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

With crimson bloodshot veins in its emerald green eyes, Freya's patience had its limits, but the male insect was unaware of this, constantly pushing the school doctor to her limits.

"Doctor, please, please help me..." The poor little male insect's amber eyes filled with tears. "Waaah, it really hurts..."

The male insect hormones continued to erode Freya's already unhealthy mental state.

Freya's reason told him that this male insect was being irrational and had no idea what he was doing. It was just that the three useless female insects hadn't fed their offspring, and the male insect's instincts were acting up, making him see himself as prey.

He wanted to go out and find those three useless female insects, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Although his leg was meant to be heading towards the door, he involuntarily took a step towards Su Tang.

The little male insect seized the opportunity and hugged Freya's leg, rubbing against her pitifully like a cat cub that hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, and meowing again.

Freya's legs immediately abandoned the insect-like design of the male-hating creature and turned into wooden legs.

Her once meticulously trimmed and neatly combed copper-green hair had become messy, and the two wheat-ear-shaped antennae drooping by her ears bounced gently.

Freya brushed all the stray hairs from her forehead back with one hand, and raised her reddened eyes: "Xiao Shaoxiong."

With his other hand, he gently pinched Su Tang's chin, forcing the male insect to tilt its head back.

The school doctor, enraged, pinched Su Tang's soft cheek and looked down at the little male insect whimpering with sadness. "This is only the second time you've seen me, isn't it? And you're already throwing yourself at a female you've only met twice?"

"What a madder plant."

"Go on a shopping spree."

"Want me to help you?" Freya grinned maliciously. "Fine, beg me."

Su Tang, who usually has a very smooth mind, was now completely confused. He had thrown his pride and dignity as a villain to the back of his mind.

He couldn't understand what the beautiful sub-female in front of him was saying, nor did he want to. He only thought that her opening and closing mouth was exceptionally beautiful.

What are you babbling about? I'm so hungry.

The little male insect pounced softly into the arms of the green-haired female insect, rubbed against her neck, and then, without any regard for morality, bit down on her fatal carotid artery.

Freya was so angry she almost laughed when she got spit all over her neck. Just as she was about to start yelling, Su Tang started whimpering, "Please, please, doctor~~~"

Freya: "!"

One surge of anger subsided, only to be replaced by another that shot straight to the head.

The male insect confessed to tax evasion before any investigation was conducted into Freya.

The green-haired female insect tossed aside her white coat, gritted her teeth, and pinned the male insect down: "You're really something."

Su Tang was not well-behaved at all; she was wriggling in the quilt.

Then, taking advantage of the situation, he shoved the cat-like insect above Freya's chin.

Freya could hardly believe it. Had he become so weak that he couldn't even handle a male insect?

"Heh, very good."

"Excellent!"

Freya sneered, turned around, and grabbed the cat-worm by the neck.

The dishonest Su Tang finally behaved herself.

"Waaah, doctor, help me!" The poor male insect cried, tears streaming down his face.

Freya first observed the pathogen, and before she knew it, she had gotten close to it.

Ah, little pudding.

Freya made a sarcastic remark.

However, it's soft, chewy, and looks delicious.

Seemingly realizing her lapse in composure, Freya angrily flicked the cat bug's forehead: "Little broom bug."

He gently stroked the tearful cat-like head of the cat-like insect, gritting his teeth as he said, "With so many female insects in the house, even the ferret has been eaten by those bedbugs..."

"Ha, it's turned into something shady now."

This is pure malicious slander.

Although the cat-like insect has grown stronger than when it was a kitten thanks to its abundant nutrition, it still looks adorable and pitiful.

And it always has a pink exterior, which is very beautiful.

The kitten, shivering with cold, stood up unsteadily and cried to Freya.

Freya wouldn't listen at all.

A gentleman uses words, not fists.

Freya clicked her tongue, sounding muffled: "Is this how they taught you?"

"Like a wooden stake, standing there without moving?"

Seriously... he's already burning up like this, and he's still pretending?

No, the little thing is so unfamiliar with things that it doesn't seem like it's pretending.

How could a male insect do this?

*, both pure and smoky...

The green-haired female insect clicked her tongue impatiently again, freeing one hand to warm up and prepare for some aerobic exercise.

"Ha, really not?"

"Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Freya ignored the male insect and began to warm up by doing push-ups.

Su Tang was forced to live a life where she could only look up at each other and look down in helplessness.

But the male insect was clearly confused about this.

The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple.

But he could only let it flood everything, having no idea how to control the flood.

Fortunately, it didn't take long before the school doctor, who had finished warming up with push-ups, completed this difficult and tortuous task on his own.

Male insect hormone...

