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

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his surging emotions, and attempted to slowly and continuously channel his spiritual energy into Ailand's body through their skin.

His consciousness seemed to follow the flow of spiritual energy, and he "saw" once again that once raging, now deathly silent spiritual sea.

As far as the eye could see, there was only suffocating grayness and deathly silence.

The broken threads ceased their struggle, drifting helplessly like withered vines. Dark matter engulfed everything, turning the place into a graveyard, leaving only utter desolation and despair.

Lin Luo's spiritual energy flowed carefully, attempting to nourish the withered "roots," giving them a glimmer of revival energy and awakening a spark of life.

However, his efforts were like a stone sinking into the sea, failing to create even the slightest ripple...

No matter how hard he tried or how much he poured into it, the desolate "forest" remained completely silent.

An overwhelming sense of powerlessness engulfed Lin Luo like a tidal wave.

But he didn't let go; instead, he hugged Eland even tighter, his cheek pressed against the other's cold neck, stubbornly continuing to try again and again.

It was as if as long as he didn't give up, there would always be a sliver of hope.

Time passed slowly in silence. Fine beads of cold sweat gradually appeared on Lin Luo's forehead, and his face began to turn pale. He could feel waves of slight dizziness coming over him, which was a sign of excessive mental energy consumption.

He understood that if he administered too much at once, his body would be the first to be unable to handle it.

He looked down at Elland in his arms, took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and his eyes gradually became firm.

This can't go on!

Blindly channeling energy like a headless fly only exhausts oneself and does nothing to help.

What Elland needs is continuous, stable, and effective nourishment, not his reckless outbursts.

He needs a plan, he needs a method.

Lin Luo turned and got out of bed, his steps unsteady due to weakness. He went to the outer room and took out two high-energy nutrient solutions.

Back at the bedside, I lifted Eland's upper body, letting him lean against me, and fed him the nutrient solution little by little, making sure he didn't choke.

After doing all this, he settled Ailand back in, and then quickly drank a nutrient solution to replenish his strength.

Then he went back to bed and lay down next to Elland.

This time, he didn't rush to transfer a large amount of spiritual energy. Instead, he pulled the other person's body back into his arms, their skin touching and their necks intertwined.

He adjusted his breathing, trying to let his mental energy seep through in a gentler, slower way, like a trickle, little by little.

Even if the effect is minimal, at least it is a form of sustained maintenance.

Lin Luo felt the other person's faint but real heartbeat, and finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the soft morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains and fell on Lin Luo's face.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes. The moment his consciousness returned, what came into view was Eland's quiet profile.

Oh right... Aland is back, but he's back severely injured.

He sat up slightly and looked down at Elland's sleeping face.

The morning light cast a soft glow on his pale skin, softening his usual coldness and making him appear exceptionally gentle, even with a fragile beauty.

Lin Luo's fingers involuntarily traced his tightly pursed lips and pale cheeks.

I wish he would open his eyes the next second and look at me with that familiar look, tinged with surprise and unease...

Lin Luo could almost picture the shy look on Ailand's face when he realized that he was being looked down at so closely by him, or even half-pressed down on him, and he was trying to remain calm but his ears were turning red.

Thinking of that scene, Lin Luo's lips curled into a small smile, but this faint smile quickly dissipated into the air like a bubble.

He got up quietly and collected all the rolling dolls in the house, big and small, in all shapes and sizes.

Then they were piled up densely around Eland's bed, as if building a furry barrier filled with its own scent.

Then he moved a table and chairs over and placed them close to the head of Ailand's bed, sitting down in the spot closest to Ailand.

He tried to control his mental energy, allowing it to slowly and continuously dissipate and envelop Ailand.

After doing all this, he turned on his personal computer and contacted the factory manager.

"It's me, Lin Luo. From today onwards, all matters that need to be handled should be communicated directly to me via the quantum computer."

"If there's anything that needs to be dealt with in person, you can come to my home. I'll be working from home during this period." His voice was calm.

Then, he called Hawke, "Hawk, why is Aland so badly injured?"

Hawke's expression was grave on the other end of the screen:

"Your Excellency, the space pirates used weapons specifically designed to target the Major General's mental sea. The Major General was covering our and the male insects' retreat..."

Hawke thought about it for a moment, but still didn't reveal the mole. It was a military secret and couldn't be disclosed to outsiders.

"I understand." Lin Luo then asked, "Ayland is currently unconscious. What should be done with his military post?"

Hawke hesitated for a moment before answering:

"The Marshal has already inquired about this, and I will temporarily handle the daily military affairs. As is customary, his position as Major General will be reserved for him for a period of time."

"Within a period of time? How long exactly?" Lin Luo pressed, his tone sharp.

"Well...it usually takes 3-6 months," Hawke said hesitantly.

"Normally... if a major general or higher-ranking officer is seriously wounded in frontline combat, he will automatically be placed on 'wartime duty retention for serious injuries' for a period of 3 to 6 months..."

"Why is the time so short?" Lin Luo felt that it would be difficult for Ailand to recover during this period.

Hawke was also helpless: "These are military regulations, which are usually difficult to change. Moreover, whether one can perform duties normally depends on a health assessment conducted by the Imperial Medical Department every 3 to 6 months. Only those who pass the assessment can return to their original positions..."

Hawke's voice trailed off as he spoke. Although this was standard practice in the military and he didn't want to be like this, he still felt guilty in front of Lin Luo.

Lin Luo remained silent; he understood.

If Eland were to truly fall into a deep sleep, the rank and status he had risked his life to achieve, through numerous close calls, would likely be silently marginalized until he was replaced.

"Okay, I understand." Lin Luo's voice was emotionless. "Any progress on the pharmaceutical research at the Imperial Academy of Sciences?"

"This... Your Excellency, the Academy of Sciences has just launched a project, and the 'Silent One' drug is their achievement, but the Major General's situation is unprecedented, and they also need time..." Hawke's voice was even lower.

"Okay, I understand. You can go ahead with your work." Lin Luo hung up the call, his eyes filled with a terrifying darkness.

"Dr. Parks."

"Lord Lin Luo, good day. Has there been any change in the Major General's condition?" Dr. Parks asked anxiously.

"No, is there any other method besides my mental power, or any way that can assist in the treatment? Anything is fine." Lin Luo persisted.

Parker's voice was full of apology:

"Your Excellency, I am very sorry, but of all the known methods, the direct mental soothing of the male insect is the most effective and irreplaceable. Other methods are far less effective than your own efforts."

"Is it possible for the Imperial Academy of Sciences to develop a cure in a short period of time?"

"Your Excellency, please forgive my bluntness, but for such complex psychological trauma, the development cycle of new drugs... would probably be measured in centuries. They... are probably not able to help the Major General for the time being."

"I understand, Doctor. If you have any new ideas, any thoughts that might help Aland's recovery, no matter how small, please let me know as soon as possible."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, this is my duty, and I will not slack off," Parks solemnly assured him.

Then, the computer disconnected.

Theodore.

"Lin Luo? What's wrong? Is Ailand getting better?" Theodore's voice was full of concern.

Lin Luo cut straight to the point, his calm voice seemingly carrying an unprecedented determination: "You said before that my reputation is too great."

"Hmm?" Theodore became interested.

"Tell me," Lin Luo asked, looking at the sleeping Aland on the bed, enunciating each word clearly.

"Are there any other ways to further expand our reputation and increase our leverage?"