A is in StarCraft, just disembarked from the Zerg Prince spaceship.

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The Insect King was very satisfied with the submitted experimental results.

The concise data charts, experimental results summary, and holographic screenshots of the drug trial results in the report were the sweetest wine he had ever seen in his life.

Power is the finest wine; just a sniff reveals its fragrance.

[The peak power increase consistently exceeds the theoretical value by 1000%...]

[The shell density reaches the level of standard starship armor plating...]

What beautiful words!

What a wonderful future.

Billions of people, having ingested the enhancement drug, surged forth in an overwhelming, loyal tide of black warriors, marching toward the direction he indicated.

Even legions tremble under such power.

When he took control of over 90% of the Zerg, these were once weak... once-weak races.

Even the crown prince, who had married a member of a different race and whose power was growing, could only helplessly submit to his majesty, respectfully calling him "Mighty Father," and only able to inherit the throne from him after his death...

Hahahahahaha.

Power! Absolute power!

Although he is weak, he can still command the powerful.

No insect in the empire will be able to defy him anymore.

The Insect King, holding the drug trial report, ordered with satisfaction: "Don't suppress the decree I drafted last time. Immediately issue a proclamation throughout the entire empire, restoring His Highness Orion to his position as the Second Prince of the Empire! Proclaim this to the entire empire..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

"His Majesty!"

A hurried announcement, barely concealing panic, suddenly came from outside the door.

"Come in."

The heavy, gilded gate was pushed open, and the captain of the guards rushed in through the door.

He was dressed in a crisp Guards uniform, but his face was unusually panicked. He didn't even have time to perform the full audience ceremony before he hurriedly knelt on one knee to report:

"—Your Majesty! Urgent report from the palace gates! Several...several noblemen of marriageable age are gathered outside the palace gates, weeping bitterly! They demand an audience with Your Majesty!"

"?" The Insect King frowned.

What is that?

Nobility? Marriageable age? Male insect? Collective? Weeping?

Why can't he understand these words when they're put together?

"What? Be more specific, how many are there?"

"There are already nearly ten, and the exact number is still increasing. The palace guards have tried to persuade them according to regulations, but the gentlemen are adamant. Some of them said that if His Majesty does not see them, they will commit suicide in front of the palace gates."

The captain of the guards was sweating.

If those young male insects from noble families were to die suddenly, their heads would probably be in serious trouble.

This is really troublesome.

The Insect King impatiently folded up the drug trial report and put it aside, ordering, "Never mind, let them in."

Although his expression suggested he wanted to chase them away.

"Yes." The captain of the guards quickly went out to relay the message.

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The heavy, gilded gate was once again slowly pushed open by the guards from both sides.

The sweltering air outside rushed in, bringing with it a slightly sweet breeze that mixed expensive fragrances with youthful energy.

Before the insects even entered, a crying sound was heard.

A group of richly dressed, exquisitely handsome young male insects walked in, pulling and tugging at each other.

Most of them were between teenagers and young adults, with well-maintained and beautiful faces. They wore the latest embroidered formal wear from the empire, their hair was meticulously combed, and they were adorned with luxurious gold and silver jewelry from head to toe, showcasing their superior family background and elegance.

However, when a group of insects are mourning, even the most meticulously crafted elegance will vanish completely.

They huddled together, their steps a little unsteady, tugging at each other's sleeves or hems, needing to lean on one another to keep their balance.

There's no need to expect such young males to pay their respects politely.

As the group entered the hall, sobs rose and fell, and no one knew what they were crying about.

The first few had red eyes, and tears streamed down the round, delicate cheeks of the young boy, soaking his expensive clothes.

"Stop." The Insect King saw that they were practically trying to walk onto the throne, so he quickly stopped them.

The Insect King asked unhappily, "What is it?"

They come to the emperor weeping and wailing; what bad luck! Has someone died? Why are they coming here to mourn?

The leader was a blond boy who tried to straighten his back and maintain a noble demeanor, but his slightly trembling lower lip and reddened nose still looked incredibly aggrieved.