It is a powerful and pure male insect hormone!

No wonder those three idiots were so useless!

Freya's eyes were glazed over... but her mind was still racing.

As a mutated sub-female of the Emerald Green Beetle, his evolutionary direction is the brain region. In fact, he is more suited to enter the research institute and become a sub-female scholar than to be a doctor.

However, rather than struggling day and night to improve the living standards of male insects, Freya would much rather fight on the battlefield. Unfortunately, weapons research required becoming a female soldier, so he had to settle for medicine, which was the path closest to the battlefield.

But life didn't go as he wished.

Just as male insects and sub-females are always controlled by the Male Protection Association, and military females are always controlled by the military, even if Freya becomes a medic, she will never be sent to the battlefield.

the reason is simple.

The female insects, with their remarkable regenerative abilities, don't need doctors at all. Even if they're missing limbs, they can grow them back on their own as long as they have enough energy.

The doctor's only role is to ensure the health of the male insect.

Haha, how ironic.

Freya used all her connections to get into the military academy as a school doctor, but in the end, she still became the male insect's personal doctor.

But now, the green-haired female insect has rekindled hope.

A maniacal smile spread across his face, which was flushed with a sickly redness, and ambition gleamed in his backward-turned eyes.

Freya never expected that this little thing would be so powerful.

The drooling female insect made a "hoho" sound, but her brain was clearer than ever before.

He could intuitively feel his useless wings, which had always drooped on his back, becoming powerful.

Stimulated by the male insect hormone, it grows vigorously!

Freya had never felt so refreshed!

My brain was working at lightning speed, and I even wanted to write down the data and study it carefully.

But Su Tang is plagiarizing his academic report, and Freya is about to be overwhelmed by this blow.

The determined female insect, enduring the pain, pulled herself from the sharp sword, crawled to the door, opened it a crack, and called to her brothers:

"Ha... those three useless bastards outside."

Listen carefully.

"The male insects are sick because of your incompetence."

"Heh, if you want him to recover quickly, heh... find a resilient worm!"

"Before this, you and I will take turns helping the male insect overcome its tribulation."

Before fainting, the resilient female insect flashed a hint of disdain in her bronze-green eyes, and gasped out her last words:

"Ha...useless, Lancelot, you piece of trash! A 3S-class item that's so flimsy."

In fact, the three female soldiers outside had already sensed something was wrong the moment the door opened.

The familiar, strong male insect toxin, mixed with the unfamiliar female insect toxin, hit me like a blast of pent-up rage. I felt like I was about to be in trouble.

But there was no time to think about it. Seeing the little male insect crawling towards Freya at the door, seemingly about to attack her, Adlord picked up the little thing and chose to sacrifice himself to save the unfamiliar doctor.

Isaac glanced awkwardly at Lancelot: "Senior... so that's why Brother Su Tang got sick?"

He dared not say that Lancelot was useless, fearing that the pink-haired poisonous man might kill him in a fit of rage.

But the male insect's situation is of paramount importance, and a solution must be found immediately. After all, they know their own capabilities, and Adlord can only hold on for a while; they also need to leave someone conscious to handle the aftermath...

Isaac could only choose his words carefully, and smiled cautiously, "Senior, how about we ask the Marshal to come back?"

Lancelot was already red-faced. He was already ashamed because of his allergy to Su Tang, and now that a sub-female he didn't get along with knew about it, he was even more angry and embarrassed. If he had anything in his hand right now, he would definitely crush it into powder.

The pink-haired commander, his face grim, adopted a planet-destroying aura and dialed the military's encrypted channel: "How long will it take to get back?"

"What is it?" Seeing Lancelot's strange expression, Klein on the other end also became serious.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing to talk about, Lancelot told the whole story truthfully, without omitting any details.

Klein's icy blue eyes were unreadable. After only a few seconds of thought, he came to a conclusion: "Go find Morpheus."

"What did you say!" Lancelot shrieked. "I disagree, that filthy sewer spider..."

"Lancelot." Klein's eyes turned cold. "Rohart is on a secret mission and can't receive communications. I'm interrogating Zero at the Sinister Tower. You know, even without stopping the jump, it would take six days to get to the military academy."

After six days, the daylilies were all cold.

"I'll talk to Morpheus."

"..." Lancelot bit his lower lip and reluctantly replied with a "Yes".

Klein wasn't as calm as Lancelot had imagined. After shutting down the AI, the white-haired female insect ignored the inmates she was interrogating and immediately prepared to return home.

Although there were no obvious flaws, those familiar with him could detect anxiety and unease in his seemingly cold eyes.

Baby, you absolutely must not get hurt!

Klein prayed incessantly and reflected on his mistakes repeatedly.

