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

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Orion leaned back in his seat and chuckled again.

In the darkness, Atticus's face appeared, as if he were crying beside him.

His foolish older brother, who was first a parasite, always carried a touch of self-righteous, compassionate tolerance. He believed he would change for the better, he believed in love, and he believed in that utter nonsense about how being good to others would inevitably lead to being good to them in return.

He was killed by the male insect he personally selected and promoted to a high position.

Why? Because the male insect wanted the highest power and was unwilling to be subordinate to him.

Once you've gained a little, you want more.

Love. Ha.

Only his foolish brother and his foolish little nephew would believe such nonsense meant for children.

The Empire needs male insects? Yes, the Empire needs those useless creatures still dominated by primitive instincts to provide genetic sequences to ensure reproduction. Male insects die if they are unhappy, and female insects feeding male insects is like raising a group of breeding pigs that need to be carefully fed to ensure they don't die.

The empire needs males, but he doesn't.

What? He doesn't want males, he doesn't want offspring, what will happen to the throne? Who will inherit it?

Hahahaha, he's already dead, why would he care who gets the throne?

Pass it to whoever wants to. Let the candidates play, and when only one is left, the winner passes it to them.

Why must you have a child just to inherit the throne?

Does it look like that kind of insect to you? :)

The throne is nothing compared to himself :)

He fully approved of his foolish nephew's treatment of the male insect, but the little brat wasn't ruthless enough.

That little brat has already disciplined the male insects, yet he still talks about equality, only abolishing the male insects' privileges.

That's ridiculous. How can male and female insects be treated equally? Just because they're those useless male insects?

If he succeeds to the throne, he will make all males, including humans, the new bottom of society.

What precious resources, what spiritual pillars—it's all just indulgence.

Female insects are born with power and should be at the top of society. Male insects are only fit to stay at the feet of females, like domesticated pets, using their flattery, their fertility, and their meager remaining mental strength to exchange for resources to survive.

Their only value is to have their genes extracted like milking a cow when needed, or to provide emotional value to female insects.

If it gets old, worn out, or you don't like it anymore, just throw it away. Anything that tries to rebel, crush it. If it doesn't obey, then disappear.

Male insects are mentally fragile? So what? They'll just die. There are humans now, after all.

Ferdinand's face, brimming with passion and ambition, flashed before my eyes.

Handsome? He is indeed quite handsome.

A handsome body filled with desire, as greedy as his father, hoping to rise to the top by climbing up to female insects.

There are plenty of people like that among humanity.

There may be no shortage of human resistance, but there will also be no shortage of those who just want to survive.

Intelligent beings are born with desires; the ability to control desires and cultivate morality are things they learn through education. If we eliminate human education in the future, and through generations of selection and training, they can be made obedient, much like breeding pets, eliminating all the disobedient and inferior ones, leaving only the obedient and lovable ones.

After three generations, the mainstream human personality will be basically formed, and they will completely forget their past and become a gentle, cute, and precious male insect species.

In situations like this, anything that rebels is rather endearing. There are always some mischievous females who love prickly, unfriendly little pets.

Let's keep the omega too. He feels omegas are really good at being confidants; keeping them around to relieve boredom is a good idea. Keeping omegas also makes it easier to quickly produce more obedient alphas.

He will rebuild an efficient and rigorous order that belongs to the female will.

Orion gave a lazy chuckle.

The adjutant, sensing that he was in a better mood, turned back and asked, "Your Highness, those people—humans, the Alliance—they're completely useless. Why should we cooperate with them?"

They can do it themselves, so why should they cooperate with those useless humans?

Orion said, "That's because they are the Union of Humans. One of the highest authorities in the Federation of Humans."

The adjutant looked puzzled but indicated that he was listening.

"If things come to light, that's just an internal conflict among them. What does it have to do with us? We haven't done anything. A dinner? A polite social event. A gift? Diplomatic courtesy. Ferdinand? I only have a slight liking for him; after all, he fawned over me and is good-looking—it's only natural."

"The Human Alliance Director wants to eliminate the Human Crown Princess because he sees her as an obstacle to his rise to power and a stumbling block to his son's ascension. If this is exposed, it's because he did it on his own initiative to gain power; how can he say I ordered it? Does he have any evidence?"

"We just need to wait. If it succeeds, that's great, we can reap the benefits. Even if it fails, it's fine, the humans' plot to kill the Zerg Crown Princess will just ruin the diplomatic negotiations."

Humanity is embroiled in political infighting and power struggles. The Alliance Director plots to murder the Zerg Crown Princess.

This scandal is enough to embarrass the Human Federation, and the Insect Emperor can issue a condemnation or even send troops directly.

The Zerg people's impression of humans will plummet, and it will be much harder for that brat Crown Prince to push forward any peace policies.

Even if it's not that serious, the Crown Prince's declining popularity is a good thing for them, as it will give them more opportunities.

"Understood," the adjutant replied knowingly.

Orion slumped back in his chair: "Sigh, now we have to learn to use others to do our dirty work. We have no choice. My reputation isn't great right now, and we can't let them find fault with me again..."

As they were talking, a vibration came from the inside of Orion's wrist.

"Hmm?" Orion looked down.

