My evil self is completely unable to exert its power in the Zerg.

Every time, every single time...

The younger twin, Adrode, is always a few steps away, his gaze like a tangible shackle. His older brother, Isaac, probes with a venomous snake's tongue, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

And then there's Lancelot, that pink-haired, venomous man, with his sense of superiority, making subtle, fragmented judgments that, like background noise, constantly irritate Morpheus's sensitive nerves.

They are not important, not important at all...

The most terrifying thing is that the little male insect's scent is everywhere!

Sweet, warm, pure... like the most tempting poison.

It smells good.

Each time he approached, that aura brought him a sense of peace and comfort amidst his extreme agitation.

This terrified him! He didn't need peace and comfort!

Calmness will make him lower his guard!

Comfort will make him addicted!

The male insect will... make him lose control!

So fragrant...

It smells so good! So good! So good! So good! So good!

No, no! He'll get hurt! He'll be scared!

He will be tainted by the darkness and bloodshed that he can't wash away!

This extreme tension, where one resists while being unable to completely sever it, makes Morpheus's spirit like a taut string stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

"Teach me, please, red eyes... Morpheus! Just a little bit!" Su Tang pressed closer, her little face full of determination.

"Morpheus~~" The audacious male insect had not learned his lesson at all. He stretched out his finger, wanting to poke Morpheus's arm muscles, which were taut from enduring the pain.

Just before the warm fingertips touched Morpheus's cold skin—

"Ugh!" Morpheus let out a suppressed sob.

He suddenly stood up straight, the movement so large that it knocked over a stack of precariously swaying file folders next to him!

Splash!

Yellowed pages poured down like snowflakes, raising a cloud of choking dust.

Su Tang choked and kept coughing, and Morpheus didn't dare to look at him.

"Don't... contact me again..." A soft murmur was squeezed out with difficulty from his clenched teeth, filled with near-collapse despair and pleading.

He couldn't take it anymore!

Before Adlord could make a move to intercept him, Morpheus's tall figure staggered and hurriedly headed towards the library's emergency evacuation route.

"Damn it! Red eyes! You're not allowed to run!" Su Tang subconsciously took two steps after him, but was firmly stopped by Isaac.

"Brother, please let him calm down." Isaac's voice was tinged with seriousness.

He stared in the direction Morpheus had disappeared, a cold wariness deep in his brown eyes. As a Zerg with special mental abilities, the mental fluctuations that Morpheus had unleashed just now were extremely chaotic and dangerous; it was far more than just simple agitation.

He exchanged a glance with Lancelot, and after receiving an affirmative answer, he stopped worrying and focused on wiping the dust off Su Tang's face and the tears that had welled up in her eyes from coughing.

"Oh." The little male insect's voice sounded a bit muffled, but there was no sense of grievance or anger that the females had expected.

He tilted his head, as if deep in thought, then surprisingly nodded. "That's right, a villain who's too sticky isn't cool enough. I'll give him a good chance to calm down!"

The reason is simple: Su Tang's exceptionally brilliant mind, which is highly gifted in dealing with villains, tells him that truly vicious villains will play hard to get.

Although Su Tang missed out on nine years of compulsory education and didn't remember a single bit of history, he was quite knowledgeable about comic book anecdotes.

Although he had been hit on the head by a meteorite and couldn't remember the details clearly, he vaguely remembered the most important plot points in the comic.

There was a vicious villain named Xiao Liang who, in order to capture a barbarian king, fed him steamed buns for seven days straight, until the king's mouth watered at the mere sight of a steamed bun.

When the villains were about to let the Barbarian King go, the Barbarian King refused to leave.

Because the barbarian king has fallen.

He's been corrupted by steamed buns; all he can do now is roll his eyes at them.

This is the famous story of "Seven Captures and Seven Releases" in unofficial history.

Isn't this the same process he went through to take down the red-eyed guy?

These days, he has been keeping a close eye on Morpheus, making him experience his own evil and the malice etched into his bones at every moment.

This red-eyed creature probably has never seen a male insect as suitable to become a great demon king in its entire life!

Su Tang was certain that Morpheus's storyline had already progressed according to his script. At this point, Morpheus should have been deeply captivated by his villainous charm. However, this female insect was too arrogant and unwilling to admit that he was not as powerful as the great demon king Su Tang, and was still holding a grudge.

The young male insect proudly raised its tail and wagged it, feeling smug.

Isaac is right. It's time to let him leave for a while. We need to let Morpheus calm down and remember how great and evil he, the Great Demon King Su Tang, truly is!

