Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

The private room was not very spacious, with alternating red and blue lights from the ceiling lamps, accompanied by soft insectoid music in the background.

Four or five female insects sat scattered around, and several glasses of untouched cold water were casually placed on the glass table. The smell of smoke inside was extremely strong; as soon as Adrian stepped inside, he frowned as he was hit in the face by the gray smoke.

"Distinguished guests, this is our newest servant insect. He is a male, of rank A, and has already received excellent training. We hope you are satisfied."

The waiter, who had been walking ahead, stepped aside. He pushed Adrian a few steps forward and then placed the key that could unlock his handcuffs on the table.

The female insects' conversation inside gradually faded. Through the thin, pure black blindfold, Adrian sensed that they were all looking at him.

"It's an A-rank... Even the prince is only A-rank..."

"Judging from its appearance, it doesn't seem to be a male; it can soothe several at once..."

"...This is not for sale..."

Adrian stood still. He had maintained a slightly parted expression on his lips, his hands half-clenched, and his legs straight since he entered.

The insect servants had already carefully dressed him. Adrian couldn't see the situation inside the private room through the lace blindfold, so he could only use his mental power to subtly sense the female insects in front of him.

There are five in total, all wearing white masks.

These so-called VIPs must be prominent figures in the Zerg race, and they all wear masks to disguise themselves when they come to the black market's entertainment venues.

Adrian roughly estimated their levels; they were almost all around level A.

"What is your name?"

The faint background noise inside the private room was suddenly shut off, and the air inside became stagnant. Adrian could vaguely hear the sound of the female insects' leather shoes rubbing against the floor.

Adrian turned his head in the direction of the sound and looked at the corner of the sofa. His vision was still blurry, but he said, "Sir, I am number 618."

Here, one cannot utter any words related to their own insect-related information. The black market is a melting pot of all sorts of people; Adrian's mere fact that he is a male insect is enough to make him a target for countless female insects, who might even turn him into a sperm-extracting machine.

The female insect around the corner gave a cold, ambiguous laugh: "Come here."

Adrian paused, gripped the bread knife blade hidden in his sleeve, and slowly walked towards the corner.

The noise inside the private room subsided again, and the remaining female insects remained seated. They seemed accustomed to this scene, occasionally whispering a few words before sighing.

Adrian walked slowly. He was assessing the level of the female insect in front of him when he was suddenly pulled away by a strong force just as he stopped at the corner of the sofa.

Adrian's nerves tightened instantly. The female insect's arm was incredibly strong, almost crushing his bones as it pressed against his back.

"How long have you been here?" the female insect asked in a low voice.

A slight flaw was revealed in the angry tone. It was slightly different from the original, yet magnetic and familiar. Before Adrian could listen any further, the female insect timely stopped him from speaking.

Adrian blinked at the edge of the pure black lace. He was so suppressed by the female insect that he could hardly move. When he looked down, he smelled some pheromones on the edge of the female insect's neck.

Hidden within the thick smell of smoke, mixed with a chilling cold.

This is the scent of Adrian's own pheromones.

Adrian looked up, grabbed the female insect's sleeve, and said uncertainly, "I've only been here for a week."

"Just arrived a week ago?" The female insect pressed down on the back of Adrian's head, her movements not gentle, ruffling Adrian's previously carefully styled white hair into a ball. "I heard you're A-rank. Have you marked any female insects before?"

Adrian's white hair was loose, and he still wore lace eyeglasses. He said carefully, "No, I won't."

The female insect hissed, stood up, and ripped off Adrian's pure black eye patch.

Adrian frowned and opened his eyes. Inside the private room, various colors of light flickered alternately. The remaining female insects were scattered and leaning against the sofa. The light flashed quickly across their faces, illuminating their white masks in a second or two.

“I’ll take this male, the rest are yours.” Adrian was grabbed by the wrist. He looked up and saw the female briefly exchange a few words with the other VIPs before leading him out of the private room.

Adrian was dragged by him to the outer room, and he deliberately looked at the female insect's face.

The female insect wore a complete mask, and the private room had just been unbearably hot. When he came out, he had buttoned his shirt all the way up, not revealing a single bit of his neck.

Adrian only caught a glimpse of the skin beside his ear, which was sickly pale, not brown.

Adrian frowned slightly. This female insect carried his pheromones, and for a brief moment, her voice had even overlapped with Maurice's. However, his height and skin were vastly different from Maurice's.

The service insects discreetly stepped aside after they came out. The female insect led Adrian to the top floor, skillfully swiped her room card to open the door, and tossed Adrian inside.

Adrian pressed down on the table and chairs next to him. He turned his head and saw that the female insect had just closed the door.

The female insect closed the door swiftly, and as he turned around, he suddenly sensed the sound of something cutting through the air behind him.

The sharp blade grazed the mask on his face, and the female insect took a half step back against the door.

With a soft, yet distinct sound, mental energy cleaved the blade. The female insect raised her eyes and, in the instant Adrian paused, grabbed his wrist with one hand.

"Number 618, is that all you've got?" The female insect's mask was ripped in two, and it fell heavily to the ground, raising a layer of dust.

Beneath the mask was a face Adrian didn't recognize at all. The face was pale, emaciated, as if suffering from a terrible illness; the female insect's eyes were sunken, and her lips were an unnatural purplish hue.

He made a sarcastic remark, casually removing the razor blade from Adrian's hand. Then, the female insect grabbed the handcuffs on Adrian's wrists, subduing him once again.

Adrian: "..."

He recognized him the instant the female insect used her mental power.

Adrian had been entangled with Maurice for many years in his past life. Maurice could change all his physical characteristics, but his spiritual power, which was connected to his soul, was difficult to fake.

Adrian looked up at Maurice with an ambiguous expression.

Morris was still lost in his own world. He kicked the blade on the floor aside and continued to scare Adrian: "Do you know why I brought you here? Number 618, you need to learn a lesson."

Adrian stared at him without saying a word.

Morris pulled open the drawer next to him with one hand, took out a leather whip, and tapped it on the table with the base.