Relying on their childhood bond at the emperor's side, he walked a few steps to the throne before looking at the insect emperor with teary eyes. Forcing back tears, he spoke in a heavily nasal, extremely aggrieved voice, "Your Majesty, you must...you must do justice for us!"

This sentence suddenly opened the floodgates.

The sobbing behind him suddenly grew louder, and several young male insects covered their faces and began to sob, filling the hall with a mournful atmosphere that was almost like mourning at a grave.

It's suffocating.

The Insect King took a deep breath.

The young male insects cried and sobbed, "The females...the females don't even care about us anymore!"

Another, slightly older male insect vigorously wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, his voice trembling with tears, and said, "They...they only care about fawning over those...those alien races from who-knows-where! Offering them gifts! They don't even...don't even want to glance at us!"

"Exactly! We've become...we've become slugs that everyone wants to beat up!"

Another voice, choked with sobs, rang out: "Walking on the street, those female insects have lost all basic manners! It wasn't like this before...it wasn't like this before!"

"Your Majesty! If this continues... what will become of the status of us male insects? Our dignity as male insects will be completely destroyed!"

They talked all at once, their words incoherent, their cries shrill and whimpering.

This is incredibly unlucky.

"What exactly happened?" the Insect King asked, barely suppressing his impatience.

The blond little male insect at the front let out a loud sob!

Seeing that he was crying so hard he was almost having a seizure, a small male insect next to him spoke up to explain for him:

"Your Majesty, the female insect Bedin from the Treasurer's household had been pursuing Field, but Field wanted to think it over and didn't agree to be with him."

"These days, Field finally made up his mind to marry Bedin as his queen, but then he discovered he couldn't contact her at all. Field called us to the Treasurer's house to find out what was going on, only to find out that Bedin had already started dating a human tourist!"

"Field is a Grade A male insect! That's the highest grade for male insects, and even he's like this..."

The male insect couldn't continue speaking.

He started crying too.

When they heard the news in front of the Minister of Finance, they were all shocked. They then remembered that those female sycophants who used to harass them had not contacted them for a long time.

As a result, nine out of ten attempts to communicate with the female insects were unsuccessful. The few that did get through politely informed them: "I'm sorry, sir, they all already have male masters/fiancés."

Previously, the female insects that had hooked up with humans were just hard-boiled military women or ordinary people with little money, and they didn't take them seriously. Now they suddenly realized that even noble female insects had their eyes on humans.

"Now, on the central star, almost all the powerful and influential female insects have their eyes on humans..." the blond male insect sobbed. "Your Majesty, what... what are we going to do in the future..."

"Exactly, exactly. Our status as male Zerg has almost fallen to the very bottom of the Zerg hierarchy..."

"Those lowly women don't want to marry us anymore..."

The cries of the young male insects mingled together, aggrievedly accusing the females of changing their minds and the cold treatment they had received.

She twisted her handkerchief, wiped away her tears, her eyes red and swollen from crying, feeling utterly wronged.

Standing in the shadow of the throne, a submissive female insect servant, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, subtly tilted her head and pursed her lips downwards.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible change in expression, carrying a subtle hint of cold sarcasm.

When did male insects fall to the bottom of the social hierarchy?

Although male insects no longer have special privileges, which female insect still gives them a wide berth when walking on the street?

The protective instinct of a female insect towards a male insect cannot be changed overnight.

The truth is that the male insects have always been pampered and held in high esteem. Now that there are more male insects and the Crown Prince has abolished the privilege law, their status has slightly declined, and they can't accept it.

To put it bluntly, they still want special privileges.

And then there was Young Master Field, who cried the loudest.

Saying they'll think about it and that they've thought it through means they didn't like the other person before and didn't give them a response, so they want to be more selective.

Now that humans have arrived, the male insects' status has plummeted. They can't find any suitors of higher status, so they quickly try to contact their exes, only to find that the exes have already moved on to someone else.

That's why we're in a hurry, isn't it?