Once he discovers that no insect in this school can compare to my viciousness and terror, that red-eyed guy will obediently come back and become my underling!

Moreover, as the great leader of the Chitang Association, President Su Tang's daily life is also very busy!

He also wanted to take advantage of Klein's absence to indulge in some sweets!

Su Tang obediently raised her face so that Isaac could wipe it.

No one would have guessed that beneath this docile exterior, a little devil was stirring within, perhaps planning to wreak havoc on some unfortunate soul.

Lancelot elegantly covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, brushing away the drifting dust, his pink eyes full of disgust: "Dirty... Sure enough, rats in the gutter will only burrow deeper into their holes when they encounter a little provocation."

He glanced at Su Tang with a mournful look. "My lord, this kind of ignorant and vulgar female is not worth your trouble. Look at the way she fled in such a panic, how undignified she was."

Su Tang stood still, looking at the passage where Morpheus had disappeared. Her little face showed no grievance or anger, but rather an even more determined excitement.

"Wow! Even his escape is so imposing!" He clenched his little fists, his amber eyes sparkling as if he were admiring some amazing performance. "So creepy! Like a male ghost in a horror movie! So cool! So villainous! I, the great one, must learn this move!"

Adlaud: "..."

Isaac: "..."

Lancelot: "..."

Hesitant. The thought process of a tyrannical ruler is indeed beyond their comprehension.

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The icy water, like countless steel needles, relentlessly pounded against Morpheus's burning back.

He stood in the corner of the public restroom and turned the cold water valve on full blast.

A biting chill ran down his soaked black hair, past his sweat-drenched neck, broad shoulders, and the prominent herniated disc in his lower back...

They tried to extinguish the raging fire that was destroying reason.

His eyes were tightly closed, the fiery anger hidden by his eyelids, leaving only a heavy, unyielding gloom.

The sound of the water was so loud that it almost drowned out the roar of blood rushing through my eardrums.

But it didn't work.

A fleeting glimpse in the library, a small face so close, those amber eyes that startled even insects...

And with a persistent urge, her fingertips almost touched his hand...

These images flashed repeatedly before his tightly closed eyes, like the clearest projections!

Accompanied by that damn, lingering sweet and warm fragrance!

So fragrant...

So soft...

I really want to... grab that hand...

"Hmm..."

A scream of extreme pain was forcibly suppressed deep in his throat, turning into a muffled sob.

Morpheus suddenly raised his hand and slammed his fist hard against the cold alloy wall!

boom!

The wall dented slightly, and I dared not speak, only letting out a muffled thud as I left flat.

You must stay away from it!

The rough, black-haired female insect's fingers trembled as she groped around.

Without hesitation, I conducted a surprise check on my academic report.

The icy cold current flowed in, bringing a brief, suffocating numbness to the insect.

Like a thick layer of ice, it forcibly covers the churning magma inside.

The intense, sweet scent that ignited his desire was temporarily suppressed.

What follows is an emptiness, as if the soul has been hollowed out.

Morpheus leaned against the damp, cold wall, letting the icy water continue to wash over his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, his crimson pupils somewhat unfocused from studying, filled with a deathly weariness and endless gloom.

Shadows do not need light.

To be near the light is to be destroyed.

He repeated the phrase to himself over and over again, like the coldest incantation.

But the figure of that "light," that persistent voice, was like the most stubborn virus, deeply rooted in his chaotic mind, impossible to eradicate...

For the next three days, a full seventy-two hours, miraculously, Su Tang never appeared in front of him again.

There was no knocking at the door in the early morning, no ambushes at the training ground, no "surprising" discoveries at the library, and not even a chance encounter on the college path.

That persistent little tail, that beam of light that had forcibly intruded into his dark world, seemed to have finally been completely dispelled by his cold rebuke.

Clean and quiet.

Absolute tranquility.

Morpheus repeated this to himself.

This is exactly what he wanted.

Without the noise, without that sweet scent that made his mind go out of control, he could finally sink into the cold seabed like a real, cold stone, focusing on his task.

The unstable factors within the empire, like undercurrents beneath the surface, require him to investigate deeply.

That is the meaning of his existence.

Rats in the gutter only need to focus on their battles in the shadows.

He forked a piece of military emergency rations and mechanically stuffed it into his mouth.

The rough particles rubbed against the inside of my mouth, so bland they had no taste at all, like chewing wax.

Food meant nothing to him; he came to the cafeteria because he needed energy, nothing more.

chew.

Swallow.

The movements are stiff and repetitive.

However, the suffocating restlessness did not dissipate in this rare moment of tranquility as expected.

