Defeat the system! Kiss my little monster!

He seemed to quickly integrate into the privileged life of the male insects on the Imperial Star.

Morris often saw him at the military headquarters. Adrian seemed to have changed again. His face was fair after recovering from his injuries, and he showed a hint of pride that was different from before.

He learned etiquette and grooming, could offer wise advice to his superiors to ward off blizzards, and could also communicate with ease among various nobles.

He even learned to squander money and create trouble out of nothing.

Unreasonable male insects are the most annoying. Morris let Adrian lean against his chest; Adrian's flesh was soft, a completely different sensation from Morris's.

But Adrian, this stubborn but soft-hearted little worm, always deserves to be forgiven.

Morris closed his eyes slightly and touched Adrian's cheek with his hand. Adrian was only quiet when he was asleep, curled up and motionless, his face still burning hot from the heat even though it was buried in the blankets.

Just like when I cried back then.

Morris's fingertip lingered on his cheek for a moment before quickly moving away.

*

Adrian didn't wake up until noon the next day. He opened his eyes, but the curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the room was still pitch black.

He reached out and touched the sheets to the side; they were cool to the touch, and there was no trace of any other insects.

Morris has been gone for some time now.

"Some insects have to get up at six in the morning to go to work, while others are still dreaming until noon." The creature that could barely survive suddenly crawled out from the corner of the bed. The red light around its body completely disappeared, and the entire ball flew into the air and forcefully pulled open the curtains.

Adrian squinted as the sunlight suddenly streamed in from outside. He turned his back to the pathetic survivor and said weakly, "I'm out of yang energy. I'm going to die."

To live a life of ignominy: "..."

"No slacking off!" The cowardly survivor floated into the air and jumped vigorously on the blanket covering Adrian. "Slacking off will lead to defeat. You have to work hard, you have to be strong! Pay me back the thousand you owe me!"

The ball, despite its considerable weight, kicked Adrian, causing his ribs to ache. He frowned, threw back the covers, and said, "I'll give it back to you, I'll give it back to you. I'm going to find Morris Do right now."

"...?"

Adrian rubbed his messy white hair, put on his pajamas and went downstairs. He saw that the little robot in the house had already prepared lunch and put the food on the table.

Adrian quickly washed up and took a couple of bites of the cake on the table. He hadn't had much of an appetite for lunch, perhaps because he had expended too much energy going to the mental sea; Adrian was still recovering.

Morris left the villa early in the morning. The military's training was demanding, and following the pattern of his previous life, he would soon be sent on another undercover mission.

After that, his eye injury worsened. The wound festered inside, necessitating the removal of the entire eyeball.

Adrian took a sip of water. His wrist-mounted computer vibrated incessantly. He glanced at the screen and then connected to a video call.

"My lord, have you had lunch?" Morris's face appeared on the screen. His right eye was bandaged again, and his left eye, which was exposed, was long and narrow with a clear deep purple filling.

Adrian leaned back in his chair and said, "I've already eaten."

Morris was somewhat surprised: "You got up very early?"

Judging from Adrian's usual behavior, he probably only just got up now.

"What do you mean? Am I a lazybones?" Adrian said in an annoyed tone, leaning back in his chair without changing his expression. "I got up after you left."

Morris gave Adrian face, and instead of asking any further questions, he skillfully praised Adrian's diligence and eagerness to learn.

Adrian accepted everything without batting an eye. He looked at Maurice's right eye and asked, "You didn't put any medicine on your eye today, did you?"

Morris shook his head: "No. My lord, I have always obeyed you."

"Heh." Adrian sneered, tapping the table with a satisfied expression. "Bear with it for the next few days. I've already made an appointment with the doctor for you. You'll come with me this weekend."

Morris sensed something unusual in Adrian's repeated emphasis, and he hesitated before asking, "My lord, is that doctor... very skilled?"

In the Zerg race, almost all the most skilled doctors have been poached by the royal family. These doctors operating in the civilian sector, even those with top-tier certifications in public hospitals, will not surpass the royal family in skill.

"I don't know, the comments are pretty good." Adrian shrugged, and said seriously, "I'll have him show it to me first, and then I'll test his skills."

Morris paused: "...To show you?"

Adrian didn't say much to Maurice. It wasn't appropriate for him to tell Maurice directly about his health issues, especially since he always seemed so energetic in Maurice's presence.

But in reality, his yang energy value is only 250.

Morris's lunch break was short; he quickly exchanged a few words with Adrian and then hung up.

Adrian lay on the sofa as usual, slacking off. He picked up the white paper he had read before, and after reading a few lines, his thoughts drifted away.

Why would Maurice say his surname is Murhira?

Royal family...former dynasty...Sean...

When Morris returned, he still carried Sean's pheromones.

Adrian frowned as he looked at the contents of the white paper. The insect in the book clearly had a close relationship with Sean, and was yet another substitute for Sean the Female Lord.

In his previous life, Maurice and Sean had almost no contact. If he truly loved Sean, Maurice would not have joined Adrian in the rebellion, nor would he have allowed Adrian to destroy the dynasty that Sean was about to ascend to the throne.

...And who is Maurice?

Adrian flipped through two more pages, engrossed in his work, oblivious to the commotion around him. The creature, huddled above Adrian, was organizing data; its red card was raised and lowered intermittently, and the data bars on its sphere scrolled incessantly.

The cold wind outside seeped in through the gaps in the window, which wasn't completely closed. Adrian felt the chill and wrapped himself in a blanket.

The word "survival on the brink" swayed above his head. The color on its red tag had thickened, as if it had detected something. "Survival on the brink" suddenly turned its head to look out the window.

The pink light flashed across the window surface quickly, like a careless breeze, leaving no trace of reality as it departed.

It barely managed to fly to the window. It scanned the energy fluctuations around it and only sensed a few residual rays of strange energy.

The data on the sphere kept spinning, and after a moment, it flew back to Adrian's head.

Adrian lifted his eyelids and looked up: "What's wrong?"