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

"Ra... Raphael, you must be very busy. It's good that I have Glahad to play with you. You can go ahead and do what you need to do. I won't take up your time!"

Let's go! Let's go!

Su Tang felt a chill run down her spine under the Pope's benevolent gaze and couldn't help but pray silently.

Raphael, who was almost ten times older than Su Tang, could easily see through his little scheme.

"In that case, please don't stand on ceremony. You can come to me with any doubts you may have. I'd be happy to help you." He smiled and nodded. "May the light guide your path, Your Excellency Sweetheart."

Raphael's voice remained as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying sincere blessings, as if that all-knowing gaze from just moments before had never existed.

He nodded slightly, turned gracefully, and like a saint merging into the light, slowly left the corridor.

Only after the figure, seemingly radiating the radiance of a saint, disappeared into the depths of the courtyard did Su Tang finally exhale a deep breath, her back covered in another layer of cold sweat.

He secretly wiped the sweat from his brow—this time from fear—and his inner demons smugly put their hands on their hips: See? I even fooled the Pope! My acting skills deserve an Oscar!

He had no idea that the secret he had painstakingly tried to hide—the tail hook—had already been seen clearly by those compassionate and wise eyes.

Raphael did not actually leave, but watched the young male insects play from a distance.

On the screen of the AI ​​was Klein's frozen face, and behind him stood Lancelot, Rohart, and other insects who looked as if they had survived a disaster but were trying to remain calm.

"Are we really not going to talk to him?" Raphael sighed pityingly. "Gelahead didn't understand the situation at the time and left in too much of a hurry. This male insect's original AI was probably damaged by the ion storm during the jump. We've provided him with the latest AI..."

"Perhaps Mr. Male Insect simply hasn't remembered his StarNet account yet, or perhaps he forgot how to authenticate and log in... He probably didn't intentionally fail to contact you. By the way, this gentleman just now called himself Sweetie. Could it be that he has amnesia? But we've checked him, and he's in good health..."

"Klein, why don't you two try contacting the male insect?"

"No need. Just make sure he's safe. We'll pay him a visit in person once we've finished what we're doing. Please keep in mind, Your Majesty, in the meantime."

"Of course, every male insect is a treasure bestowed by the Insect God, and our Insect God Cult will serve you with all our heart."

Raphael sat alone in an exquisite chair made of warm white jade, his fingertips lightly brushing against an inconspicuous rune on the armrest that emitted a faint glow.

His emerald green eyes gazed into the void, the smile on his lips not completely fading, but instead carrying a hint of helpless indulgence.

"Klein, your little lord, what a... joke." He muttered to himself, his voice full of laughter, "Wearing an inappropriate heavy dress, he was so nervous in front of me that he almost moved his hands and feet together, and he tried to prove his fabricated story with a clumsy lie."

He shook his head, his smile deepening as he recalled Su Tang's comical performance.

"But what trouble can a mere male insect cause?" Raphael sighed softly, his emerald eyes gazing at the starlight streaming through the window. "If he wants to play 'role-play,' let him. As for those strange behaviors... perhaps that's what makes him special?"

At least this male insect had already caught his attention before they even met. Today's encounter only fueled the insect's desire to learn everything about him.

"Sweet, it really is sweet." Raphael licked his lips, savoring the scent of the male insect essence. "In any case, this prince is now in my hands."

He rose gracefully, smoothing his pure white robe sleeves as if brushing away dust. His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of walls, landing on the little creature clumsily dragging its heavy skirt in the corridor, trying to hide itself in the shadows.

"Enjoy your game, my sweetheart." Raphael's voice sighed softly, with a divine magnanimity. "Under the Holy Light, your little tail... will be well hidden."

His smile deepened, and his figure silently blended into a soft and pure holy glow.

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Inside the Imperial Military Academy dormitory, the enormous light screen went completely dark, like a star that had been extinguished.

"Klein!"

This question was like a volcano that had been suppressed to the extreme suddenly erupting, instantly tearing the silence apart.

Rohart turned around abruptly, his golden eyes almost blazing with fire, spewing out tangible rage as he stared intently at the white-haired marshal's cold profile.

"Why won't I talk to the male?! He's right there! He looks..." Rohart's voice trembled with worry and frustration, "The male is wearing that ridiculous thick skirt, he looks like he's about to faint from the heat! How are they taking care of the males? Why won't I talk to him?!"