It was he who failed to protect his powerful lord.

Previously, everyone lived on Moth Planet, and work was not as frequent as it has been recently. Even though he was not at home, Rohart, who had not yet returned to work, stayed by the Lord's side.

Lancelot was always optional as a side dish, but his demand was high, so they never had a shortage of female insects.

The decision to allow the male to go to military school was based solely on safety considerations, without taking into account the individual personalities of each insect and the needs of the male, which led to this disaster.

Klein, deeply pained, had a cold glint in his eyes. Once the baby recovered, he would definitely test the limits of all the female insects in the household, so that there wouldn't be any oversights when assigning tasks next time.

As for Morpheus, Klein had known him for decades and knew his nature and abilities well. He had originally planned to keep him as a bodyguard for Su Tang, but now he could only pray that this guy wouldn't become as useless as Lancelot.

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When Lancelot's communications came through, Morpheus was at a hidden node in the military academy's underground pipe network, processing traces.

Morpheus let out a muffled groan filled with disgust.

Why bother with that guy who used to be pretentious and now spends all his time posing and flirting in front of males, his words as sharp as poison?

Is he showing off? Or is he trying to mock and ridicule him for his pathetic state as a scoundrel?

I'm so annoying.

He didn't want to answer. He just wanted to grind the source of this noise, along with the bracelet, into dust.

Morpheus let out a low growl and abruptly activated the AI! His movements were fierce and brutal due to extreme agitation.

His professional ethics as a worker still prompted him to press the answer-only button—Morpheus didn't want to see that delicate yet annoying face.

Every time he saw Lancelot's face, he would feel an indescribable sense of inferiority, as if he were a rat in a sewer that couldn't see the light of day.

Lancelot's cold, hard voice, filled with gritted teeth, came through the encrypted channel:

"Tarantula, I need... your help, come quickly."

"Are you... insane?" Morpheus asked softly, his crimson pupils widening in shock, seemingly unable to comprehend what he had just heard.

"Am I... insane?" the black-haired female insect murmured.

Could it be that his mental state has collapsed, and this is a hallucination before he goes mad?

"Ha, yeah, you're insane, you stinking bug from the gutter, what's that useless brain of yours thinking all day!"

Morpheus breathed a sigh of relief. The same pink-haired scoundrel hadn't changed. It seemed he hadn't gone mad.

"Get over here right now, 'my' master is sick and needs you!" The communication was immediately cut off without further explanation. But Lancelot knew this cunning spider would definitely come.

It was an ordinary sentence, yet it threw a boulder into Morpheus's stagnant mental sea!

sick?

That energetic, mischievous little male insect who always chased after him like a little sun... is sick?

Morpheus's actions in dealing with the scene froze instantly. His blood-red eyes narrowed sharply in the dim light, and a sharp, heart-wrenching feeling unexpectedly pierced through his heavily guarded heart.

He then caught a glimpse of information on the encrypted AI channel:

[My lord is in trouble, I earnestly request your assistance. Thank you. — Klein Brown]

It's true, the male insect is sick, and the male insect... needs him!

Almost instinctively, his body made the decision before his mind could process it—Go! Go immediately!

Morpheus quickly cleaned up the last traces and moved like a ghost through the intricate underground passages, speeding towards the villa where Su Tang's dormitory was located on the surface.

His speed was astonishing, leaving only a faint afterimage in the air. Only one thought was screaming in his mind: Faster! Faster!

Outside, the rain was pouring down.

Without pausing, Morpheus plunged headlong into the raging, icy rain like a black lightning bolt tearing through the night.

The icy rain instantly soaked him to the bone, his wet black hair clung tightly to his pale forehead and cheeks, and rainwater streamed down his taut jawline, mixing with sweat and blurring his vision.

But he didn't care at all.

His senses were completely occupied by the images churning wildly in his mind:

His amber eyes widened in fright on the training field, his puffed-up cheeks were full of curiosity and stubbornness in the library, the small profile of his eyelashes cast by sunlight in the classroom, his hand happily waving a small spoon in the cafeteria...

And... the sweet male insect hormone.

Like the finest honey that even the soul of an insect can become addicted to, just the memory was enough to instantly warm his cold and stiff heart and make his blood boil again!

It was the only solace that kept him from completely sliding into the abyss during countless mission breaks and countless nights when he was swallowed by his own darkness.

His drugs were also his salvation, his deepest sin...

It smells good.

eager.

The molten lava, which had been forcibly suppressed deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, roared wildly once more, crashing against the frozen dam!

Go see him!

Go and confirm he's still alive!

Even if it's just a tiny bit closer!

Even just smelling it through the crack in the door!