Instead, it's like damp mold, silently and wildly growing and spreading in a quiet corner undisturbed by insects.

It's too quiet.

The commotion in the cafeteria was right next door; at the next table, several lower-grade female insects were arguing heatedly about the merits of the latest mecha models, while in the distance came the loud thud of plates being slammed onto the recycling table and a burst of laughter.

But these sounds seemed to be separated by a thick layer of cotton, blurry and distant, unable to truly enter his perception.

Only the increasingly heavy and rapid heartbeat within his own chest pounded against his eardrums like a drum, making his head buzz.

What is that little thing doing?

This thought, like an uncontrollable weed, suddenly burst forth from the darkest corner of his heart, sharp and barbed, piercing his thoughts.

The dessert window remained open, but he never came in to buy any.

Three days, a full three days without a trace.

Although the male insects are relatively weak, Su Tang is usually as energetic as a little sun, jumping around tirelessly...

Could it be that he suddenly erupted in the library that day, startling her? Did she suffer a mental shock?

Is he... sick?

Morpheus unconsciously tightened his grip on the fork, his knuckles turning a cold white from the excessive force.

The tip of the metal fork sank deep into the poor emergency ration, almost piercing it.

A strange sense of unease began to creep through his body.

Or perhaps... the male insect... has fallen for someone else?

The idea, like a poisoned ice pick, pierced his mind without warning!

A sharper, more unfamiliar, and intensely destructive sense of unease suddenly surged into my heart!

It felt like countless barbed insects were gnawing at his nerve endings!

Has he found a new "villain mentor"?

That Isaac? That little guy has the same aura as him, and I heard he's from a border planet. He's glib, unconventional, full of mischief, and knows how to make insects happy...

Or is it Adlord? That kid has a roguish face; the little Klein seems to really like female insects like that…

Morpheus's mind was filled with images of female insects beside Su Tang, each marked with a blood-red question mark. Accompanying them was a sour and violent aura, like aged, cheap wine, that he himself was unaware of, raging through his chest!

Especially Lancelot! That pink-haired viper!

Morpheus began to feel anxious.

We all work for the military, and this guy used to like to belittle him!

But he was a shadow, and didn't care about such things, as long as he served the empire, so he used to keep to himself and Lancelot.

But what if this pink mantis said something to Su Tang?

He's good at exaggerating and distorting the truth!

What if he says he's ungrateful, that he's vulgar and sinister like a male ghost, that he's unworthy of being a "villain mentor," and Su Tang misunderstands him and distances herself from him?

Damn it! That effeminate, sarcastic vase!

"Snap!"

A sharp, metallic snap shattered the deathly silence in the corner!

Morpheus snapped back to reality and looked down.

The alloy fork in his hand, strong enough to withstand the full force of an ordinary female insect's prying, had somehow been snapped in two by him!

The broken metal shards gleamed with a cold and menacing light in the dim light, just like the gloomy storm surging in his eyes at this moment, almost bursting forth in tangible form!

He hurriedly dropped the fork, then hurriedly picked it up again, and absentmindedly went to the self-service window to pay the Star Coins for the damaged cafeteria tableware.

Why...why isn't that little thing coming to see him anymore?

Is it because... he's no longer attractive?

Yes, as Lancelot said, he was old and faded, and also rude and unpleasant...

This thought, carrying a chilling self-loathing, struck him like a heavy hammer, slamming into his already riddled and self-denying understanding.

The rats in the gutter... have nothing but a bunch of scumbags who have turned their lives around.

Rough, gloomy, lacking in romance, only good at scaring insects...

Lancelot's disdainful, snake-like judgment now echoed clearly in his ears, each word like a red-hot iron branding his pride.

A mixture of anxiety, self-doubt, and a hint of resentment that even he himself was ashamed to admit... surged wildly beneath his cold, hard exterior.

The fragile illusion of calm that had been forcibly suppressed in the mind was instantly cracked like a spiderweb under the impact of this surging torrent of emotions.

I really want a Klein-scented, powerful ruler...

I want to... get closer... even just to smell it...

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The midnight bells had long since tolled in the ancient towers of the Imperial Military Academy, their echoes fading away, leaving only an impenetrable darkness.

All was quiet; even the croaking of frogs in the Insect Lake seemed distant and faint. The only sound was the rustling of leaves as the wind passed through the dense Insect Forest surrounding the villa area.

Morpheus, like a shadow without substance, silently clung to the back of a gnarled ancient tree.

His aura was completely concealed, as if he had merged with the deep night, and even his breathing was slow and long, almost inaudible.

