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

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"Stop crying!" The Insect King slammed his hand on the table, his head aching from their crying, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

He knew before that the arrival of humans would affect the status of male insects, but he did not expect it to have such a big impact.

The Insect King raised his hand and rubbed his temples in frustration.

It was too noisy. His already groggy head felt like it was being pricked by countless needles.

The hall was filled with sobs and halting accusations.

The room was filled with people wiping away tears with handkerchiefs, twisting the corners of their clothes and sobbing. The little male insect, who was all bark and no bite, seemed to have his neck choked, his eyes wide open and still glistening with tears, not even daring to sniffle.

The Insect King favored the young male insects, who frequently visited the Imperial Palace and had practically grown up in the Emperor's presence, knowing his unpredictable temper.

Waaah, they're so wronged.

But if you speak up now, you might get kicked out.

The endless stream of female suitors has disappeared, and the family, who used to treat them like precious jewels, now seems to be giving up on them.

It's not that their treatment has worsened; everything is still the same as before: exquisite food, beautiful clothes, and expensive jewelry.

But... I don't know why, I just have this feeling of having lost my status.

The Insect King is their only hope now. If they are driven out again, they really don't know what to do.

The Insect King closed his eyes and rubbed his temples again.

He wasn't unaware that the arrival of humans and the influx of those alien male insects would change things.

He knew this would affect the status of male insects, but he hadn't paid attention to it before. After all, there were only so many male insects, so how much of an impact could it have?

But the impact has already been so great.

It was so great that these pampered male insects, who were always arrogant and haughty, had to lower themselves and come to him in tears.

The situation is really bad.

The females are now gradually getting used to not taking the males seriously.

If things continue like this, even if he eventually gains immense power and the crown prince returns to kneel and admit his mistakes, the male insect's status will never be the same again.

If you hang cotton that has fallen to the ground high up and tell others it's a cloud, who will believe you?

That won't do, absolutely not.

The king insect is also a male insect, and the status of a male insect is closely related to his status.

The wailing and crying of the young males is not an exaggeration, but a real, imminent threat.

The Insect King pressed his fingers harder against his temples.

He pondered for a long time, his expression turning deep and chilling, and ordered the messenger: "Stop issuing the decree for now, and summon Orion to the palace for an audience."

The messenger immediately received the order: "Yes, sir."

The messenger respectfully withdrew.

The insect king faced the group of young male insects and ordered, "You all go back first."

"Your Majesty!" They were about to start crying again.

"Stop crying! Go back!" The Insect King slammed his hand on the table again, emphasizing his words.

These little males are indeed spoiled; they dare to disobey his orders. They need to be taught a lesson.

"All of you, go back and stay home for three days to temper your tempers. You are not allowed to leave the house during these three days."

A young male insect wanted to protest, but his companions quickly covered his mouth to stop him from speaking and pulled him out.

Don't let the Insect King lead you astray for a few days and then forget who he is. His Majesty the Insect King has no insect nature; his personality has always been unpredictable.

If you really anger him, he doesn't care about any laws. He might drag you out and whip you right now. If you provoke him again, he might drag you out and behead you.

He even harms his own insect offspring, what kind of person are you?

The young male insect was dragged along by his companions, and the swarm of insects went out again in a grand procession.

The Insect King sat on his throne, rubbing his temples. This time, he didn't have to wait more than a few minutes before the captain of the guard came in to report that Orion had arrived.

The Insect King ordered, "Let him in."

The doors opened, and the sweltering wind and sunlight from outside once again filled the reception hall.

Orion entered and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

I wonder what this old man is up to this time.

However, inviting him over is unlikely to bring anything good.

The Insect King's short, slender body was sunken into the wide golden throne, his feet not even touching the ground, like a thin bean sprout stuck on the throne.

He was surprisingly at ease with Orion, waving his hand to dismiss all the servants.

The heavy palace gates closed, leaving only two insects in the hall.

Orion preemptively asked, "I wonder what Your Majesty's purpose is in summoning me here?"

"Lord Orion," the Insect King said with a friendly expression.

"Yes." Orion bowed respectfully.

Judging from that commotion, you can tell that old bastard is up to something stupid again.

"You say the status of the Imperial Insectoids now..." The Insect King's cloudy blue eyes looked at Orion, who stood below the throne: "Has it fallen too quickly?"

Orion stood with his hands at his sides, his eyes lowered, concealing all emotion: "I have just returned to the Empire and am not yet very familiar with this matter."

He simply stared at the smooth, mirror-like obsidian floor tiles, his tone unusually calm, leaving no room for criticism.

The Insect King said, "A group of little male insects just came to me crying, saying that the noble female insects of the empire now prefer to find humans as their male masters."

"Is that so?" Orion replied naturally.

He was like a straight man, the most obedient subject of the insect king, waiting for the king's instructions.

The Insect King unconsciously tapped his fingers a few times on the golden armrest, making a soft "tap, tap" sound.

His gaze lingered on Orion's lowered head for a moment, trying to penetrate the obsequious facade and uncover his true attitude.

The insect king continued, "The number of alien male insects... is increasing, and the female insects can only see them."

"Male insects, heh heh, male insects are becoming mere decorations. If this continues, the foundation of the empire will truly rot." He chuckled enigmatically.

"That's really bad news," Orion continued calmly.

The Insect King leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Orion: "Lord Orion."

The Insect King's voice became unusually slow and unfathomable: "Do you have any ideas?"

This question has finally been raised.

A cold smile flashed across Orion's lowered face.

His gaze, from the throne, was sharp yet clouded, carrying an unavoidable scrutiny.

It seems they want him to mess with humans.

It's unclear whether they want him to expel or kill all the humans within the Zerg Empire.

He could clearly see the Insect King's anxiety, panic, and morbid hope.

Method?

The old man already knew the answer in his heart; he just needed someone to say it for him and someone to bear the burden of this sinful reputation.

Orion knew perfectly well what was going on.

He raised his head, his calm and respectful expression unchanged, even appearing more earnest, as he met the Insect King's scrutiny with composure: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I am foolish and do not know what to do."

He then bowed slightly, humble and respectful: "But I believe Your Majesty's wisdom is profound and insightful, and you must have already made a decision, right?"

"I still want to ask for your opinion."

"This matter concerns the very foundation of the empire's bloodline, its weight is heavier than mountains; how could I, a mere subject, speak of such a thing?"

The last sentence is, "He kicked the ball so hard it didn't even touch him."

I don't know, I don't understand, I don't know.

The problem will be returned to its original source.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The bright light from the crystal chandelier spilled between the two of them, and the steps of the throne created an invisible chasm.

The Insect King's facial muscles twitched slightly.

A crack appeared on his usually inscrutable face, revealing a hint of annoyance at having his intentions exposed.

His slender fingers tightened suddenly on the armrest, so hard that his knuckles cracked.

How dare that stray dog ​​Orion speak to him like that?

She actually pretended to be stupid with him.