In the Zerg empire with strict hierarchies and male-female differentiation, the down-and-out noblewoman Loren Sewell was thrown into the dark female slave auction like a defective product due to her adoptive father's huge debt. The once proud golden insect wings were broken and their dignity was crushed into dust. He would rather fall into the abyss than appear in this embarrassed posture in front of the S-class male insect, Cyril Asta, who has a ridiculous 92% matching degree with him but treats him like dust.
However, fate's malice goes further than that. With a million star coins, Cyril photographed him, and with an attitude of absolute dominance, imprinted the cold thorn silver wolf mark on his mental image, and imprisoned him in an aerial cage called "White Crow's Nest". The rough "injury examination" and the cold declaration - "Your value is defined by me" - completely crushed Loren's last hope. He became the hero's expensive and incomplete property, waiting for the unknown judgment in humiliation and pain.
No one knows that Cyril Asta, who is sitting on the icy throne at this moment, already has a soul from another world in his body - Earth surgeon Lin Mo. He was horrified to find that he was trapped in the body of this powerful and cold male insect. Driven by the instinct left by the original owner, he completed an almost cruel possession and "treatment" of Lorraine. He "watched" his hands roughly handling Lorraine's severed wing, listened to the suppressed cry of pain, and felt the fierce torn between the doctor's instinct to save lives and the male's cold possessiveness deep in his soul. When that hurtful declaration blurted out, Lin Mo's soul screamed desperately in his body.
One is a thorn bird whose wings were completely broken off and locked in a golden cage. Its pride was shattered and its body and mind were damaged. One is a foreign soul trapped in the body of a predator, disgusted by the coldness of the original owner, but forced to become a perpetrator. When the body of the cold hero begins to struggle with human conscience and warmth; when the bruised prison bird glimpses the fleeting confusion in the eyes of its master in despair... Two broken souls are forced to be entangled in this gorgeous cage built of power, money and cold technology. Can the mark of original sin be melted by the temperature of another world? Can the cry of the thorn bird awaken the light of redemption trapped deep in the body? Where will this forced possession of millions of star coins end?
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The light of the artificial galaxy shines through the towering glass dome and shines coldly on the preparation compartment at the bottom of the "Golden Corridor" auction house.
Lorraine Sewell was huddled on the cold metal floor. Her thin white linen robe could not cover the bruises on her wrists and ankles caused by the energy shackles. The air was filled with a sickly sweet smell of inferior disinfectant mixed with female fear pheromones. Muffled sobs and rude scoldings from the guard came from the next cubicle.
He closed his eyes tightly, and his long eyelashes cast fragile shadows on his pale cheeks. The pale golden insect wings that he was once proud of and symbolized the last glory of his Sewell family were now like two crumpled and discarded broken gold foils, hanging feebly behind him. One of the wing bones even showed an unnatural twist - it was broken by the auction house guard with a special electric baton when he tried to escape three days ago.
The pain is constant, but it is not as numb as death.
The adopted son of the Sewell family, the once most favored daughter of the painting department at the Imperial Art Academy, a naive fool who even fantasized about using a paintbrush to exchange for freedom... All identities were wiped out on the day when his adoptive father owed a huge debt of three million star coins through gambling and was hacked to death by the creditor. And he, as "the only Sevier bloodline that can pay debts", was thrown into this underground auction house that specialized in dealing with "defective female slaves" like a defective product waiting for a price.
"No. A-739, Lorraine Sewell, sub-female, 18 years old. Adopted son of the Sewell family, no direct bloodline. Psychiatric assessment: Level C (weak soothing potential). Physical assessment: moderate malnutrition, old right fracture (functional loss), no birth defects. Starting price: 50,000 star coins."
The cold and ruthless introduction from the loudspeaker sounded like the final death knell.
Luo Lan buried her face deeper into her arms, dug her nails into her palms, and used all her strength to resist the overwhelming humiliation and despair.
Cyril Asta... The name slipped through my mind without warning, carrying a sharp, masochistic pain. That S-class male lord who had a ridiculous 92% matching ratio with him, but who didn't even give him a look when his family was in decline. The cold phantom that he had secretly looked up at and painted countless times on the drawing paper with his tender brushstrokes.
He would rather be taken away by the filthiest buyer here and fall into a deeper quagmire, but never... Never appear in front of that man in this embarrassed posture!
"The bidding begins."
Purpose: Mutual redemption