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

User "Historical Dust":

"According to scattered information, this rebel group, which calls itself the 'New Will,' does not primarily seek territory or resources, but rather to challenge the existing social rules."

They argue that: 1. Male insects have an obligation to provide basic psychological comfort to female insects with unstable mental states (especially females who are not partners);

2. Female insects obtain survival resources through labor and social contributions, rather than relying on the "gifts" of male insects; they believe this is a more "fair" model.

[The comment section under this post exploded instantly, with opinions sharply divided]:

"Actually... thinking about it carefully, if Your Excellency were willing to offer some reassurance, wouldn't the casualty rate on the front lines be reduced a bit?"

"We female insects work hard, pay taxes, and protect the planet, so why is even the most basic emotional support a luxury? We can only desperately try to please the males?"

"My brother retired due to a mental breakdown. If any male insect is willing to help him..."

"Absurd! Shameless! The mental strength of male insects is a precious talent, why should it be distributed like unpaid labor?!" (Certified male insect)

"That's right! This is a trampling on the dignity of male insects! Do you intend to treat your noble lords as a public medical resource?!"

"Protecting the females? I think they want to control all the males and use them as tools!"

This is the male insects' perspective.

"The person upstairs is right! Male insects are rare and precious, and should be well protected. How can we let them bear such risks and obligations!"

"The rebels are destroying the foundations of society! Without you, sir, where will the superior females come from? They are trying to extinguish the future of the Zerg!"

"I believe the Empire and the military can quell the rebellion! These thugs' ideas are terrifying!"

Meanwhile, some disguised accounts, whose origins are difficult to trace, began systematically publishing lengthy analytical posts, filled with inflammatory language:

"How much longer must we endure this? Look at the female soldiers on the front lines, for whom are they bleeding? And some males won't even spare the most basic comfort!"

"The current system doesn't protect the Zerg, but rather the supreme privileges of the males! The dedication and sacrifice of the females are only met with entitled neglect!"

"The rebels' platform may be radical, but at least they pointed out the problems!"

What we need is not patching things up, but a radical transformation! Supporting the 'new will' is supporting our own future!

These remarks accurately struck at the sore spots of many lower-class female insects, disabled veterans, and insects who have long harbored resentment towards social injustice.

They had long been neglected and suppressed. The rebels' proposition of "female insects providing for them and male insects undertaking the obligation of appeasement" was like a light piercing through the darkness, distant yet full of temptation.

"That's right! Why are we born inferior?"

"I work hard for more than ten hours every day, and most of the star coins I earn are handed over to the lord, yet he doesn't even look at me!"

"If a new system can be established, will my offspring no longer have to repeat my fate?"

The voices of support and approval grew louder and louder, even beginning to overwhelm the fierce opposition from the male insects and their supporters.

A general dissatisfaction with the existing system and a vague expectation of a new order are quietly spreading among the female insects.

Panic, confusion, and contradictions deeply rooted in the social structure were ignited and amplified in this sudden war.

Behind every closed door and window, there may be a pair of eyes watching the screen, each with its own thoughts.

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In the outer space of the capital star, the wreckage of warships floated like cold tombstones, and energy beams intertwined to form a deadly net.

Marshal Arnold personally piloted his silver-gray flagship, engaging in fierce combat with a particularly conspicuous heavy mech from the rebel camp, painted with a ferocious beast head.

The pilot of that mech was none other than Garrett, who had kidnapped Lin Luo.

His fighting style is wild and cunning, full of ruthless and reckless courage.

Two top-tier war machines collided, evaded, and clashed at high speed in space, exploding into dazzling halos of energy.

For a time, neither side could gain the upper hand, resulting in a stalemate.

After a violent collision, the two aircraft temporarily separated due to the recoil.

Field Marshal Arnold's calm voice echoed throughout the fleet via the internal channel:

"Each ship shall provide alternating cover according to the predetermined tactics and maintain continuous fire suppression. The first and third squadrons shall pay attention to the flanks to prevent enemy infiltration."

After issuing the orders, his flagship turned around and left the front-line battlefield.

"You are in charge here," he said to his adjutant. "I must report the battle situation to His Majesty immediately."

Royal Palace

Arnold walked through the silent palace corridors, where attendants and guards bowed respectfully to him.

The council hall was empty, and the ministers were busy dealing with the crisis.

He went straight to the insect king's palace, where he met Tok, who was standing quietly waiting outside the palace.

Tok looked even more haggard than before, with a pale face and sunken eyes. On his neck and the back of his hands, which were exposed outside his military uniform, several scars bearing the marks of energy burning were faintly visible and had not yet fully healed.

The price he paid to gain the trust of the suspicious Insect King was far greater than outsiders could imagine.

"Marshal." Tok's voice was a little hoarse as he bowed slightly.

Arnold stopped and looked at Tok, a complex emotion flashing deep in his silver-grey eyes.

He raised his hand and gently patted Tok's shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work." Arnold's voice was low, only the two insects could hear it. "You did a great job."

Tok raised his eyes and met Arnold's gaze. His eyes were filled with weariness, but also with an undeniable determination.

He didn't say much, only nodded slightly, everything was understood without words.

Arnold withdrew his hand, stopped lingering, pushed open the heavy doors of the palace, and went inside.

The insect king is sleeping peacefully inside, or rather, it is forced to "sleep peacefully".

The door closed slowly behind Arnold, separating the inside from the outside.

Tok remained standing outside the door, like a silent statue.