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

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Orion grabbed the pharmacist's protective hood and hair and lifted him up with a fierce force, lifting the pharmacist off the ground.

The collar of the protective suit dug deep into the pharmacist's throat.

"Ugh—!" A muffled groan of suffocation came from beneath the mask.

Suspended in mid-air by the sturdy collar of the protective suit, with his air supply cut off, the pharmacist's hands futilely tore at the collar of the protective suit and slapped Orion's hands.

But Orion wouldn't care about her little bit of strength.

She struggled beneath the oversized lab coat, like a tiny, dying fledgling in Orion's hands.

Orion coldly watched her struggle, leisurely counting the seconds.

As the count reached sixty, the apothecary's struggles began to weaken. Seeing that she was almost suffocating, Orion finally released her.

As expected, he's a fragile human omega; he can't even hold his breath for a minute.

boom!

Qin Qin's knees slammed heavily onto the cold alloy floor. She knelt, supporting herself with her hands, and burst into a heart-wrenching cough, trembling uncontrollably.

Orion looked down at her disheveled appearance: "Sigh, you've been lying to me for so many years."

They found her and her brother eighteen or nineteen years ago. Her brother was like an invisible, silent shadow, neither speaking nor useful. Fortunately, Qinqin was still somewhat useful.

She said she and her brother were female insects raised on a malnourished, remote planet, and that she was a pharmacist who was willing to work for him in exchange for saving her brother's life.

He suffered so much from being deceived.

Otherwise, he should have discovered Earth eighteen years ago, and there wouldn't be that little brat Lan jumping around here today.

Qinqin lay on the ground, still coughing and panting violently, her lungs burning and her throat aching as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

She was powerless to respond, and dared not respond.

Orion is a psychopath; the more you resist him, the more excited he gets.

Orion stopped looking at her, casually walked to the lab table, pulled over a chair, and sat down with an air of authority.

He crossed his legs, adopting a languid posture, and his gaze returned to Qin Qin, who was curled up on the ground.

"Where's your brother?"

He was capricious, and his voice returned to its familiar, fervent tone, as if the violence had never happened.

If I don't answer, he might go crazy again at any moment.

"...He," Qin Qin managed to sit up, clutching her neck, her voice hoarse as she struggled to squeeze out the words from her throbbing throat, "He...went to the medical pod..."

"Oh—" Orion drawled, then nodded in realization, "I see. It's been almost twenty years, and his injury still hasn't fully healed."

Qinqin fell silent.

Orion didn't really want her to answer; he was just stating a fact and reminding her of his life-saving grace.

She and Orion didn't have much to say to each other. There was never anything between them that could be called a conversation, only orders.

Orion sneered, deciding not to argue with her any further.

After traveling through human society, he learned that Qin Qin was a rare genius among humans.

He was always very tolerant of talented geniuses like him.

He stood up and looked at Qin Qin, who was still kneeling on the ground: "Alright, then you continue your research and try to reduce the side effects of the enhancement drug by another 10%. The time limit... let's do it before my next check-up."

"Otherwise, I'll throw your brother into the sea. Don't worry, he's in good enough shape to struggle in the water for a while longer, enough time for you to go crazy researching new drugs."

Qinqin's body stiffened abruptly, and even her hands trembled.

That lunatic would actually do it.

Orion was pleased with her reaction and squatted down beside her. "Don't worry, don't be afraid. Your treatment will remain the same as always—food, medical care, experimental resources... there will be no shortage. As for whether you are Zerg or human, I don't really care, as long as you are still useful, understand?"

Qin Qin remained silent and lowered her head.

Orion had received a satisfactory answer. He strode towards the laboratory door, intending to leave.

The door slid open, then he stopped, turning back before leaving with a smile.

"Qinqin, more than ten years ago I took you and your brother in and healed your brother. In exchange, you promised to repay me and serve me in the future. You humans value repaying kindness and keeping your promises. You wouldn't go back on your word, would you?"

Of course, they're locked up here, and there's no point in them changing their minds.

Qinqin's body trembled violently, as if she had been lashed by an invisible whip.

Yes, the conditions were promised by her own hand.

Orion didn't actually need her answer; he was just being cheeky and wanted to tease her.

I feel good now that I've done my dirty work.

After being scammed for over a decade, I've finally managed to get some of the money back.

"Hmph." Orion chuckled and left.

The heavy, airtight door to the laboratory was closed again.

