he doted on Ismael with almost no limits. When Ismael mutilated himself, his consort held out his own hand. Even when Ismael bit until flesh and bone showed, he still indulged him gently. When Ismael couldn't sleep well at night and wouldn't let him into bed, he stood watch beside it, sometimes smoothing the worry from Ismael's brow. When Ismael wanted food from another planet, even someone who never cooked could practice for ages and prepare a delicious meal himself. Later, Ismael finally smiled at him, but used his tail hook to restrain him, while sharp bone spurs circled before his eyes. Relying on his beautiful face, Ismael lowered his weary gaze to the female insect consort kneeling below him. "I hate your eyes. They hold too much love created by virtual data." His consort, Lannode, lowered his eyes to hide the affection at their corners. He suppressed the weakness in his legs as his male lord's scent and tail hook brushed against him. Though his face was flushed with desire, he maintained a composed smile. "If you don't like them, then I'll have them dug out." "I only wish for your happiness. I ask for nothing else." "Even if the entire world is an illusion, Lannode exists only for you." The next day, rumors spread online that the general, long thought to be sleeping alone, had appeared radiant in his latest mission, making no effort to hide the mark of Ismael on his body. Male and female insects waiting for the two to divorce: Heartbroken, all of them!! Female insect 1: Wasn't Lord Ismael too ill to recover and unable to mark anyone!! Female insect 2: So we were all part of their play... Reading guide: 1. The pursuer is mentally unstable but won't break down. He's a sickly, elegant, gloomy noble. 2. The pursued dotes on the pursuer and chases after him. 3. The pursuer has mental illnesses, including reference to impaired self-awareness and persecutory delusions. I'm not an expert, so please be understanding. 4. The setting requires that the protagonist not use a Chinese name. Thank you for understanding. 5. This is a fictional setting with no connection to reality. Please don't conflate it with the real world! [Warning: The pursuer has psychological disorders and is mentally unstable. His past was tragic, but the main story doesn't put him through angst. He's adored by everyone. The tone gets lighter as his mental health improves, so expect plenty of sweetness.] Thanks to @Lian Bu Hua for drawing the cover character design! Theme: The ultimate illusion may be another kind of reality.