Klein did not respond immediately.

His icy blue eyes remained fixed on the spot where the light screen had disappeared, like two bottomless abysses, all his surging emotions frozen solid by the ice.

Only the hands placed at his side, encased in white military gloves, revealed a slight tension in his knuckles, slightly white from exertion.

"It's my fault." A hoarse, cold voice, as if it had crawled out from a crack in the ground, echoed eerily.

Morpheus's figure seemed to shrink even more in the shadows, almost turning into a blurry, writhing mass of darkness. "It was me... I lost control at the celebration... my insect form..."

His voice lowered, filled with unbearable self-reproach and pain, "We must have scared him... He's afraid... That's why he hasn't contacted us... That's why he's hiding from us..."

The shadow trembled violently, as if it might collapse and vanish at any moment. "It's all my fault..."

"Bullshit!" Rohart, like a lion whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly turned to the large shadow. The anger in his dark golden eyes was not directed at the Morpheus bug, but rather at the male lord's furious defense after being questioned.

"The Lord is not that kind of cowardly insect! He's not afraid of any insect form at all—mine, Klein's, even those weird insect forms of veterans missing limbs! Why would he be afraid of you?!"

Morpheus was about to explain how terrifying his insect form was, but his stammering voice was immediately drowned out by Rohart's loud voice.

"The male lord is the best male insect! He couldn't possibly abandon us because of our insect form! It must be that awful place..."

"Could it be..." Freya's voice broke in at the opportune moment. The sub-female doctor was still relatively clear-headed, trying to sort out his chaotic thoughts. He looked at Klein, "Like what that Holy See said? The male lord... may have suffered a shock and temporarily lost some memories? That's why his behavior seems illogical?"

He carefully chose his words, avoiding the word "strange." Even as a doctor, Freya couldn't convince himself that amnesia could cause such a drastic change in a bug's personality.

That little rascal isn't the type to be obedient. He's never been well-behaved in bed, so how could he be so docile with that old man and even call him "father-in-law"?

"Amnesia?!" Rohart's voice suddenly rose. "Then we should contact the Lord even more! He doesn't remember anything! What if, what if..."

What if they fabricate lies to deceive their powerful ruler?

Everyone understood what Rohart meant, but his ideas were highly disrespectful to the Insect God Cult.

The doctrine of the Insect God Cult is that male insects are the only ones to be respected. Male insects often come to worship in the cult. Even if they are placed together with the Male Protection Association, male insects will most likely choose to trust the Insect God Cult rather than the Male Protection Association.

Because the Insect God Cult existed in ancient times and was deeply believed in by male insects, the main clergy members of the Insect God Cult were even male insects. During the years when the rebel army was in power, the Insect God Cult sacrificed more than 90% of its male insects. The male insects were able to survive thanks to their efforts.

Even though the Insect God Cult has fallen into decline and no longer has a male insect priest, but is ruled by female insects, it is enough to convince the male insects.

There's nothing that can be done about it. Ever since that rebellion more than two thousand years ago, the male insects have been afraid of the female insects and are completely unable to preach their doctrines. Even when they come to the Insect God Cult to pray, the female insect followers and monks are cleared out.

But Rohart wasn't a male insect; he only had basic awe for the Insect God Cult and didn't truly trust it. The followers and the Pope were insects themselves, and could harbor selfish motives. Their male leader was so good, and now he had amnesia—who knew they might be harboring wicked thoughts!

"Amnesia?" Lancelot's sneer interrupted Rohart's thoughts. The pink-haired female insect's violet eyes glanced at the sub-female. "Frea, did you soak your brain in culture medium while doing your research? Look at him just now! Like he has amnesia? Ha. I think he's perfectly lucid!"

"You jealous pink-haired man, eating so much still can't shut you up? Aren't you just like those female insects in the Acid Worm Cult, who are all more elegant and better looking than you? If the male master really lost his memory, he might even..."

"Shut up! He didn't lose his memory! He did it on purpose! He deliberately wore that ridiculous outfit, deliberately gave a fake name, deliberately acted like that! Who knows what kind of weird ideas that little head of his is up to!"

The pink-haired female was probably driven mad with jealousy, not even sparing the little male she used to love, her eyes red and her teeth clenched.

Surprisingly, after hearing these words, Rohart did not immediately jump up and challenge Lancelot to a duel, as he usually would.

