Chapter 51.1

Serialisation Start

Translated by boilpoil
Edited by boilpoil

The three teenage insectoids present don’t know how the rebellions were ‘quelled,’ nor do they feel like being conspiracy theorists.

There is nothing they can do when it comes to the deeply buried secrets of the insectoid state. All they can do, is take good care of themselves.

After the Zhou brothers have gone home, Cheng Zhaoci gets to work on the first story of his first long-term comic.

Having another chance at life is actually more complex than it sounds. What one would do with the opportunity can vary wildly, and not everyone would be interested in fighting back against all the bullies and achieve the success they never did.

Different insectoids have different desires and thoughts, and even possible motivations. That will help the stories feel fresh from the same premise.

Cheng Zhaoci has lots of ideas in mind. Filial, romantic, or even simple friendship. Perhaps jealousy or even hatred.

Though if Cheng Zhaoci was offered such a chance… Even if he was on a precipice, and died such an ignominious death, he’d still pass the chance on.

Why would he even want to relive his worst days ever? Whether he could even exact change is completely unknowable. He’d rather his death be final. Period.

That said, for his first story, he’ll give it the traditional, most immortalised story – an insectoid who believes he can change things if he could redo things. This will serve as a good introduction to the whole concept of turning back time.

The protagonist of the story will be a shemale on a landfill planet. In stark contrast to the mute shemale, he’s over 160. His life is coming to an end. He won’t find any mercy on the ruthless landfill planets.

He won’t be able to fight for resources, or find a job at all.

Stubbles will be all over his chin. He will be really dirty, living in a rundown shack.

The first panel will show an aerial view of the landfill planet being battered by the rain. Then the shemale, wearing thin, torn clothes, will be shaking in his shack.

He will be dying. Without even a shoe on his emaciated legs, he will be sleeping among puddles. By his leg will be a gecko that the shemale doesn’t even feel like chasing away anymore. Like all old and ailing shemales, he will be waiting for his life to pass away. When the rain clears up, it will take his life with it.

Perhaps he will be thrown into the trash by the time his body is stinking.

His wrinkled hands will be clutching the ground. He hates it. He doesn’t want to die – not like this. Yet, nature is a cruel and heartless mistress.

“Do you need a chance to start again?”

Someone will be speaking to this almost dead shemale. He can hear the voice so clearly, as if it is speaking directly to his mind.

“Who are you?”

All he can hear besides the voice is the rain. There will be no footsteps. He won’t find a sign of anyone walking.

Yet the voice will continue, “do you need a chance to start again?”

“What the holy smokes are you?!” The shemale will assume he’s hallucinating at the brink of death, and yell. The gecko by his leg will sneak away, spooked.

“If you were your young self again, would your life turn out better?”

The shemale will quite audibly inhale at the suggestion. Oddly, he will be able to move a bit more agilely, powerfully. It might be that mysterious voice; it might also be terminal lucidity.

“Do you wish…” the voice will pause, as there are finally the clops from footsteps. A tall figure will suddenly be right there in the shack, stopping before the shemale, facing him.

The shemale won’t be able to tell if he’s a male or demi, but he will be creeped out seeing the black, lightless eyes.

The strange insectoid will smile, and ask, as the shemale’s bloodshot eyes suddenly widen.

“Do you wish, to go back in time?”

The stubbled chin is shaking a little. His mouth will move, but shut, but open again, “if, if I can do it all over. If…”

The strange insectoid will kneel. He will ask, staring right into the shemale’s eyes, “do you want to try again?”

“Yes!” The shemale’s fist will tighten. Without hesitation, gritting his teeth, he will declare, “I do!”

“If so,” the insectoid will put his hand on the head of the shemale, “then let time turn around.”

One long black panel follows.

Then, the shemale will suddenly open his eyes wide.

Hustle and bustle will surround him. He stands up, still young and handsome, dressed in military academy uniform.

Cheng Zhaoci draws the young shemale as rather handsome, so that the readers might assume that he is a pitiful shemale who only ended up on the landfill planet because of some mishap or misstep.
For example… angering some male by accident.

Cheng Zhaoci plans to actually base this character on two people he knows. The first one is the son of that old homeroom teacher in his past life. An actual piece of human garbage. At least, in his eyes.

Handsome, and an ace at basketball. He was popular with the teenage girls. Also, he was good at creative writing when he was younger. Even had his writing published on the local newspaper. Everywhere he went he was lavished with praises. It must have got to his head.

By his junior secondary days, he was smoking and illegally racing on streets and engaging in brawls. His teachers reprimanded him to no effect a few times, but he was still one of those handsome and dreamy school jocks like those depicted in novels and comics.

Finally, it all came to a head when he was actually arrested for assault, all for some bullshit ‘honour’ with his ‘bros.’ He was expelled and had to change schools. He himself didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, as it was for his bros. Yet Cheng Zhaoci knew. He watched how his old homeroom teacher had to keep treating other school leaders to meals, sucking up to them, getting whatever contacts he could. His face muscles were cramping from all the fake smiles he had to keep up.

The son then became alcoholic too. At 27, he basically deceived an 18-year-old country girl into marrying him with his looks. After the marriage, though, despising the girl for being illiterate and the in-laws for being uneducated ‘country swine,’ he abused her regularly to vent whenever he was unhappy. An upstanding looking man he appeared to be, but he would drag a poor girl by the hair, beating her to within an inch of her life.

His uncle tried setting him up with a job, but he ruined it almost immediately. He was having none of their ‘rules and regulations.’ He said he was a ‘free man.’

Finally, when the wife was pregnant with a daughter, her motherly instincts drove her to divorce him. His life had nowhere go but up – but down it went anyway. He would curse the Heavens all day. He complained about how unfair society was to ‘talented’ people like him. Oh, woe really is he. He is so unfortunate.

When Cheng Zhaoci visited his teacher after a long day of work once, he ran into the guy at the door to the house – he passed out drunk right on the curb. Cheng Zhaoci had to help to lift him inside. Dead drunk people are dead heavy.

After dumping him in his room, his homeroom teacher bawled. Bawled, hugging Cheng Zhaoci.

He couldn’t abandon him either. It is his very own son!

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