Who understands? The aloof female ruler always flirts without even realizing it.

"Master, time to get up!"

The intelligent butler robot 001 floats beside the bed. It controls the system to open the curtains, and the closed curtains slowly open, letting in the morning light.

"The 10 AM matchmaking date has been scheduled. The basic information of the three female candidates has been synchronized to the screen. You can take a look after you finish washing up."

Just then, the pale golden morning light shone through the arched French windows onto the young man's soft, fair skin. Shen Yan frowned and struggled to open his eyes, his dark, shiny hair sticking messily to his forehead.

She sat up, her robe slipping down to reveal her smooth shoulders and neck. Her fingertips unconsciously brushed against the corner of her eye, her tone full of impatience: "I know, cancel it."

"No, that won't work."

001 floated closer, its electronic voice filled with distress:

"This is a mandatory procedure for adult males in the Empire, and refusing outright will trigger a level warning. However, if you really have no interest, I can help you apply for an extension. I've already thought of an excuse: you've just come of age, and your mental strength is still unstable."

It nimbly spun around on the male's head and landed steadily on the bedside table.

"In addition, 12 new gift boxes were added last night as a gesture of goodwill. They have been stored in the warehouse along with the previous 17 gifts. If you don't like them, I will reject similar gifts in the future according to the system template..."

It's been about a month since I transmigrated to this Zerg world.

The original owner of this body shared the same name as him and was a newly matured SS-class male insect, whose female father was the famous Speaker of the Imperial Council.

Imperial male insects are rare, and each male is exceptionally precious, not to mention his high level of spiritual power. Not to mention the importance society and the country attach to him, even the heavens seem to favor him.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, with slightly upturned eyes, a high nose bridge, and light-colored lips; together they created a dazzling and stunning look.

But in Shen Yan's eyes, this "superiority" was more like a heavy burden.

Because he had too many suitors.

Although those who could appear before him were already extremely outstanding individuals among the Zerg.

They possess human form, are well-mannered, and speak elegantly; each one is a perfect person to associate with.

However, whenever the other person leans slightly forward or raises their hand to hold a glass, certain overly smooth body movements, or the fleeting glint of an unusual light in their beautiful eyes, always silently remind him of a fact.

The beings before us are ultimately not of the same kind.

Beneath that elegant exterior lay a completely different life form. He wasn't afraid, but he couldn't feel any closeness. The thought of the physiological structure that might exist beneath that warm skin, so different from that of humans, quietly gave rise to a subtle sense of alienation.

Maintaining polite conversation was already the limit of his efforts; any further thoughts of intimacy would cause that discomfort to creep in, making him instinctively want to keep his distance.

Taking the clear nutrient solution, I tilted my head back and drank it down, then couldn't help but sigh: "Please refuse, and could you please handle the postponement as well?"

In the past month, he had already figured out the rules.

The ratio of female to male insects is 1000:1. Male insects are as noble as gods, and SS-grade male insects are rare treasures, not only symbolizing superior genes, but also bringing resources and a rise in status to the female insects they are paired with.

For this reason, he was included in the Empire's "forced marriage list" as soon as he came of age, becoming the "focus" that female insects flocked to.

However, the concept of equality brought by Earth was already deeply rooted in his heart. He was unwilling to accept this kind of "assigned marriage" and had no interest in the swarms of advances.

"Got it! Leave it to me."

The indicator light on 001 flashed cheerfully a few times. Just as he was about to turn around to deal with it, a private message suddenly popped up on Shen Yan's personal computer.

The little robot glanced at the message sender and casually reminded, "It's a message from Karen, the female. This is the third time she's contacted you this week."

Shen Yan glanced at the screen. The message came from a female insect that had been frequently showing him affection lately. He couldn't remember what she looked like anymore. The chat box contained a dark web link and a piece of extremely flattering text:

"Your Excellency, I heard you're troubled by matters of marriage and love, so I've specially found some entertainment to cheer you up."

"This is a wretched insect that offended Samuel the Male. It's been a month of torment on its way to exile. I've specially instructed the insect to 'take good care' of it. If you enjoy it, please give me a chance to stay by your side as a female servant, even as a female slave!"

"Tsk, using this to curry favor with you, that's really shameless."

001 floated to the side, casually making a comment, a rare hint of disdain in its electronic voice, as the white sphere spun around:

"Should I just block him?"

Shen Yan knew that Samuel was a male insect with a very bad reputation. It was said that although he had not yet married a female ruler, he had already taken in more than a dozen female servants and slaves. This insect was violent by nature and took pleasure in torturing female insects.

His female slaves and servants were not only abused and covered in bruises, but were also not allowed to work and could only be imprisoned at home waiting for the male's favor.

Looking at the humble wording in the message, his brows furrowed even more.

He intended to delete it directly, but the words "offend," "exile," and "greet" stirred something within him, and his fingertips clicked on the link as if possessed.

