Zerg: I ​​was picked up by the cold and beautiful Major General at the start of the game.

His movements were slow and pure, tinged with the dazedness of drunkenness, which made them all the more erotic.

Eland's body remained lying still, without any spontaneous response.

But within his spiritual dimension, the entity representing his core consciousness was fluctuating violently.

He wanted to hold Lin Luo tightly, to stop this intimacy that crossed the line and provoked him, and he wanted...more...

Lin Luo finally finished "cleaning up" the wine, and was quite satisfied.

Smacking her lips, she snuggled her cheek against the back of Ailand's hand placed beside her, then drifted off to sleep again.

All that remained was the cloying aroma of wine and the restless female insects...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[Breaking News] His Excellency Carlos publicly declared that Major General Ailand is not worthy!

The first thing you see when you enter the entry is a post by Carlos.

Carlos:

There are some things I just have to say.

I am deeply saddened by what I have seen about Mr. Lin Luo's recent ordeal.

The fact that the safety of a noble male insect cannot be guaranteed brings shame upon all of us insectoids!

Major General Ailand—once a valiant soldier, now the most incompetent guardian.

How can a female insect that can't even stay conscious continue to occupy Lord Lin Luo's future?

Lord Linluo has already been in grave danger once. As a female insect who has completely lost her ability to protect, what right does Ailand have to stand by Lord Linluo's side?

Moreover, as a major general, Ayland's military post is about to expire.

What will Ailand, now stripped of his Major General aura, be able to offer Lord Lin Luo then? A coma?

He might not even be able to provide His Excellency Lin Luo with basic necessities.

Finally, I urge some of my compatriots who are immersed in tragic stories to wake up.

Lord Linluo is a high-ranking male! He has every right to receive the service of more excellent females.

Allowing such precious genes to be monopolized by a comatose bug is irresponsible towards the future of the Zerg!

The post went viral instantly.

Carlos is a male insect by nature, and even though he has a history of bad behavior, his words still have a magnifying effect.

Although many female military personnel angrily refuted the claim in the comments section that "the major general was injured while guarding the border," more incited voices began to emerge:

"Lord Carlos's words may be rough, but they make a valid point."

"I support His Excellency Lin Luo's decision to reconsider."

"An insect in a coma shouldn't delay the male insect's time."

……

While the online discussion was brewing, in a secluded meeting room on the other side.

Carlos's face contorted with rage as he abruptly shut off the screen, which still displayed the update he had just posted.

"Are you satisfied now?!" he practically spat out the words through clenched teeth.

He was indeed happy to see Lin Luo get into trouble, but the feeling of being forcibly pushed to the forefront and made a target made him feel extremely humiliated.

"Very satisfied." The insect's voice on the other end was steady.

"Lord Carlos's influence is indeed extraordinary. The 'potion' you requested..."

He paused deliberately, "We will deliver it to your residence on time, as long as you continue to... cooperate."

After she finished speaking, the other person did not linger any longer, gracefully stood up, and quietly left the room.

The heavy door had just closed.

"Bang—crash—!"

He abruptly swept everything off the expensive crystal coffee table in front of him, shattering cups and decorations into pieces with a jarring sound.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

Carlos slumped back onto the sofa, his heavy breathing gradually subsiding.

He closed his eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly, unable to stop himself from doing so.

He could clearly feel that his mental sea was no longer as stable and full as before. Every time he used his mental power, he could hear a faint sound, like ice cracking.

He was already deeply mired in the quagmire and unable to extricate himself.

Those "potions"... initially only gave him an unprecedented surge of mental power, but now they have become chains around his neck.

The intervals between needs are getting shorter and shorter, and the dosages are getting larger and larger.

He dared not imagine the consequences of stopping the medication—his mental strength would collapse like a dam breaking, his level would plummet, and he might even fall into a worse state than before.

A male insect that once stood at the top, if it were to completely degenerate into a "useless insect" with weak spiritual power...

The mere thought of the contemptuous, pitying, and gloating looks that the Zerg who once looked up to him would cast upon him filled him with a suffocating fear and nausea.

He absolutely cannot tolerate this happening!

In order to maintain a semblance of prestige and preserve his crumbling rank and dignity, he has no choice but to submit to their coercion time and time again, becoming a tool in their hands.

A surge of anger and humiliation churned within him, yet he could find no outlet.

Those insects that forced him... and Lin Luo who put him in this predicament... he will not let any of them go!

Someday...

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Royal Gardens, Terrace

The second prince, holding silver pruning shears, was meticulously trimming a rare star orchid.

"Is it done?" He asked gently without looking up.

The subordinate standing quietly to the side bowed slightly.

"Yes, Your Highness. Carlos has launched his attack publicly as planned, and public opinion is growing. Our insects have also begun to fuel the flames from behind the scenes."

"Very good." The second prince cut off a slightly out-of-place flower branch, examined his work, and seemed quite satisfied.

His tone remained calm as he changed the subject, asking, "How are the candidate insect arrangements going for the position vacated by Ailand?"

"Telman is the most proactive, has complete information, and is determined to win, but... what about Ross?"

The subordinate paused for a moment, then said, "After his last date with Carlos ended badly, his attitude became somewhat ambiguous, and for the time being... he hasn't explicitly accepted our proposal."

The second prince paused slightly in his trimming.

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone unreadable. "So you refused?"

"It wasn't a complete rejection, but... it wasn't an acceptance either," the subordinate reported cautiously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

With a soft "snap," another innocent flower branch was neatly cut off and fell to the ground.

The second prince's voice was angry:

"Carlos is a piece of trash! He can't even handle something this simple."

He put down the flower shears, picked up the clean white silk handkerchief beside him, and slowly wiped his fingers.