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

Parks appeared serious on the surface, but inside he was burning with desire: He really wanted to study it! He desperately wanted to study it!

This is a living, groundbreaking clinical sample!

Even my boss and best friend couldn't stop me from pursuing the truth!

Well, it could indeed stop him, and Lord Lin Luo would kill me first. What a pity! What a pity!

He forcefully suppressed the almost tangible glint in his eyes, coughed twice, and tried to make his voice sound calm and professional:

"Cough... This situation is indeed... unheard of."

"This is likely related to your exceptional mental strength and the Major General's powerful willpower, which may be the key to your recovery."

He cautiously refrained from offering any research suggestions, fearing that he might not be able to suppress his restless academic instinct to "dissect" the subject and thus be "dealt with" on the spot by the protective Lord Lin Luo.

Parks tried to recall the various studies and records about the spiritual sea he had read, and cautiously said:

"Your Excellency Lin Luo, the situation you described... is indeed not documented in any actual scientific experiments, nor is there any concrete data available for reference..."

"Okay..." Lin Luo was a little disappointed.

"But..." Parks hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.

Lin Luo pressed, "But what? Doctor, just tell me."

Parker adjusted his glasses and said slowly:

"...In some very old, almost legendary, Zerg texts, there is such a hypothesis."

"It believes that under certain extreme circumstances, some female insects with particularly strong mental power may unconsciously condense into a special form of existence—called 'spiritual body'—due to their excessively large and condensed mental power."

"Spiritual body?"

“Yes,” Parks nodded. “According to the hypothesis, this spiritual entity is a manifestation derived from the core of the spiritual sea and can fight in coordination with the female insect body.”

"In theory, it's like an extension of the insect armor, a purely spiritual creation that should play a huge role on the battlefield."

He paused, then added, "However, this is only an unproven hypothesis."

"This idea has been proposed by pioneers, but it has never undergone any rigorous scientific verification, and the mainstream academic community does not acknowledge its existence."

As Lin Luo listened, his eyes slowly brightened, and he blurted out:

"Perhaps, apart from the one who proposed it, it's simply because no insect has actually been discovered or successfully condensed in the past?"

He always felt that Ailand was special, capable of doing things that defied common sense.

"However... Major General Ailand's situation does not entirely match the description in the hypothesis."

"The hypothetical spiritual entity, due to its powerful aggression, is capable of effectively interfering with reality and causing harm to the enemy."

He looked at the sleeping Eland, then at Lin Luo.

"But based on your previous description, it seems that only you can sense the Major General's current 'presence,' and it behaves very... gently."

"No, that's not entirely true," Lin Luo quickly added.

"The phantom image that Eland once appeared could attack enemy insects, but it later changed into its current form."

"Then perhaps... the Major General really did succeed in condensing that 'spiritual body' that only exists in theory!" he exclaimed.

"This time, Major General Ailand may have actually benefited from the misfortune."

"Given the extent to which his mental state had completely collapsed, the fact that he was able to stabilize and even improve is already an unprecedented miracle."

"And now, with your help, Major General Ailand seems to have an even better future."

His gaze turned to Lin Luo, becoming extremely solemn and sincere:

"Lord Lin Luo, I believe that your unique spiritual power played an irreplaceable guiding and comforting role in this process. Thank you, Your Excellency!"

As he spoke, he took half a step back and bowed deeply to Lin Luo.

Lin Luo was somewhat taken aback by Parks's unexpected gift.

He thought Parks was exaggerating and instinctively reached out to help, but...

Suddenly, Lin Luo felt Ailand's consciousness touch him, and he smiled, his lips curving upwards and his eyes crinkling. "Alright, then thank myself."

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Second Fleet Command Center.

The room was spacious and cold, with a huge strategic map of the star system projected onto the metal walls, and constantly flashing dots indicating the fleet's position and movement.

Terman sat in the large conductor's chair, with his back to the huge observation window.

He was dressed in a crisp black senior military officer uniform, the epaulets gleaming coldly in the gleam of the light.

A subordinate stood before him with his head bowed, reporting on the recently concluded raid.

"...Commander, the objective of this operation has been achieved, but... the casualty rate is 17 percent higher than expected, and the list of the dead has been compiled."

The subordinate's voice carried a barely perceptible tension.

Terman tapped his fingertip lightly on the armrest, his gaze never leaving the star map.

"Efficiency is acceptable. Next time, optimize the advance route and reduce unnecessary energy consumption."

His voice was completely flat, as if the higher-than-expected casualty figures were just a set of parameters that needed fine-tuning.

The subordinate's Adam's apple bobbed, and he added in a low voice:

"Yes, also... there seems to be some doubt and discussion among the lower-ranking soldiers about the persistently high mortality rate."

Terman finally turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on his subordinate with a condescending indifference.

"Doubts?" A slight smile played on his lips.

"The Empire has no shortage of female soldiers willing to die. How many fresh blood does the reserve base send in every year? If they die, just recruit more."

"...Yes." The subordinate lowered his head deeply, not daring to say anything more.

He immediately changed the subject and handed over an electronic report:

"Regarding the recovery status of Major General Ailand's mental state, which you previously instructed me to keep an eye on."

"The Imperial Medical Department's assessment concluded that the collapse of his mental state was too profound, almost... irreversible, with a chance of recovery of less than one in a thousand."

Terman listened, then turned his gaze back to the vast star map, his tone flat, neither revealing regret nor sarcasm:

"It's a pity that those from the lower classes ultimately lack a sense of proportion."

"Even with the marshal's exceptional promotion and careful guidance back then, he did not know how to cherish the talent and status he possessed."

"Insisting on binding one's own life with the lives of those low-ranking female soldiers, acting impulsively, this is the price to pay."

"Ayland is seriously injured and has been in a coma. According to military regulations, the retention period for his senior general position is about to expire. Go and prepare my candidate information."

The subordinate tensed up and immediately stood at attention.

"Yes, Commander!"

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