Morris stopped in his tracks, and in a daze, he seemed to see Adrian crying again. Morris had a perverse fetish; he had always wanted to see this male insect cry before, but never in such an obviously uneasy way.

“My lord, the surgery was a success.” Morris stepped forward and embraced Adrian, his broad shoulders blocking out most of the emptiness and illusion behind him. “You don’t need to worry.”

Adrian was unusually quiet; his head was spinning, his hands were sticky, and he was sweating profusely.

“…Hmm.” Adrian felt a little warmer, and he lowered his eyes to inhale Morris’s scent.

Similar to their previous life, yet different, they haven't reached that extreme point yet.

This right eye, now being healed, has drawn a line separating it from its previous life and changed something that was never noticed.

Adrian breathed a sigh of relief. He placed his hand on Maurice's back muscles; they were firm and powerful, concealing strength and sharpness. Adrian relaxed, then wiped the cold sweat from his palms onto Maurice's clothes.

After that, Fabian told Adrian about the surgery and other precautions.

The female warrior's regenerative abilities are among the best in the world. After the surgery, the areas containing toxins that were removed from Morris will regrow completely new flesh and blood, and her full recovery time will not exceed half a month.

“There’s no need to use the medicine I gave you before. Just let him recover on his own. He’s a female insect, not a male, so there’s no need to use so much medicine,” Fabian said, taking off his thin gloves.

Adrian wrote down all the precautions and nodded, "Okay."

"Come back for a follow-up appointment in a week, at the same time as before."

Fabian was about to leave the hospital after his surgery. He hadn't worked there for long and had other things to take care of afterward.

Adrian and he didn't go the same way; the two insects went down the stairs together, and then went in different directions.

After his surgery, Morris quickly returned to his previous work. Unlike Adrian, who was taking it easy, he had recently taken on a new undercover mission.

Adrian was unaware of Maurice's activities. He wondered what Maurice had been busy with lately. He used to leave early and return late, but now he sometimes worked overtime until the early hours of the morning.

Adrian would check on his wound every night, and as Fabian said, Morris's wound was healing quickly, the skin around his eyes was regenerating, and it soon scabbed over.

Adrian was somewhat relieved.

Adrian rarely got involved in military affairs; the male insect was kept out of military and political matters, and he consciously avoided anything related to them.

However, the Insect Emperor's condition worsened, and the various princes seized the opportunity to act, intensifying the struggle among them. Adrian knew the Insect Emperor's death date; he had at most six months left.

Six months later... the Insect Emperor will pass the throne to Sean.

Adrian clenched the white book in his hand. The insect script inside was densely packed together, clamoring for a certain male insect.

Everything I did for him was worthwhile. If I can't have him, I'll entrust him to a worthy insect. Even if it means giving up my body, even if I ultimately turn to dust.

"Your Excellency, I will help you become king."

Adrian has grasped something of what is contained within it.

This female insect that has been helping Sean, this female insect that ambushed the military, this female insect that is willing to die for Sean.

This is... a female insect protected by the Insect God.

Adrian looked at Gouqie, who was resting on the long table in the bedroom, holding a red card. The data, some real and some fake, were swirling and intertwined, making the insect's eyes dizzy.

The Insect God is ethereal and elusive; he is the object of the Insect race's worship. Therefore... it is absolutely impossible for a female Insect to see the so-called Insect God.

The Insect God is another kind of creature.

The Insect God descended upon me on a cold night...

For example, a certain system.

Adrian made a mark in the book. He had suspected the female insect with the system before—it was Colin.

Colin, a former prince who survived by chance, infiltrated the military with the intention of restoring his kingdom. However, he fell in love with Sean during this process, causing the entire plan to fall apart and ultimately leading him down a path completely opposite to his original intentions.

But Maurice also has the surname Murihera.

Adrian frowned, flipped through the white paper, and found a passage from a dozen pages ago.

I shouldn't have lived in indifference; we are all abandoned children. Father, please allow me to bury you; my brother far away, please forgive me for not being able to find you...

My younger brother who lives far away.

For a moment, Adrian's mind went blank.

He remembered something from a long time ago.

At that time, the Zerg dynasty war had entered a heated phase. Morris withstood the pressure at the front and led his army in a large-scale counterattack.

Everything took a dramatic turn for the better at this moment. They survived the most difficult and arduous period, and subsequently achieved numerous victories in team battles.

Adrian never imagined that Maurice would die in the battle before his coronation—a battle he was destined to win.

But he died at Colin's hands.

Adrian had noticed it then. Maurice's condition deteriorated significantly in the later stages of the war, and Adrian often saw him sitting at the top of the stairs smoking at night, the scarlet cigarette butt between his fingers. He didn't move, just hunched over, like an ice sculpture about to crack.

He rarely spoke to Adrian, only speaking once during a marking session.

"Adrian, can you... let Sean go?"

Adrian paused.

The ambiguity that had arisen between them due to their physical contact shattered instantly. He grabbed Maurice by the neck, forcing him to endure Adrian's increasingly brutal oppression in the suffocating silence.

"No."

Morris didn't speak again. Their intimacy continued, but it was not comfortable; it was all repression and pain caused by mutual torment.

Morris seemed to be filled with extreme hatred. He raised his head and suddenly went berserk, biting Adrian's right shoulder.

Adrian's right shoulder was bitten raw and bloody, but he seemed oblivious. He grabbed Maurice's hair with one hand, pulled him off, and shoved him back into the blankets.

“Maurice, don’t go crazy.”

Morris frowned, his usually indifferent face showing a rare hint of pain and trembling.

Adrian looked down at him, then looked away after a moment.

This was something from a very distant memory for Adrian. There were so many unpleasant things between him and Maurice that recalling it now felt even more oppressive.

Why would Maurice ask him that?

Adrian sat on the sofa belatedly, his hands and feet icy cold, feeling the terrifying reality that had come from his previous life.

Because Colin is Maurice's elder brother.

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