D-level males reached the pinnacle of life by living off women.

After leaving Fez's house, Dorian was like a programmed worm, mechanically doing all sorts of planned things.

Buy a communicator to contact home, and buy a spaceship ticket back to the capital planet.

While doing these things, Dorian felt no emotion and his mind stopped thinking. This made him unaware of his father-in-law's slightly cold and reproachful attitude on the other end of the communicator when he contacted his family.

While waiting for the spaceship at the port, Dorian's communicator kept ringing with various messages coming in.

Dorian was scrolling through the dense messages when suddenly his eyes narrowed.

He saw a news push notification; the protagonist of the news was his male insect fiancé.

His fiancé got married last month, and the woman he married was naturally not him, but his half-brother.

When he contacted his family before, his female father did not tell him about this, but Dorian did not feel angry or sad about the news. Instead, he felt a little happy.

He unconsciously stood up from his chair and walked quickly toward the exit.

But after taking only a couple of steps, Dorian stopped and stood there lost in thought.

A few minutes later, he turned around, his face full of frustration, and sat back down in his original spot.

Dorian inwardly berated himself, wondering what he was thinking. Even without his fiancé, he and Lord Fez could never be together.

Is he really going to let down his parents and his family for the sake of a male insect?

Moreover, Lord Fies is a low-level male insect, so it is impossible to soothe him with mental energy.

He had seen what would happen to a female insect that couldn't get spiritual comfort. Was he really going to risk his life for a male insect?

Dorian listed reasons in his mind to convince himself that not being with Fez was the right choice.

But these things did not make him feel relieved; instead, they made him increasingly sad.

Dorian took out the flower bracelet from his pocket. The flowers on the bracelet were still fresh and vibrant, just as they had been when Fez gave them to him.

He used medicine and put in a lot of effort to maintain this condition.

Dorian put on the bracelet, staring at it quietly, his eyes vacant, lost in thought.

Just then, a voice came.

"Young man, you are very lucky. Your master must like you very much."

Dorian looked in the direction of the sound and saw a kind-looking elderly female insectoid dressed in the traditional clothing of the Embera insectoid race, looking at him amiably.

"Old man, why do you say that?" Dorian asked.

For some reason, Dorian did not explain that he did not yet have a ruler.

Upon hearing Dorian's question, the elderly female insect was surprised for a moment, then laughed.

"It seems you're not an Embera insectoid, young man, but your lord certainly is; I can tell by this bracelet."

"According to the tradition of our Embera insect tribe, this style of flower bracelet is a token of love between male and female insects."

"If a male insect falls in love with a female insect and decides to marry her and spend his life with her, the male insect will pick flowers and weave them into a bracelet to give to the female insect. If the female insect accepts the bracelet, it means that she has accepted the male insect's courtship."

"According to tradition, flower bracelets, which are given as tokens of love, should be made of yaxin flowers."

"But Yaxin flowers all grow on cliffs and steep slopes, making them very difficult to pick. And things are different now than before. Male insects are very precious, so now the love tokens that male insects give to female insects are basically made from other kinds of flowers."

"But young man, the bracelet on your wrist is covered with Yaxin flowers, which is why I said your lord must really like you and be willing to risk his life to pick Yaxin flowers for you."

The old female insect's words brought back many memories for Dorian.

No wonder that before giving herself the bracelet, for a long time, Faith would often go out alone and always come back with various small wounds on her body, and once she even sprained her ankle.

When I asked him where he went, he wouldn't say. When I told him not to go, he wouldn't agree. Now it seems that he probably went to pick yam flowers.

Dorian looked down again, staring blankly at the bracelet.

Then many images began to appear in his mind: scenes of him spending time with Fiss, scenes of him living a law-abiding life on the capital planet, and scenes of him being with his former fiancé.

A dozen minutes later, Dorian suddenly stood up and ran towards the exit.

He ran faster and faster, throwing all the reasons he had used to convince himself to stop to his own thoughts. At this moment, only one thought remained in his mind: to see Fez.

As for what to do after seeing Fiss, he didn't have the mind to think about it for the time being. He only knew that if he didn't do it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

As he ran, Dorian had a strong premonition that his insect life was about to go off track and slide into an unpredictable future, but he was not afraid at all.