Only a pair of eyes, hidden beneath thick black hair, glowed with two eerie crimson points, burning coldly and piercing through the darkness, fixedly locked on what lay ahead.

Morpheus moved.

There was no wind, no rustling of branches or leaves.

One second he was one with the shadow of the tree, the next he was like an arrow launched by the darkness itself, skimming the ground and moving at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, silently slipping into the depths of the bushes where his target was located.

The insects in the bushes were clearly trained and reacted extremely quickly.

The instant Morpheus appeared, a mental wave mixed with horror and killing intent exploded out! Without even turning around to confirm, his body, like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly sprang to the side, trying to create distance. At the same time, one of his hands had already transformed into the shape of a pincer in the blink of an eye!

Fast, ruthless, and accurate.

A typical outlaw reaction.

Unfortunately, he encountered Morpheus.

The black-haired female insect didn't even lift her eyelids.

Just as the insect's body began to move and its muscle power exploded to its peak, Morpheus, like a ghost who had anticipated all its trajectories, struck first despite being behind!

Without flashy fighting techniques, his movements are simple, direct, and brutally efficient, consisting only of the most primal bursts of power.

A rough hand with distinct knuckles and calloused skin, like a ghostly claw reaching out from hell, attacked from an extremely tricky angle and precisely grabbed the other's throat!

"Click".

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound, particularly jarring in the silent bushes, was quickly swallowed by the darkness.

The insect's pupils dilated instantly, reflecting Morpheus's face so close to its eyes—pale, gloomy, with no living emotions in its crimson pupils, only a deathly darkness that devours everything.

Breaking her neck bones would have been enough to kill the female insect, but Morpheus didn't give her any chance to explain.

The insect's eyes lost their luster in an instant, still filled with lingering fear and resentment.

The body, separated from the head, collapsed limply, as if all its bones had been removed.

Morpheus held up the head, its eyes wide open in death, expressionless, staring at the rapidly cooling corpse on the ground. His crimson pupils remained completely still, as if he had merely swatted a noisy insect.

He crouched down and skillfully searched through the AI ​​hidden in the corpse. After confirming that the contents could not be uploaded to the external network due to the campus's blocking, he transferred the high-definition photo of the male insect in the distance that he had secretly taken to his own AI before letting out a slight sigh of relief.

After doing all this, he coldly secreted a drop of poison from his fingertip and dripped it onto the corpse, the AI, and the high-magnification night vision monitor that had fallen to the ground.

zizi...

A slight corrosive sound rang out, accompanied by a faint odor of rapidly charring proteins, and fine white smoke rose from the contact point.

All traces were dissolving at a visible speed, eventually turning into a pool of viscous paste that emitted a strange odor.

A few seconds later, even the paste evaporated quickly, seeping into the soil below, leaving only a small, slightly darker mark.

The night dew and microorganisms in the soil will quickly complete the final cleanup, restoring this place to a normal shrubbery free from insects.

Morpheus stood up and lightly dusted off non-existent dust from his gloves, as if brushing away a tiny speck of dust.

The night wind ruffled his damp black hair, and the moonlight fell on his angular profile, outlining cold and hard lines.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze once again piercing through the darkness, landing on the warm light emanating from the second floor of the villa in the distance.

This is the 36th one.

trouble.

I don't want to write a report.

Let Klein figure out a solution; after all, it is his powerful lord who is being coveted by unknown forces.

He stated his reasons clearly and coldly in his mind.

Each word is like a cold metal gear, meshing together perfectly, logically flawless and impeccable.

However, just as he was about to turn around, completely blend into the night, and leave the area—

A sweet, almost illusory scent, like the most cunning vine, unexpectedly entwined around his keen sense of smell.

It was... emanating from Su Tang's bedroom!

It's male insect hormone!

It's that little thing's unique scent!

Even though it was 200 meters away, even though there was a lake in between, even though the sound was diluted to almost nothing by the night wind, it was as conspicuous to him as a lighthouse.

Morpheus's tall body froze instantly!

The blood that had just calmed down suddenly rushed to the top of my head!

He suddenly closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, tightened his jawline, and even a vein bulged on his forehead!

"This is really... troublesome." A hoarse syllable, like a piece of rusty iron being rubbed on sandpaper, was squeezed out with difficulty from between his tightly pursed lips.

His voice carried a hint of embarrassment that he himself was unaware of.

He didn't linger. His figure, like a true ghost, vanished instantly with a kind of desperate haste, leaving behind only the silent bushes, damp with night dew, as if no insects had ever set foot there.