Are the insects who raise little trash in their home male insects?

Kata knew that some of the nobles who were bored and playful would often make random phone calls, or the guards would rush to call a medical team if they heard a cough.

It was because he knew they would misunderstand that he made three calls in a row.

The doctors operated the instruments with trepidation, looking at them coldly from behind and scanning them.

Qi Shan felt like he had been in a coma for a long time. He couldn't tell the difference between day and night. Insects were coming and going around him. He couldn't even tell whether he was awake or dreaming.

Countless voices surrounded his ears, young or old.

"It's so painful. Are male and female insects really the same creature?"

"I've had enough of being a slave."

“If male insects become scarce, will we be respected?”

"No, even if male insects become scarce, we still cannot be free."

"As long as female insects exist, male insects will always be commodities for trade."

"Let them die, let their clan be exterminated!"

The resentful voice repeated over and over again.

Qi Shan opened his eyes at some point, as if he had experienced the long life of an insect.

He was exchanged as material at birth, and when he grew up, he wandered among strange female insects in order to survive. The number of male insects around him gradually decreased, and he was also caught and imprisoned.

"This was the ordinary life of a male insect a hundred years ago."

Qi Shan turned around and saw a big insect with pink hair behind him. His appearance was only considered pretty among male insects. "Who are you?"

The pink-haired bug chuckled, "I'm also surprised that you've seen this far."

Qi Shan looked at the slide-like scene in front of him, which seemed a little distorted: "Will male insects see these when they cocoon for the second time?"

"It should be so. This is a legacy engraved in the genes of male insects," the pink-haired insect sighed regretfully, "Unfortunately, the potential of today's insects is too poor. Basically, they faint at the first sight."

Qi Shan almost cursed. What kind of inheritance is this? Whose inheritance is this? It's a painful inheritance.

The pink-haired bug put his index finger against his mouth and said, "Little bug, don't say bad words~"

Can he hear what I am thinking? Qi Shan was shocked.

"Although I would like to hear what you are thinking, unfortunately, I don't have the ability to do so."

You liar, can't you hear it?

"But you are still so calm after seeing this. Do you naturally not care?" The pink-haired bug looked at him curiously, "And you are so young? Are you twelve years old?"

Qi Shan did not answer, but asked: "When can I go out?"

"Don't worry. The longer you cocoon, the farther you can go after three cocoons."

"Three times of cocooning?" Qi Shan looked at him strangely. "It has been more than fifty years since a worm cocooned three times."

"More than fifty years," the pink-haired worm said helplessly, "So it's been that long. Congratulations on becoming the number one worm in fifty years."

He didn't react at all when looking at the little bug in front of him.

He suddenly appeared in front of the little bug like a ghost: "How about it, are you angry after seeing these? As long as the male bug is not willing, the chance of male bug eggs appearing will be very small."

So the number of male insects is decreasing. Is this the reason?

Qi Shan still had no expression on his face. The pink-haired worm said in a bored tone, "You are so boring. Can't you have some expression at such a young age? Not angry or happy. Wouldn't it be painful to see your own kind die?"

The scene just happened to show a male insect being eaten.

"Many years ago, some female insects believed that they would become stronger by eating male insects." The pink-haired insect watched the scene calmly.

"Will you forgive the female insect on their behalf?"

There was no smile in his eyes anymore. It might be better to say that the enthusiasm he showed at the beginning was all fake, and the coldness now was the real him.

"I am not them, so I have no right to forgive, and they are not me," Qi Shan does not fall for moral blackmail.

He was not an inexperienced insect cub. He was born and raised on a barren planet. He knew the dark side of female insects very well. He had been stabbed in the back by insects countless times and was almost cooked.

It didn’t matter if it was teased as a toy, played with as a pet, or dragged away as food. That dignified human soul died in a winter of near starvation.

He just wanted to survive, no matter what, he had to survive first. He was so hungry that he ate tree bark, chewed grass roots, and stuffed small insects into his mouth.

He must do everything he can to stay alive, because if he dies, the system will die with him.

Dignity, backbone, and dreams.

Only when you are alive are you qualified to fantasize.

To say the least, it was Omon who saved him and gave him the dignity of an intelligent creature.

Female insects are cruel, but not just to male insects, especially female insects on the verge of life and death. Even if they know that he is a male insect at the time, they will not change their attitude towards him. Oh no, they will treat him as a salable commodity.

Isn't this fair?

Make use of everything equally, become stronger, and survive.

Of course, any bugs that wanted to eat him were killed by him and the system.

The poison has no effect on Zerg, but it can cause a short period of coma. As long as they are unconscious, even he can lift a stone and smash the head of an adult Zerg bit by bit.

To put it another way, there is a human soul from another world in his body.

What does the male insect’s grudges have to do with him? What’s the point of talking about revenge or forgiveness?

Seeing that his calmness was not fake, the pink-haired worm was even more surprised: "You really have no feelings, no, you have no sense of belonging to the male worms? It's over, if all male worms nowadays are like you, male worms are doomed."

It's normal to have no sense of belonging. He is not an insect cub raised in the Rose House, and few of the adult male insects he comes into contact with are normal.

Either he encountered a big insect that used its mental power to suppress the little insects, or he encountered a big insect that acted as if he didn't exist, every time.

But Qi Shan didn't want to talk about this with the strange insect, so he looked at him and said, "I don't think it's useful to just hold onto hatred and hostility towards female insects."

The male insects are too weak, and even if they get angry or hateful, they will be treated as jokes by the female insects.

The resistance of the weak looks so cute.

"Instead of just saying that you hate each other, you should work hard to develop your own abilities. If you don't have enough physical strength, you can make up for it with other things."

What's the point of just jumping around if you don't develop yourself? Will you get tired of jumping and then be shot by the other party?

Or threatening the females by not reproducing? That's useful, but also ridiculous.

Before all the female insects died, the male insects had already become legends.

After all, the male insects are too weak and can only rely on the breath of the female insects to survive.

The Rose House blocks the male insects' freedom and also protects their lives.

The pink-haired bug didn't react, and the picture in front of it froze as if the signal was bad.

"You should go out," he said after an unknown amount of time.

"When you cocoon for the third time, I hope you will change your mind."

Seeing him smiling, Qi Shan stretched out his hand and pushed himself towards him. When he opened his eyes again, it was pitch black.

For a moment he thought there was something wrong with his eyes again.

Fortunately, he could still vaguely see his outline in the darkness. He curled up in the middle like a baby, surrounded by cocoon silk formed by spiritual lines, tightly wrapped around him.

His hands and feet were bound by the cocoon silk, unable to stretch out or use any strength. Then, a force behind him followed his consciousness and tore the huge cocoon apart.

As the cocoon silk becomes thinner, the limbs regain strength and the light becomes brighter.