However, as he silently descended into the shadows of Su Tang's dormitory door, like a true creature of the night, his steps suddenly halted.

The cold rain slid down the stray hairs on his forehead, then dripped down his taut jawline, hitting the ground and splashing up tiny droplets.

His tall frame was taut like a fully drawn bow in the downpour, every muscle spasming and trembling.

Crimson pupils dilated rapidly in the darkness, staring intently at the door emitting warm light.

No, you don't deserve to go in. You filthy thing!

What right do you have to approach him? Your very approach is a pollution! A desecration! A harm!

Look at your blood-stained hands!

Smell the stench emanating from the depths of your soul!

Your raging mental sea will corrode him like sulfuric acid, draining his life force and causing him to truly wither away...

You will kill him! You will destroy that light with your own hands! You are a walking calamity!

Stop! Go back to your sewer!

He's sick... Is he feeling very unwell? Does it hurt a lot?

No! You can't! The chill you bring from the darkness will disturb him!

Just... just checking on his health, making sure the threat has been eliminated, yes, just for the mission...

Morpheus! Wake up! Stop delusional! You are a 'Tarantula,' a 'Shadow,' your destiny is only darkness and loneliness! Getting close to the light will only burn you, and will only... taint the light!

My steps were as if they were being held back by an invisible swamp, and I could no longer take a step forward.

He was like a ferocious beast dragged by chains, on the verge of collapse, letting out a silent wail in the torrential rain.

But it smells so good...

Even through the heavy doors and the torrential rain, that sweet scent belonging to Su Tang... seemed... seemed... to waft out?

Was it his hallucination?

Is it his nerves, yearning to be utterly destroyed, that are weaving a false sense of comfort?

Morpheus could not tell.

go with!

Push open that door! Rush in! Check on him! Make sure he's alright!

Just one glance!

As long as... as long as we can get to that place...

Morpheus's body leaned forward uncontrollably, one foot even lifting off the ground, about to step under the eaves, as he reached out to press the doorbell on the front door.

Do not!

stop!

You'll scare him! You'll kill him! You scourge!

Get out of here!

The roar in his mind exploded like thunder! The raised foot suddenly stopped in mid-air!

Morpheus staggered backward a few steps and crashed hard into a large tree by the door!

boom!

The tree trunk shook violently, and the accumulated rainwater poured down like a waterfall!

The icy stimulation brought a fleeting moment of clarity to his chaotic and agitated mind.

He leaned awkwardly against the rough tree trunk, letting the rain wash over his stiff body and face—a mixture of rainwater? sweat? or…something else?

The villa's door remained tightly shut.

The warm yellow light, like a distant, unattainable dream, coldly mocked his base desires.

near?

Or should we flee?

He stood frozen in the darkness, amidst the torrential rain, like a desperate ghost forgotten by the world.

"Idiot, what are you standing there for? Get in here."

The door was suddenly opened, and a pair of tired, bronze-green eyes glanced at him, filled with disdain.

Morpheus followed him into the house in a daze, his wet hair and clothes dripping all the way, only then realizing that the situation was not as optimistic as he had imagined.

Only one insect, Freya, is still barely alive.

On the second floor, in the rooms, in the corridors, and on the stairs, one could vaguely see female insects lying on the ground, their fate unknown.

Three useless Super S-class items, not even as good as one A+-class sub-female, Freya.

Having already weathered one round, Freya woke up just before Lancelot collapsed. After getting a general understanding of the situation, she took over his work.

Having undergone its second evolution, Freya has grown taller than before. While its physique hasn't changed drastically, its muscles are much more toned. The most noticeable change is the pair of useless little wings on its back.

They have now transformed into a pair of large wings, like a soft, light green, transparent veil, trailing from their shoulder blades all the way to the ground.

They appear to be drooping as before, yet they are incredibly powerful; with a mere thought from Freya, they can transform into the sharpest blades.

Freya hasn't fully mastered the wings yet, but he can sense that he will not only be able to fly in the future, but he can even completely control the retraction of the wings into his shoulder blades. This is something many winged sub-females simply cannot do.

His genetic grade has also improved significantly, perhaps beyond A+, but this still requires testing.

And now...

Freya sneered, "Hiss, are you a puppy? Let go!"

Morpheus noticed this time that the source of his attraction was hanging on Freya.

"What are you looking at?" The green-haired submissive glared fiercely at Morpheus, then sized him up. "You are... a student?"

Freya quickly recalled the information about the disheveled, black-haired female insect in front of her from her memory: "Morpheus, civilian, third-year student in the mecha combat department?"

"Tsk." The sub-female looked quite dissatisfied. "Only... S-rank?"