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

"A miracle! This is absolutely a miracle!"

"The desserts made by Lord Shen Yan possess a powerful calming effect!"

"One-time, contactless, group therapy! This is even more effective than many specialized treatments for low- to mid-level males!"

The entire fleet was in an uproar.

The female soldiers looked towards Karandal and Shen Yan with boundless gratitude and almost reverent awe.

This is not just a delicious snack; it is a real blessing that can pull them back from the brink of a mental breakdown!

Shen Yanxiong's image was instantly elevated to an unattainable height in their minds.

Karandal learned of the unexpected commotion caused by the distribution of snacks from his adjutant's barely concealed excitement.

He assumed it was just his subordinates' gratitude and excitement at their lord personally making the snacks, as this was an extremely rare honor in Zerg society.

He even frowned slightly, feeling that his subordinates were making a fuss over nothing, although... he himself was also extremely excited when he first tasted the food made by the male lord.

However, as the report progressed, descriptions such as an unprecedented sense of relief in the mind and body and a reduction in the lingering pain that had persisted for many years were heard.

When the initial test data from the medical pod was mentioned as abnormal, Karandal's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the data panel, a sharp glint flashing in his icy blue eyes.

"What did you say? Repair effect?"

His voice lowered, carrying an unmistakable gravity.

The adjutant then realized that the general was unaware of this matter, and quickly retrieved the test reports from several officers and presented them to Karandal.

The clearly displayed data showing an "average damage repair rate of nearly 20%" exploded in his mind like a thunderbolt.

This is impossible!

The female soldiers' first reaction was that the data was incorrect, or that it was some kind of collective psychological suggestion.

He ate it himself, and the taste was indeed impeccable, but he did not notice the spiritual healing effect it contained, which was like sweet rain for ordinary female soldiers.

Suddenly realizing something, I froze.

As Shen Yan's female ruler, he was bathed day and night in the powerful and pure nourishment and marking of his male master, and his sea of ​​consciousness was in a state of being properly soothed, full and even reinforced for a long time.

The "minor" spiritual energy replenishment from the cake, relative to him, was like a drop of water flowing into a vast ocean, failing to cause the slightest ripple in his sea of ​​consciousness.

A chilling shiver instantly gripped him.

He jumped up abruptly, not even having time to give his adjutant any instructions, and strode towards the living quarters.

My heart was beating erratically, not from joy, but from a sudden, overwhelming worry.

Pushing open the cabin door, a faint, comforting sweet fragrance still lingered in the room.

Shen Yan was facing away from him, carefully picking out the last few slightly burnt biscuits that had failed to bake properly and placing them on another small plate, seemingly preparing to eat them herself.

Hearing the noise, she turned around with a relaxed smile on her face, a little bit of flour still stuck to the tip of her nose.

"You're back? How did you all like it?"

His tone was light and cheerful, with a hint of anticipation.

"I see a lot of insects have been received, I hope there's enough. Next time I'll remember to order less material, I almost collapsed from exhaustion."

He rubbed his wrist, his complaint tinged with a hint of coquetry.

Karandal did not answer immediately, but walked up to Shen Yan, his gaze fixed on the lord's pure black eyes.

There was only the elation of doing a good deed and waiting for praise, and a little bit of fatigue from the production process, with no awareness of what kind of miracle they might have created, or rather, the awareness of triggering a potential storm.

"Yan Yan."

The female ruler's voice was unusually deep as she grasped the male ruler's hand, her fingertips applying slight pressure.

"The desserts you made... are very special."

"Um?"

Blinking, Shen Yan seemed not to quite understand the special meaning, but laughed along with the conversation.

"Really? I adjusted the sugar amount several times, knowing you'd like it less sweet. And the vanilla pods I used this time are of very high quality, the flavor is just right..."

"It's not just about the taste."

Karandal interrupted him, trying to make his tone sound calm, but the turmoil inside him almost broke through the calm facade.

"An officer reported that after eating the snacks, the old wounds in their mental consciousness...received significant repair."

Shen Yan's smile froze for a moment, then turned into pure astonishment and bewilderment:

"Repair? Mental strength repair?"

He looked down at his hands, which were covered in flour and butter, then looked up at Karandal, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Kalandall, are you kidding me? I just... just made some cookies and cakes according to a recipe. At most... maybe I put a little more effort into them?"

He tried to find a reasonable explanation, such as the high quality of the ingredients or psychological suggestion.

"Is it just that they were too tired and suddenly relaxed, creating a false sense of security?"

Seeing the male ruler's completely bewildered state, even trying to explain this extraordinary phenomenon with science or common sense, Kalandall's worry and protective instincts instantly swelled to their peak.

Yan Yan had no idea what kind of terrifying yet fascinating ability he possessed.

Unconsciously, it can so gently and effectively integrate its powerful and unique calming spiritual energy into ordinary food, producing such a large-scale, collective healing effect...

It has completely overturned the existing understanding of psychomechanics!

What does this mean?

This means that Shen Yan's very existence is a walking, highly effective group healing treasure that can be performed without direct contact! Once this news is confirmed and spreads...

Karandal could hardly imagine the consequences.

How will the imperial high command, various factions within the military, and even other interstellar powers flock to this place?

They will use every means to obtain and study the male ruler.

Meanwhile, the culprit who caused this silent commotion was still standing there innocently, worrying about whether he had too much flour on his face and whether there was enough food to go around.

Karandal took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear and anger surging in his chest.

Don't scare him.

She reached out and gently wiped away the bit of flour from Shen Yan's nose with her fingertips, her movements incredibly gentle.

"Maybe... it's just my imagination."

He echoed Shen Yan's words, his voice regaining its usual composure, though a deep undercurrent surged in the depths of his eyes.

"Perhaps everyone was too moved, after all, it was a dessert made by a noble male insect himself, so the psychological effect was quite strong."

The news must be blocked immediately, or at least obscured.

Those test reports... need to be revised.

The officers involved in the testing also need to be given the strictest gag order.

Before figuring out the principles and controllability of this ability, and devising a foolproof countermeasure, Shen Yan's ability must remain a closely guarded secret.

The boy seemed relieved, but still somewhat skeptical.

"I knew it! How could making desserts possibly cure mental damage..."

He laughed again, his attention quickly returning to the plate of biscuits that had failed to bake properly.

"These look ugly, don't eat these, eat the nicer ones over there."

Looking at Shen Yan's untroubled smile, Karandal's heart felt heavy.

Gently pulling the other into her arms, she felt the faint sweet fragrance emanating from him and the familiar aura of spiritual energy. An unprecedented determination began to grow in her heart.

His powerful lord unintentionally sowed the seeds of healing, completely unaware of the storms that might ensue.

It's okay.

He tightened his arms, a cold, sharp glint flashing in his icy blue eyes.