The dim, damp scene instantly filled the screen, and the smells of mold and blood seemed to waft through the screen.

The camera is focused on a figure chained to a corner by heavy iron chains. The surrounding light is dim, and the chains are deeply embedded in the flesh of the wrists and ankles, creating a ring of festering bloodstains, with dark pus flowing down the skin.

The tattered prison uniform was so worn that its original color was no longer visible. It was soaked in blood and grime and was haphazardly wrapped around the body, which was covered in so much unblemished flesh.

What horrified him most was that there were two hideous holes in the back of the figure near the shoulder blades.

The skin and flesh at the edges had long since turned outward and rotted, crawling with tiny maggots. Dark red pus and blood mixed with filth seeped out intermittently, staining the ground beneath him a dark brown.

"Oh my god..." 001 subconsciously drifted back a bit, the liveliness in the electronic voice fading away, replaced by obvious shock and anger.

"This is... former Imperial Admiral Calander?"

"Who?"

Sensing the confusion in the male's tone, it immediately retrieved the data, and detailed information instantly popped up on the side of the screen:

Calander, former Imperial starship admiral, SS-class female.

Born on a garbage planet, he rose through the ranks based on his military achievements. He once led a fleet to defeat the enemy with fewer troops, protected the three major colonies of the empire, and held seven of the highest military merit medals. He was the youngest general in the history of the empire.

Its true form is the rare blue "Goddess of Light Morpho Butterfly," with wings that are like gilded gold inlaid with azure iridescence. When unfolded, it is as if it gathers shattered starlight. With blue hair and blue eyes, it is recognized by the Zerg as the most beautiful creature.

It was precisely because of her stunning beauty, SS-level talent, and combat achievements that the male insect Samuel wanted to forcibly take her as a female slave. A month ago, she was sentenced to exile for refusing a male.

Attached below the document is an old photo. In the photo, Karandal is wearing a crisp military uniform, and the wings spread behind him shimmer with a dreamlike luster in the sunlight. His blue eyes are sharp as a blade, and his beauty is extremely aggressive.

At this moment, the wings that symbolized glory and light of this illustrious SS-class hero had already been broken off on the first day of his exile, making him prey for the mobs to slaughter in the dark web live stream.

Over the course of the month, the perpetrators changed batch after batch. Some used electrified whips to strike his wounds, each strike accompanied by the sizzling sound of burning flesh.

Some insects would deliberately press a red-hot iron onto his arm, forcing him to cry out in pain. Even worse, when he was about to faint, they would splash him with icy cold water to wake him up and then shine a bright light directly into his eyes, keeping him awake amidst excruciating pain and dizziness.

In the video, two abusers are grinning as they use iron hooks to pull at the rotten flesh on his back. Karandel's thin body convulses violently, and he lets out a muffled groan that is suppressed to the extreme. His lower lip is bitten raw and bloody, but he never utters a single word of begging for mercy.

His unfocused gaze swept across the camera, a faint, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his hoarse voice laced with blood:

"...disgusting scum."

The bullet comments in the corners of the screen were densely packed, their malice stinging the eyes:

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? Lord Samuel's willingness to take him is a favor! This piece of trash and dung dares to put on airs!"

"We'd save up our whole lives to get a single frozen sperm sample, and he dares to refuse a male! He's utterly despicable!"

"Serves him right for having his wings torn off. It's better if he rots to death. So what if he's SS-rank? He still got his comeuppance!"

……

"brute."

Shen Yan cursed under his breath, his knuckles turning white from the force, his dark eyes surging with barely contained rage.

Karen's ingratiating words, intertwined with the horrific scenes on the screen, made the situation seem even more absurd and cruel.

In order to curry favor with the powerful, they even take pleasure in the suffering of their fellow human beings, while a hero who protects his country is reduced to such a state simply for defying authority.

The previous frustration with forced marriage was instantly dispelled by this extreme absurdity.

He abruptly stood up and angrily ordered 001:

"Connect to the Imperial Court's emergency communication channel, highest priority, now! The blind date is canceled immediately, no need to postpone it."

"Received! Connecting to highest-level communication..."

001 immediately dropped its previous liveliness, the white ball hovered stably, the mechanical claw operated the light screen quickly, and the electronic voice became crisp and firm.

"All subsequent messages from Karen have been blocked. Countdown to connection complete: 3, 2, 1..."

"The scene has switched in."

The screen in mid-air instantly switched to a court communication interface. The official's obsequious face had just appeared when Shen Yan's icy gaze forced him to pause.

Shen Yan stared intently at the ongoing torture on the screen, his voice trembling with anger, yet carrying an undeniable firmness:

"End Kalandall's exile immediately. I want to see him at the villa gate within two hours."

"From this moment on, he is my queen."

"If you refuse, I will personally request Parliament to review all your decision-making processes, including every official who signed off on the Kalandall exile case."