Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

The lights in the mines were dim and flickering, like tired eyes struggling to stay awake. Djeru trudged home, his eyes, once full of life, now dull and lifeless, as if covered in dust. His steps were weak, each one like treading on cotton, drained of every last bit of strength from his body.

He looked down at his hands. They were rough, cracked, and covered in wounds of varying sizes, like hungry mouths greedily devouring his flesh. These wounds were the "medals" of today's intense labor. He gave a wry smile. Medals? What kind of medals were these? Nothing more than the brand of slavery.

"Damn pirates!" Djeru cursed through gritted teeth, each word coming out through his teeth, filled with deep hatred. He hated these pirates, hated them for ruining his life, hated them for turning him into a slave, and hated them even more...

Djeru's thoughts drifted back to a few days ago, a sunny afternoon when he and his son played on the grass. His son's laughter, as clear as a silver bell, echoed in his ears. But everything was shattered by the sudden arrival of space pirates. They were like a swarm of locusts, leaving no grass growing wherever they went.

He would never forget that day: the pirates' hideous grin, his wife's screams, his son's cries...

"Dad, Daddy!"

His son's voice brought Jero back from his memories. He looked up and found himself at the door of his home. It was called a home, but it was actually just a shabby tent, a few metal sheets haphazardly thrown together, barely providing shelter from the wind and rain.

Djeru took a deep breath, forced a smile, and pushed open the door of the tent.

"Dad, you're back!" The son's weak voice came from the corner, with a hint of imperceptible joy.

Jiru's heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and it hurt so much. He quickly walked over to his son, squatted down, and gently touched his son's forehead. The scorching heat made him jump with fear.

"Son, how are you? Are you feeling better?" Jero's voice trembled with a barely perceptible cry.

"Dad, I'm fine..." The son tried hard to open his eyes and wanted to give Jero a comforting smile, but his body was out of control and it was difficult for him to even lift his eyelids.

Seeing his son like this, Djeru felt heartbroken. He took out two nutritional supplements from his pocket. These were what he had risked his life for today, but they were snatched away by that damn Pike!

"Dad, what is this?" The son looked at the nutrient supplement in Jero's hand, and a light flashed in his eyes, like two faint stars, twinkling in the darkness.

"This is a nutrient, son. Drink it quickly and you will get better." Jero's voice choked and tears welled up in his eyes.

He unscrewed the cap of the nutritional supplement and carefully fed it to his son, who sucked greedily, like a hungry little animal, eager to swallow the whole bottle.

"Cough cough..." The son suddenly started coughing violently, his face turned red, and he seemed to be unable to breathe.

"Son, what's wrong with you?" Jero was frightened. He quickly picked up his son and patted his back gently.

"Dad, I'm fine..." The son took a moment to catch his breath. He looked at Jiru and smiled weakly, "Dad, you're so good."

Jielu couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto his son's face. He hugged his son tightly, as if he was holding a treasure that had been lost and found again, fearing that if he let go, he would lose him again.

"Son, I'm sorry. Dad is useless. Dad can't protect you..." Jiru's voice was hoarse, with deep self-blame and guilt.

At this moment, the tent curtain was suddenly lifted, and a tall figure walked in. It was Cook, the head of the mine. His sharp eyes, like a vulture's, scanned the dim tent and finally landed on Djeru.

Cook was a burly man with muscular build, resembling a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex. He had a long scar on his face, stretching from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right mouth, as hideous and ferocious as a centipede.

"Jero, have you finished your work today?" Cook's voice was rough, with a hint of unquestionable majesty.

"Done...done." Jerru quickly stood up, lowered his head, and did not dare to look Cook in the eye.

"Yeah." Cook nodded with satisfaction, then turned his gaze to his son behind Djeru, "Is this your son?"

"Yes... yes." Jerru's voice trembled a little, and he subconsciously protected his son behind him.

"You look pretty good." Cook grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, like a greedy beast, staring at its prey.

Jielu's heart suddenly sank. He knew what kind of person Cook was. He liked males, and many good-looking males in the mine were attracted by him...

"Boss, what's the matter?" Jeru suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to make his voice sound calmer.

"It's okay, I just came to see you." Cook said, walking towards Jerru step by step, his malicious eyes, like hooks, staring at Jerru.

"Boss, I..." Djiru wanted to say something, but Cook didn't give him a chance. He grabbed Djiru's collar and threw him to the ground.

"Ah!" Djeru cried out in pain, feeling like his bones were about to fall apart.

"Jero, you haven't finished your work today. You're still a little short." Cook looked down at Jero with a cruel smile on his face. "But I can give you a chance."

"What...what chance?" Djeru's voice trembled with a hint of fear and uneasiness.

"As long as you behave, I'll give you a nutrient." Cook said, pulling a nutrient from his pocket and waving it in front of Djiru. "Well, this is a good deal, right?"

Jiru looked at the nutrient, a trace of desire flashing in his eyes, but he knew that this nutrient was not so easy to get. He raised his head and looked at Cook's ugly face, his heart filled with humiliation and anger.

"Boss, what...what do you want?" Jeru's voice was very soft, like a mosquito's hum, with a barely perceptible tremor.

"What do I want?" Cook chuckled, and that smile was as obscene as it could be. "Of course I want..."

He deliberately prolonged his voice, then suddenly lowered his head and whispered in Djeru's ear: "I want you to serve me well."

Jero's body stiffened instantly. His eyes widened as Cook's fleshy face magnified infinitely, making his stomach churn with nausea. He tried to push Cook away, but the days of hard work had drained him of all his strength. He felt like a fish on a chopping block, helpless to be slaughtered.

