Zerg Survival Record

"Still watching?" Cyril's tone was a little sour.

Lan Yin withdrew his gaze with difficulty, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

There were only them and the bug in the closed practice room, but the red mecha in the center stood there like the most loyal guardian.

Its lines are elegant and cool, yet simple and sharp.

His whole body was covered in red flames as if he had walked out of molten lava, and he was tall, dazzling and unparalleled.

The wings are black, serving as both wings and weapons.

Lan Yin could imagine how powerful and majestic the force would be when it moved.

He had seen its prototype, the mecha he was in the mecha research laboratory of the Sixth Legion on the planet Alandi.

"It belongs to you now," Cyril said.

His eyes were focused and serious: "You are a warrior, you should have your own weapons."

Lan Yin was stunned for a moment, looked at him, and finally said: "Is this what they mean?"

"No." Cyril denied. "That's what I meant."

Lan Yin was shocked. It was undeniable that he was touched for a moment, but in the end he asked, "What do you want me to do?"

After hearing this, Cyril's eyes flashed with disappointment.

He lowered his eyelashes to hide his current emotions and said, "I hope that if you have the opportunity, you can come to the Sixth Legion to serve. The soldiers need you."

Lan Yin sighed inwardly, realizing that he was not telling the truth, but she didn't know that it was indeed a misunderstanding on her part.

You know, he said he would take up a position in the Sixth Legion just yesterday, and customizing a mecha would take time, if not a year or two.

This means that the mecha had already been manufactured before Lan Yin woke up.

Of course, only the appearance is the same, and the technology is still his own. After all, the mecha brought by Lan Yin is too advanced and cannot be used freely.

But this red mecha also used the best Zerg technology and was made by a mecha master.

"Thank you, Brother Xi Ruier." Lan Yin said solemnly: "If possible, I will come."

Compared to the Imperial Capital Star, the army is relatively stable, and there are acquaintances there. He is also willing to soothe the spiritual sea of the female soldiers.

Cyril reached out and touched his head.

Lan Yin's face changed instantly, but considering the mecha given by this big boss, he still endured it.

He really liked this mecha, and judging by Cyril's handwriting, it was probably tailor-made for him. If he refused, it would probably become a pile of scrap metal.

After all, he is a male insect, and male insects rarely control mechas. They are more focused on manufacturing mechas, which is their strong point.

There are huge differences between female insects and male insects, and female insects cannot use the male insects' mechas.

Another thing is that if Lan Yin accepted the mecha, Cyril would feel at ease, otherwise he might think that Lan Yin wanted more.

As for the return gift?

Lan Yin is in some pain, let’s see what happens later!

"By the way, how do I take this mecha away?" He asked Cyril with a question mark on his face.

The great commander of the Sixth Legion reminded him, "Don't you know how to use a suitcase made of space-folding technology to carry things?"

Lan Yin was in pain again: "But I promised Blue that it would be used to store daily necessities."

The legion commander's heart ached for a moment, and he was very puzzled. "Since you know about space folding technology, why didn't you think of the mecha having a special space prop?"

"Space button?" Lan Yin frowned. "Isn't it closed to ordinary citizens and used by the military?"

Otherwise, he would have to buy one or two at least, and then buy a few starships that could be used for escape, even if it would bankrupt him.

Cyril sighed. To be honest, he sighed too much when facing this male insect, and he might have sighed away all his luck.

"I remember asking Calvin to give you some authority." He said weakly.

Lan Yin was also depressed: "But isn't that only on the planet Aranti?"

"But with the popularization of mechas, space buttons have gradually appeared on the market," he said.

As long as there is demand, it is unlikely to completely cut off the supply. After all, there are policies from the top and countermeasures from the bottom.

Fortunately, the authorities handled the issue promptly, turning most of the private properties into public ones, and requiring all the bugs that purchased the space buttons to register their identities one by one, thus avoiding a chaotic situation.

Although Alanti is a medium-sized border planet, the official also sells space buttons publicly.

With Lan Yin's identity and the authority given to him by Cyril, it is not a problem for him to get one for free.

But after Lan Yin came to Yalandi, except for unnecessary outings, he became a qualified stay-at-home boy, and he also had to read books patiently.

This is not something that can be done with just a good memory. It requires you to be calm and focused, otherwise you will just stare at the cover of the book from morning to night.

Therefore, he seldom turned to the entertainment section, and the forums he read mostly talked about law and politics, for fear of being led astray.

The issue of the space button is not a hot topic. It is a common thing for interstellar Zerg and will not be mentioned specifically unless the authorities deliberately condone it.

Since Lan Yin didn't search for posts, of course she had no chance to see it.

"The official store of Yalandi has a special sales store. If you go there to register, you can get one for free." Cyril asked him to bring the computer and turn it on.

Lan Yin only saw his fingers operating the light screen quickly, his expression serious, his blue eyes focused to the point of coldness.

He suddenly felt that cold-blooded animals like the Zerg had some coolness in them, like icy ancient weapons, dangerous and fascinating.

Lan Yin was a man after all, and he admired this kind of beauty that was dazzling because of its strength. He deeply felt that if Cyril was a corpse, he might fall in love with him at once.

It's not that he has an unspeakable habit, but only dead objects can give him the ultimate sense of security.

He lowered his eyes, it seemed that he had completely become a psychopath.

Cyril had no idea that this guy would have such a bad idea. Perhaps if he had known, he would still refuse to admit defeat and compare who was more perverted.

But now, he gestured to Lan Yin to look at the shopping interface on the screen, which had various space buttons on it.

When Lan Yin saw it, he was shocked by the high price.

He reviewed the law he had learned in his mind, and within a moment, he gave up the idea of becoming a prisoner, so that the interstellar world would have lost a crazy lunatic named Zhang San.

He regretted it. If he had carefully considered his benefits, perhaps this mecha would have found a new home, but now he could only choose from here.

There was no other way. For the sake of his beautiful mecha wife, he had to spend money and he was happy to do it.

But he really didn't understand the pros and cons of the space button.

By the way, since coming to the interstellar space, he has been useless except for being illiterate.

I really don't understand why other time travelers can easily thrive and have successful careers in the interstellar age.

After all, no one is a fool, and the ideas you come up with may not be unexpected by others.

Especially since the total interstellar population is so large, it cannot be compared with just one planet.

Besides, for someone like him who traveled through time without strength, identity, or connections, no matter how good his things were, he would not be able to sell them, and they might even be robbed or exploited.

Lan Yin only had a name among the big insects like the Zerg because of his inexplicable identity and rank as a male insect, otherwise his ending would not have been much better.

Cyril recommended a few with the highest sex value, saying, "The more fancy the item, the more expensive it is. However, its practicality depends entirely on the conscience of the manufacturer. Generally speaking, male insects don't lack money."

His meaningful look made Lan Yin want to sigh.

That’s right, he is that unusual male insect who is short of money.