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

Lin Luo suddenly "saw" something, not with his eyes, but with some deeper level of perception.

Enveloped by the imagery, he seemed to see a vast yet turbulent... cosmic sea?

No, that's not a sea of ​​stars, but countless brilliant threads of light that are tightly bound and blocked by a thick, black "sludge"-like substance!

They should have been operating smoothly, but now they were tangled, knotted, twisting and struggling wildly. The dark gray substances were constantly eroding the light filaments, making them dim and fragile.

Is this the "spiritual sea" that Eland mentioned? Are those black substances what's causing him pain?

Lin Luo was stunned by this sudden illusion; his body froze, and he involuntarily took a half-step back…

But at the same time, a strong, instinctive sense of unease welled up inside me.

It's like someone who is extremely particular about cleanliness seeing a piece of gold-threaded art covered in dirty stains.

A strong urge to clean himself up took hold of him.

"...Go to the medical bay for a thorough examination." Eland finally managed to say these words, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He had to leave immediately.

He turned around abruptly, but this action became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The dam of his mental sea completely collapsed, and a violent dizziness and tearing sensation swept over him. His body went limp, and he fell forward.

"Major General!" Hawke exclaimed, rushing forward to help.

But someone was faster than him.

Almost instinctively, Lin Luo suddenly reached out and grabbed Ailand's cold wrist.

"Are you alright?!" Lin Luo's voice was filled with genuine concern and anxiety.

The instant his fingertips touched Eland's skin—

A warm, clear spiritual energy, like the melting snow under the early spring sun, flowed naturally from his fingertips, gently probing into that turbulent and painful "sea of ​​spirit."

There was no skill involved, no purpose; it was purely out of instinct to "pacify" and "clean up" the chaos.

Lin Luo's "gaze" remained on the mental threads entangled by dark matter. His mental power was like a pair of gentle yet precise streams of water, gently brushing over the restless light threads.

A miracle happened.

Wherever his peculiar spiritual power flowed, the frantically writhing spiritual strands became as docile as cats being stroked.

While those stubborn black "dark matter" particles were not immediately eliminated, they seemed to have encountered their nemesis, retreating slightly and fading a bit!

This change was minuscule, but for Eland, which was on the verge of collapse, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought!

An unprecedented, extremely soothing coolness spread from his wrist, instantly calming the sharpest pain and giving his almost exploding mind a moment's respite.

It was a profound comfort, warm but not scorching, gentle yet full of power.

"Well……"

Eland couldn't help but let out a very soft, extremely comfortable sigh, and then, realizing it, his body stiffened and he stopped in his tracks.

Hawke's hand froze in mid-air as he stared in disbelief at the scene.

He sensed the major general's mental energy fluctuations suddenly ease, though they were still chaotic, the destructive trend had been forcefully contained!

Lin Luo was also stunned. He felt as if he had done something after grabbing the other person's wrist. A warm current flowed out of his body?

Then, he felt that the terrifying, "stained" illusion before him seemed to have calmed down a little? And Eland seemed to be in less pain?

He blinked blankly, looking at Aland's pale profile, and subconsciously asked, "...Are you feeling better?"

Aland turned his head sharply, his gray-blue eyes revealing undisguised shock and horror for the first time, completely shattering the calm mask he had maintained all along.

He sensed it; it wasn't the controlling and coercive mental power that male insects usually possessed, but rather... healing power.

Ayland abruptly withdrew his hand, taking a half-step back as if burned, but the shock churning in his eyes lingered for a long time.

That profound sense of solace still lingered in my mind, unlike the exhaustion any female insect would feel after being soothed by pain.

He quickly suppressed his emotions, but when he spoke again, his voice was cautious.

"You..." He paused, seemingly searching for the right words.

"What did you just do, Lord Lin Luo?"

Lin Luo remained in the outstretched hand position, looking completely bewildered.

"Me? I didn't do anything! I just saw you looked like you were about to fall, so I helped you up?"

He was completely unaware that his instinctive mental energy was leaking out.

Aland's deep gaze was fixed on him, trying to find a trace of pretense in those clear black eyes, but he only saw pure confusion.

He paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, his tone solemn:

"Whether you did it intentionally or unintentionally, your power just now did indeed greatly alleviate the pain in my mental sea."

Eland will always remember this kindness.

If there's anything you want, or anything you wish to do, as long as it's within my authority, I will do my best to fulfill it for you.

The sudden, heartfelt thanks and promise caught Lin Luo off guard, and he instinctively waved his hand:

"Oh, okay... No need to be so polite, it was nothing."

He didn't quite understand what the other person was thanking him for. It was just a simple favor, was it really that serious?

Eland gave him a deep look, then turned to his adjutant:

"Hawk, take Lord Linlu to the medical bay for a thorough medical examination. Make sure he is completely unharmed."

"Yes, Major General!" Hawke immediately accepted the order, his eyes now filled with almost reverence as he looked at Lin Luo.

Ayland nodded slightly to Lin Luo, then turned around and left the reception room with seemingly steady steps, but faster than when he arrived, heading straight for Dr. Parks' medical room.

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Inside the medical room, sophisticated instruments emitted a faint hum.

Dr. Parks looked at the real-time data of Aland's mental sea on the monitoring screen, and his expression gradually changed from serious to shocked.

"This...how is this possible?!" He pushed up his glasses, almost pressing them against the screen.

"The riot index has dropped by 15 percentage points! Although there has been no significant reduction in the core area, the most active and dangerous surface riots have been almost completely quelled! Major General, you just received high-level reassurance?"

But the timing didn't match up at all, and he hadn't received any notification.

Ailand stood beside the testing device, his face still pale, but the lingering pain between his brows had lessened.

He shook his head, his voice low: "No, it's that Lord Lin Luo."

"Him?!" Dr. Parks turned his head sharply.

"How did he do that? What equipment did he use? Or some kind of new drug?"

"He..." Eland paused, a complex emotion flashing in his grey-blue eyes.

He just... touched my wrist.

"Contact therapy?! That's impossible!" Dr. Parks exclaimed in shock.

"All of the Empire's existing mental soothing techniques require specific drug injections or deep integration to achieve effective transmission! Mere skin contact? And with such a significant effect?!"

He pointed to the much smoother energy curve on the screen, his voice becoming excited:

"Look! When a male insect's mental energy intervenes, it's like roughly sanding and cleaning it with sandpaper. The process is extremely painful and leaves behind tiny scratches."

This is one of the reasons why many female soldiers' mental state continues to deteriorate even after receiving reassurance.

But this data shows that your mental state is not only undamaged, but its activity has actually increased slightly? It's like... like you've been nourished by a gentle flow of energy!

Eland closed his eyes and whispered:

"Moreover, there was no pain whatsoever, in fact... it felt quite comfortable."

He spoke those last few words very softly, yet they struck Parker's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Comfortable?!" Dr. Parks gasped.

"This is simply...unheard of! Male insects are born with a strong aggressiveness and desire for control. During the process of soothing, they often unconsciously inject arrogance, impatience, or even punitive emotions, which will double the pain of the female insect."

This gentleman…”

"He seems completely different."

As Ailand spoke, images of Lin Luo's curious gaze, slightly clumsy social slang, and pure concern when he helped him up flashed through his mind.

"He was very friendly, even a little naive, towards the female soldiers."

He recalled Lin Luo's discomfort with those compliments.

"He seems completely unaware of the male's status, or how abnormal his behavior is."

Dr. Parks' eyes sharpened:

"Major General, you know very well what this means! A completely new, painless, and possibly even nourishing way of soothing the mind!"

And it's controlled by a male insect that currently seems simple-minded, kind to you, and seemingly has nowhere else to go!

He lowered his voice, his tone more serious than ever before:

"No matter who he is or where he comes from, what you need most right now is to keep him by your side."

It's not just about your personal injuries; perhaps... his very existence can change many things.

Ailand remained silent, his gaze fixed on the flattening data curve on the screen.

The warm touch of Lin Luo's fingertips seemed to still linger on his wrist.

Should we keep him?

For this unprecedented hope of healing, and also to... unravel all the mysteries surrounding this enigmatic male insect.

"I know."

After a long silence, Aland's deep voice echoed in the medical room, "I know what to do."