"No...don't..." Djeru's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, full of despair and pleading.

"No?" Cook sneered. His voice was like a rusty saw, pulling back and forth in Djeru's ears. "Do you think you have the right to say no?"

"Don't do it in front of the child, please..." Djeru's pleading voice was filled with tears.

By the time Jero locked his son in the inner room, Cook couldn't wait any longer.

Cook's eyes flashed with greed. His fleshy face leaned forward, his hot breath carrying a stench of sweat that made Djeru frown. He ripped open Djeru's already tattered clothes, revealing a body sturdy from long hours of hard work. Cook's cunning eyes darted around Djeru like a hungry wolf seeing a bone.

"Don't you want nutritional supplements? Come, serve me well, and this thing will be yours." Cook's voice was as rough as a broken gong, and every word pierced Jerru's heart like a nail.

Jiru bit his lip, digging his nails into his palms. He endured the humiliation and turned away, his back to Cook. Tears fell like beads from a broken string, pattering on the ground, leaving circles of water stains.

The door to the inner room was knocked loudly by his son, and the childish "Dad" sounded like a hammer hitting Jiru's heart. He covered his mouth tightly to prevent himself from crying out loud.

After an unknown amount of time, the nightmare finally ended. Satisfied, Cook pulled up his pants and casually threw the nutrient solution to the ground. With a loud bang, it slapped Djeru in the face, shattering the last shred of his dignity.

Jero was horrified and quickly turned around, fell to the ground, and picked up the nutrient solution. He carefully wiped the dust off the bottle, treating it like a rare treasure.

"Fortunately, it's not broken." There was a hint of relief in Jerru's voice. He raised his head and looked at Cook, his eyes full of hatred.

"Jero, you're really something." Cook licked his lips, looking savoring the taste. "I like it. If I work hard in the future, I'll definitely get some benefits from you."

He walked over to Djeru, squatted down, reached out and pinched his chin, forcing him to look up.

"Your son is not bad looking, either." Cook's voice was low and threatening. "When I get tired of playing with you, I'll let him take over your job. How about that?"

Djeru's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at Cook, his eyes filled with fear and anger. He pushed Cook's hand away and roared, "Cook, don't touch my son! I'm warning you, if you dare to touch a hair on his head, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

Cook was startled by Djeru's reaction. He was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahahaha, Djeru, do you really take yourself so seriously? I tell you, in this mine, I am the sky, I am the king! I can do whatever I want, what's it to you?"

He stood up and looked down at Djeru, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"However, seeing you like this, I really can't bear to leave you." Cook touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "How about this, I'll give you a few more days to think about it carefully. When you have figured it out, come back to me. Then... hehehe..."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the tent, leaving Djeru sitting alone on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Dad..." The son's voice suddenly came, and the locked door had been opened at some point.

Jeru suddenly came to his senses. He turned his head and looked into his son's clear eyes, his heart filled with guilt and self-blame.

He didn't know how much his son saw, but even if he didn't, the thin cardboard door couldn't hide anything.

"Dad, are you okay?" The son looked at Jero, his eyes full of worry.

"I... I'm fine." Djeru's voice was a little choked. He tried to force a smile to comfort his son, but he found that he couldn't laugh at all.

"Dad, don't be like this." The son looked at Jiru and said softly, "I know you are doing this for me."

"Son..." Jiru couldn't hold back his tears any longer and they burst out.

"Dad, there's nothing to be happy about in life," the son suddenly said. "You don't have to work so hard for me."

Jiru's heart felt like it was stabbed by something, the pain making him breathless. He knew his son must have seen what happened just now. He didn't know how to explain it to his son, he didn't know how to make his son rekindle his hope for life.

"Son, listen to me." Jielu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "We will be fine. You have to believe in Dad."

"But..." The son looked at Djeru, his eyes filled with confusion and anxiety, "When will we get better?"

"Soon, it will be fine." Jeru's voice was trembling. He didn't know if what he said was true or not. "I heard that the Saint is cleaning up these pirates. She will definitely come to save us."

"Lady Saint?" His son's eyes lit up, twinkling like two faint stars in the darkness. "Will she really come to save us?"

"Yes, I will." Djeru nodded firmly, "So, you must stay alive and wait for the Saint Lady to come and save us."

"Yeah!" The son nodded vigorously, and the light of hope rekindled in his eyes.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the mine, followed by screams that pierced the night sky, like the whispers of death, making people shudder.

"What's going on?" Jeru's heart sank suddenly. He hurried to the door of the tent and looked outside.

The mine was ablaze with flames, and the pirates who usually acted so arrogantly were now fleeing like headless flies. Their bodies fell one after another, like wheat being cut, without any chance of fighting back.

"This...what is going on?" Jerru was stunned. He looked at the scene in front of him and could not believe his eyes.

"Dad, look!" the son suddenly pointed in a direction and shouted excitedly.

Jero looked in the direction his son pointed and saw that the house next door had collapsed in the explosion. The man named Cook was probably about to assault another male with his pants half taken off when suddenly, his body seemed to be hit by something and instantly turned into a pile of ashes without him even having time to scream.

However, the nutrient supplement in his hand fell to the ground intact, making a crisp "bang" sound, like a loud slap in the face of all the pirates.

"Lady Saint...it must be Lady Saint who came to save us!" There was a gleam of excitement and hope in Jerru's eyes, like two burning flames, illuminating the entire dark mine.