He clenched his fists tightly, his bloodshot eyes churning with deep worry and helplessness as he stared intently at Lancelot: "Then why did he do this?! What does he want? What does he need? Why didn't he tell us? Why didn't he contact us...?"

"How am I supposed to know what that little idiot is thinking all day long!"

"That's enough!"

Klein slowly turned around, his icy blue eyes sweeping over every female insect present. Finally, his gaze landed on Lancelot's face, lingering for a moment before their eyes met.

Lancelot's purple eyes flickered slightly, and he pursed his thin lips, remaining silent.

"A powerful ruler acts in this way for a profound reason."

"To speculate is the greatest disrespect. The most important thing now is to get to the point."

Since the celebration, even bigger troubles have followed.

The immense male insect essence that Su Tang exerted on the entire planet, and the resulting benefit to the spiritual seas of all female insects, could not be completely concealed.

Despite Klein's efforts to use all available resources to suppress the news and attempt to characterize the incident as a "rare phenomenon of collective spiritual resonance" and an "accident during a military academy security exercise," the planet was open at the time, and some guests, business travelers, and ubiquitous interstellar media inevitably slipped through the net and discovered the truth.

Soon, all sorts of speculations, rumors, and even confirmed reports spread like a virus across the interstellar network.

A Divine Descendant or Messenger Appears at the Imperial Military Academy? In an Instant, a Sleeping Planet is Destroyed!

Mysterious Male Insect Species Sweeps Through the Imperial Military Academy: A Miracle or a New Weapon?

Even if there were two gentlemen on the military academy star at the time, based on Su Tang's various performances and her previous "crime" of putting a group of female military officers in an auditorium into a deep sleep and then healing their mental seas, anyone who wasn't stupid could guess who it was.

Military high command, parliament, major noble families, Xiongbao Association headquarters...

Like a hornet's nest that had been stirred up, countless encrypted communications flew towards Klein and the military academy's top brass like snowflakes.

Inquiries, pressure, prying for information, demands to "share" resources, and even veiled requests for marriage or "visits"...

Greetings from various forces, each with its own purpose, instantly overwhelmed Klein and the other insects.

They were exhausted, having to both search for Su Tang and fend off the ever-present scrutiny and pressure from the outside world.

Even Rohart, who wasn't particularly politically astute, realized that Su Tang's existence was no longer that of a "special" male insect, but rather a force that truly influenced the entire insectoid power structure.

Therefore, Klein did not immediately bring Su Tang back after finding his whereabouts, but instead left him in the Insect God Cult. At least those guys' reach couldn't extend that far for the time being, and the Insect God Cult could protect Su Tang's peaceful life for a period of time.

The white-haired female soldier's gaze swept over Isaac and Adlord. "Keep quiet, trace the source of the information, and delay the spread of the information as much as possible."

The two orange-haired female insects, who had been sitting on pins and needles among their seniors and dared not utter a word, were now relieved and immediately obeyed their orders to leave.

"Pursue the remaining criminals; leave no one alive."

A dark shadow flashed by, and Morpheus was gone.

Finally, he looked at Rohart and Lancelot, "Clear the waterway and ensure the road back to the Lord is unobstructed."

He paused, and deep within his icy blue eyes lay a rock-solid calmness and a chilling insight into the whole situation:

"As for the Holy City... whatever Raphael Norman's considerations, the baby is their most valuable asset. They will not, and dare not, allow the baby to suffer any harm."

Klein slightly raised his chin, his imperial marshal's authority radiating silently. "We simply need to clear away the obstacles as quickly as possible and welcome our sovereign home. In the meantime..."

He looked at Rohart, his tone carrying an unquestionable command, "Let nature take its course."

Rohart opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking into Klein's eyes, which burned with an unwavering will beneath the ice, and then at Lancelot's cold expression of "it should have been this way long ago," he finally just gritted his teeth and let out a suppressed "*" from his throat.

The red-haired female soldier suddenly turned around, filled with anxiety and anger, and slammed open the study door.

The door frame behind him groaned under the weight.

Klein stood alone by the study window, his icy blue eyes fixed on the AI ​​screen. His fingertips unconsciously traced the cool patterns on the star map, specifically the star belt of the Cathedral of Stars.

A powerful ruler...

No matter what game you're playing, no matter what lies hidden beneath the glory of that holy city...

wait for me.