This message came from the official administrative office of Lehrnia.

[Your Highness, the Liernia New Year Celebration will be held at the Liernia Grand Palace at 12:00 noon the day after tomorrow (January 1st, Universal Calendar). Please arrive at the palace reception room before 8:00 AM on that day for a rehearsal. No delays will be tolerated.]

Every New Year, the Zerg Empire holds a grand ceremony at the Grand Palace of Liernia, which all members of the royal family and high-ranking officials of the Empire must attend.

This celebration is like the Zerg's Spring Festival Gala; every step has a fixed ritual that needs to be rehearsed in advance to avoid problems during the actual event. The celebration is broadcast live to the entire universe, showcasing unity and demonstrating majesty. It is a tradition, but also a political mission, and no one can be absent except for matters of life and death.

"Your Highness?" the adjutant asked.

"The New Year celebrations have arrived again. The Imperial authorities have notified us to return and participate in the celebrations."

Oh. The adjutant then remembered that it was New Year's Day in Liernia.

Orion looked up and pondered for a moment.

They'll arrive at the Grand Palace the day after tomorrow morning, which means they'll have to return to the Empire by tomorrow night at the latest. The journey will take another seven or eight hours. Should they travel back tonight, or tomorrow?

Sigh, never mind, too long might lead to unforeseen problems. To avoid getting stuck, I'd better leave tonight.

"Prepare the spaceship and head to the spaceport. Let's say hello to the humans; we're in a hurry to get back for the celebration and will depart for Liernia immediately."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The adjutant opened the data panel and began operating it.

I informed the Ministry of Foreign Affairs that I needed to return to the Empire for a few days.

Notify the airport that the Guard Fleet is ready, clear the dedicated airway, and activate wormhole access permissions.

The hovercar made a graceful turn, changed direction, and headed towards Washington Airport on the East Coast.

Outside the car window, the sea stretched to the horizon, with stars reflected on its surface.

Orion rested his chin on his hand, admiring the scene, then saw his adjutant put down the data panel.

"nailed it?"

"The ship is warmed up, and the flight path application has been approved instantly. The guard is expected to be assembled in fifteen minutes," the adjutant reported. "The journey from the Human Federation back to the central planet is expected to require three wormhole jumps, with a standard travel time of seven hours. However, there are still some checkpoints to review, so the actual travel time is estimated to be around eight hours. Once you're on the ship, you can take a nap. We'll arrive at the central planet tomorrow morning."

"Steady, Sasha," Orion complimented him.

The vehicles continued toward the airport.

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The closer they got to the airport, the more restless Orion felt.

Although I'm happy to be back on the central planet, I'll have to see that old bastard, the Insect King, again.

Ugh, this is so annoying, when can I finally kill them all?

Orion closed his eyes in frustration, trying to soothe himself.

Just bear with it a little longer, just bear with it a little longer, it'll be almost time, we'll be able to kill that stupid old bastard, the Insect King.

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Meanwhile, the Crown Prince had already prepared a hidden army of female soldiers, intending to take action against Orion.

Tonight is a dark and windy night, perfect for killing insects.

I originally planned to make my move tomorrow, but then I received a message from an undercover agent that night, saying that Orion was attending a banquet at the Alliance Director's private residence without many guards.

The Alliance Director's private vacation residence is located by the sea, far from the city, and the return journey involves passing through a long, almost deserted seaside promenade.

Holy crap, this is a golden opportunity!

We ambushed him right there; it was perfect.

All female military personnel on Earth were to be deployed nearby. Once Orion arrived, they would swarm him, activate their highest authority, and kill him without capturing him alive.

Operation codename: Sweep.

Although the female Zerg is very strong, she can still die under the barrage of Zerg technology.

What creature in the world is indestructible by bullets? If there is, then let's take a few more shots.

In the quiet basement of the villa, the Crown Prince set up a virtual sand table and a monitoring command center. Nearly five thousand female soldiers surrounded the area within several kilometers of that stretch of road, establishing an ambush point along the coastal highway.

"All units prepare for full armament. Await Orion's entry into the encirclement and immediately cut off his hovercraft's communications and power supply. Once he reveals his insect form, authorize the use of heavy firepower to ensure the target's complete annihilation. Be alert for any potential armed conflict from his subordinates on the perimeter and authorize the use of lethal force to eliminate all resistance."

"The network team will infiltrate the communication network and ensure complete signal jamming in the area once the operation begins."

"Intelligence team, simultaneously receive all instructions from the undercover agent to build a trajectory model. I need Orion's real-time movement trajectory accurate to the meter, as well as the real-time dynamics of all his guards."

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As orders were issued, the nearly five thousand female soldiers in hiding wove themselves into a trap, waiting for Orion to enter the encirclement so they could catch him like a turtle in a jar!

After issuing the final instruction, the Crown Prince pressed the confirmation button on the side of the sand table.

The command was confirmed and executed immediately!

The deep blue screen instantly transformed into a virtual image of the coastal boulevard.

A red dot representing Orion is moving at a steady speed along the seaside boulevard in a semi-transparent hovercar.

Leaving this cancerous tumor like Orion will only pollute the land in the future.

At 11 PM human time, the Orion cleanup operation officially began!