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

[Breaking News! Official Confirmation! Lord Lin Luo has been rescued and is en route back to the capital planet!]

This message, confirmed by both the military and Theodore, was like water being poured into boiling oil, causing the entire StarNet to boil over.

[Thank goodness! Waaah... You're safe and sound!]

[Oh my god, I'm so excited I'm crying! I haven't been eating or sleeping well these past few days, just worrying about you!]

Long live the Imperial Army! I knew they could rescue Your Excellency!

Come back soon! We're waiting for your latest comic update!

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Joy and praise spread to every corner, and the female insects spontaneously posted celebratory updates on various platforms, as if they were welcoming a grand festival.

However, amidst the sea of ​​celebration, some discordant waves quietly emerged.

Who rescued you this time? Was it Major General Ailand? As your guardian insect, shouldn't he have been at the forefront?

[Replying to the comment above: It seems the Major General didn't personally lead the rescue; it was his direct subordinate, Adjutant Hawke, who led the team.]

[What? Not a Major General? Your Excellency is in such danger, why didn't the Major General go personally? Isn't that dereliction of duty?]

[...According to reliable sources, Major General Ailand himself...appears to be seriously injured and has not yet recovered, and is unable to leave the residence.]

【real or fake? 】

[But if the Major General can't protect Lord Lin Luo, then what makes him qualified to be a guardian insect?]

[Stop spouting nonsense upstairs. Major General Ailand's achievements are so outstanding, yet there's been no official announcement regarding whether he was seriously injured. Don't spread rumors here!]

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In stark contrast to the jubilation on the StarNet, the atmosphere inside Carlos's private residence was tense.

"Bang!"

The exquisite wine glass was smashed to the ground, shards and crimson wine splattering everywhere.

Carlos stared at the title "Linluo Returns Safely" on the screen with a distorted expression.

He's back! Why didn't that annoying guy die out there?! Why is he always so lucky?!

The thought that he had to lower himself and force himself to please the female insect who provided the potion in order to maintain his pathetic B-level mental strength almost burned away his reason with endless humiliation and anger.

He desperately needed an outlet for his frustration.

His gaze swept coldly across the corner, and Carlos picked up a metal whip with fine barbs from the wall, speaking in an icy voice:

"Thor, come here."

The female servant kneeling in the shadows trembled slightly, her face turning deathly pale instantly.

But he dared not hesitate for a moment. With his head down, he stiffly and slowly moved to Carlos and obediently knelt down...

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Military Headquarters, Marshal's Office

"Marshal, His Excellency Lin Luo has arrived safely on the capital planet, and everything went smoothly!" a female insect officer reported respectfully.

"Okay, I understand. You can go now."

Marshal Arnold's gaze remained fixed on the complex star map, his tone calm and unwavering.

"Yes, sir!" The officer quietly withdrew.

The office returned to silence.

Arnold's deep gaze seemed to pierce through the star map and see into the more distant future.

He silently thought to himself: How easy is it to shake this deeply entrenched order?

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Eland Mansion

Lin Luo practically ran home, rushing straight into Ailand's bedroom.

On the bed, Eland lay still quietly, his face serene, just as he had been when he left, and he had not woken up.

This time, however, Lin Luo's heart was no longer filled with confusion and helplessness.

He knew that Aland would wake up.

Because at this moment, that small, invisible "him" is being held tightly in my palm, accompanying him in a unique way.

Lin Luo stepped forward, holding Ailand's slightly cool hand tightly with one hand, while holding it loosely with the other, as if he were really holding that invisible little ball.

He closed his eyes and began simultaneously and doubly channeling his spiritual energy to both sides—one to nourish Eland's dormant body, and the other to nurture the wisp of consciousness in his palm.

He wholeheartedly hoped that Aland would recover completely as soon as possible.

However, what Lin Luo didn't know was...

For Eland, his condensed, intangible spiritual body was a million times more perceptive than his physical body.

Every unconscious touch and every gentle caress from Lin Luo, transmitted through the mental connection, was amplified into an indescribable, intense stimulation that swept through the entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Throughout the journey, Lin Luo, fearing that he would lose contact again, would constantly and subconsciously touch and rub his palm with his fingers to make sure that the "little ball" was still there.

This was a sweet torture for Aland.

He clearly felt that dependence and cherishment, and his heart softened completely.

Not wanting to interrupt Lin Luo's happiness in any way, and even more afraid that if she "disappeared," it would plunge him back into anxiety.

Thus, he could only silently endure the strange tremors and reactions that permeated every corner of his spiritual body, caused by Lin Luo's unconscious "manipulation."

It hurts, but it's also pleasurable.

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A female adjutant quickly browsed the overwhelming news on the StarNet and couldn't help but sigh to her superior sitting opposite her:

"The scale of Lord Lin Luo's return this time is truly unprecedented."

His superior was General Ross, who had recently returned from the edge of the planet.

Ross shifted his gaze from the strategic star map to Lin Luo's image on the adjutant's screen, his tone revealing no emotion:

"The future ruler of Eland? He's... quite lucky."

He changed the subject: "I asked you to investigate Carlos, what was the result?"

The adjutant's expression showed some difficulty. He pulled up the documents and cautiously reported:

"General, the investigation suggests that Lord Carlos... may not be the best choice."

"He was suspected of abusing a female servant to death, along with her unborn male larvae, and had a very bad reputation on StarNet."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Furthermore... we discovered that His Excellency Carlos had publicly stated his intention to take Major General Ailand as his empress, but was met with a firm refusal."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ross raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, and precisely because of this, his relationship with Lord Lin Luo... is quite strained," the adjutant continued.

"In addition, His Excellency Carlos was recently promoted from Rank C to Rank B, but the specific reasons and process for the promotion are kept strictly confidential, and we have been unable to ascertain them."

"Rank B?... " Ross repeated softly, lost in thought.

"But, General..." the adjutant hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Ross looked at him and directly addressed his concerns: "You mean Carlos is unselectable, is that right?"

"...Yes." The adjutant lowered his head. "His character will likely cause a lot of trouble."

Ross rubbed his temples, a hint of fatigue flashing across his face, but his eyes remained clear:

"This is not something we can choose at will. Unless we can find another high-ranking male insect willing to accept me before my mental sea completely collapses..."

His voice deepened: "Otherwise, Major General Ailand's current situation could very well be my future."

A brief silence fell over the office, and the adjutant's mood also darkened: "...Yes, General, I understand."

Seeing his subordinates' dejected expressions, Ross instead gave a smile with his usual sharp edge. He had been stationed on the chaotic edge of the planet for many years and had seen countless deaths, but he also admired the tenacious vitality most of all.

Whether it's insects or animals, he admires their vibrant life the most and hates decay and death the most.

"Don't put on that act! I'm not at the point where you need to mourn me prematurely."

"Until the very last moment, who can say for sure there's no chance of a turnaround?"

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