In the laboratory, only Qin Qin remained kneeling on the ground, and outside the window, the eternally churning waves of the Dead Sea on Blackwater Planet echoed.

......

Orion walked in the black stone corridor outside the laboratory.

One side of the corridor is the smooth, hard black rock wall inside Black Rock Mountain, and the other side is a hollowed-out glass viewing window. Outside the huge viewing window, below the cliff, the black sea surges and crashes against the shore due to the gravity of the stars.

The waves surge in, crash against the shore, shatter, and slide down, endlessly repeating, carrying a sense of timeless power.

He stopped in front of the viewing window, gazing down at the coastline and the waves.

After waiting a while longer, feeling that the time was right, he made a call to a regular landline number.

Fixed communicators, what rare things! I never imagined that Lyrnia still used such things; I thought these ancient relics had been obsolete hundreds of years ago.

It seemed like the person on the other end had been waiting in front of the communicator the whole time. The communicator had only rung half a ring when they were immediately forced to answer it.

The voice on the other end was that of a fawning old female insect.

Orion wasn't in the mood for pretense and bluntly asked, "Is it done?"

"It's all taken care of, all taken care of." The old female insect smiled obsequiously. "Our child will definitely do it. Your Highness Orion, when will the power-enhancing drug be available...?"

"I'll send it to you as soon as it's done."

Orion hung up the phone with the old female insect, narrowed his eyes, and then made a communication call to the Alliance Director.

The communication connected, and before the Alliance Director on the other end could exchange pleasantries, Orion cut to the chase:

"Your Excellency, the time has come. Let's make our move."

"?" The Alliance Director hesitated. "What about those female guards...?"

Orion said, "I have my own way of doing things. You just need to do it."

The Alliance Director exclaimed, "Your Highness is truly resourceful! I'll send someone over immediately!"

......

The Federation of Humans, Earth, deep within the private residence of Director Rhodes.

The Alliance Director ended his communications with Orion.

He wasn't afraid that Orion was tricking him into going to his death, as killing him wouldn't benefit Orion at all.

Or rather, Orion was the one who most wanted the Crown Princess dead.

They share the same goal.

Then it seems that what Orion said was true; he really does have a way to deal with the Crown Prince's female army.

The risks are high, but the rewards are also high.

Success or failure hinges on this moment.

He dialed an internal number: "Make your move."

The instruction has been issued.

The laboratory area, located in the deepest part of the mansion's underground, which is sealed off by multiple biometric and energy shields, has been activated.

The alarm blared, the hidden alloy wall door opened, and a stark white light shone through.

The newly opened underground equipment room was filled with the smell of disinfectant and cold metal, and rows of weapons were displayed on equipment racks.

Several rows of soldiers silently assembled and stood in formation.

They wore specially made black combat suits that covered their fingertips, and their faces were also covered with combat masks, revealing only pairs of eyes that showed little emotion.

These are assassins that the Rodri family has secretly trained for decades at great expense, generation after generation.

The entire team is of high-level A rank, and is not much worse than the military's assault teams.

They were brainwashed from a young age, nurtured with all kinds of high-quality resources, and then went through a rigorous selection process, ultimately leaving behind this group of elites.

The assassins equipped themselves, and then each took a square piece the size of a plaster and pressed it against the side of their neck. The square unfolded, forming an optical camouflage film that could simulate the ambient light.

Their figures blended into the air, leaving only blurry outlines and heat sources.

Ready, the numerous assassins silently left the Alliance Director's residence through the underground secret passage.

The assassins set out and infiltrated the Yunnan residence of Crown Princess Gao Tian, ​​a major general.

The Alliance Director walked to the window and looked across at the deserted Commander-in-Chief Qi’s private residence, which was always eerily quiet, and he rarely returned home more than once a month.

What's the use of someone working tirelessly for the Federation? Humanity is still just a Level 1 civilization, and a Level 5 interstellar overlord could crush human civilization with a flick of its little finger.

He no longer wanted to be a weak human; he wanted to take over the Zerg Empire.

God gave alphas such good conditions, but those people don't know how to use them.

It's okay, he will.

Once the Crown Prince is gone, the next Queen of Insects will be Orion.

His son was handsome and charming, and had a father who was a human leader, making him the best marriage partner Orion wanted to win over humanity.

When his son became the Insect King—

No one can stop him from ascending to the heavens.