Zerg: Seduction! A brutal and insane female Zerg dotes on me.

Yan Kai was looking around curiously, completely unaware that Harwick was silently shedding tears inside.

There were two empty tables next to each other, with plenty of food already placed on them, indicating that they had arrived but hadn't sat down yet.

The female insect nobles seated around were clearly dressed up meticulously, their clothes luxurious and their faces solemn. There were also quite a few male insects among them, who were equally exquisitely dressed, but their expressions were unusually wooden.

Today is a special day. There are no restrictions on male insects going out, but the order of their seating is clearly differentiated by status, as if to deliberately suppress them. Even though male insects have chairs to sit on, they are still shorter than female insects.

In comparison, Yalta's actions suddenly seem surprisingly magnanimous.

His position not only offered an excellent view, with the altar right in the center, but his seat was also identical to that of the female insect.

A subtle emotion flickered through Yan Kai's mind.

He knew very well that Yalta had a strong possessive desire for him, but it had nothing to do with love; it was more like the kind of fondness one has for a favorite toy.

So today's series of actions have made Yan Kai a little suspicious, wondering what Yalta's true intentions are.

The female insect treated him as her possession, marking him as her own territory, not allowing others to covet him, yet she harbored little affection for him.

Yan Kai has always been able to see through others, but when facing himself, he always seems to be shrouded in a fog, unable to see through or understand himself.

As she pondered, Della walked over carrying a huge tray, under the watchful eyes of a group of female insects, and slammed it onto the table with a clatter.

Drinks, tea, dried fruit, snacks, jerky, small cakes, and even a few... dishes?

Yan Kai's eyelids twitched; they really had everything...

"Please enjoy your meal. If you need anything, please press the bell. I'm right in front of you."

Della pointed to the workbench not far away.

Yan Kai stared at the half-meter-high tray, and said blankly, "Thank you..."

Della's previously expressionless face now showed a stiff smile: "I told you not to stand on ceremony with me, but this was prepared on the leader's orders."

Yan Kai pursed his lips, feeling that there was something hidden in his words. This female insect was really suspicious!

After finishing his sentence, Della didn't linger. He staggered back to his position, adjusted the position of his prosthetic leg, which had been neatly severed at the knee. Standing for a long time still caused him considerable pain.

Harwick looked at the table full of food, and went from gnawing on one fingernail to gnawing on a row of fingernails. He was full of questions but didn't know how to ask them, and hesitated several times before speaking.

He idolizes Yalta, which already reflects his strong bias, and now he thinks everything about him is wonderful.

Strong, gentle, considerate, and now even so meticulous—where can you find such an outstanding female insect!

After glancing at Yan Kai, who was trying to run away, Harwick felt inexplicably guilty. It wasn't that he regretted helping him, but rather that he was a little bothered by the matter between Yan Kai and the leader.

Who doesn't gossip, especially when it's the leader's gossip!

Harwick: Help, I think I know...

Yan Kai had noticed the female insect's excessively intense gaze long ago, and although he didn't intend to pay attention to it, his intuition told him that it was definitely not a good thing.

Unfortunately, the other person was completely oblivious. He felt a chill run down his spine and finally couldn't hold back any longer, so he said, "Is there something you want to say?"

Harwick's face lit up instantly. He lowered his hand, poked at his two fingertips, and stammered, "You and Chief... really nothing happened?"

Yan Kai paused, then asked with amusement, "What would you like some?"

"This! Isn't this! The unspeakable things between male and female insects!"

Yan Kai rubbed his fingertips together, poured himself a cup of tea, and said calmly, "Nothing's wrong."

Harwick looked at the huge pile of snacks in front of him and expressed deep skepticism: "I don't believe it."

As a long-time fan of the leader, I believe I have a certain understanding of the leader.

If the leader disliked Yan Kai, he wouldn't be sitting here so leisurely watching the Winter Ceremony.

Yan Kai lowered his eyelids, swirled the thin, black twig that resembled tea leaves in his cup, and after a tremor, it slowly sank. Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked Harwick, "What kind of insect do you think Yalta is?"

Harwick answered without hesitation: "My idol is naturally the best insect in all of Lonkorda."

"What's a good idea?"

"Good-looking, of noble birth, he is the strongest warrior in Longkoda."

The Zerg can only submit to absolute power.

Yan Kai smiled slightly. If he were to stand in Harwick's shoes, he would completely agree that Yalta was indeed the case for female insects.

He liberated all the female insects of Longkoda; he was a hero, a godlike being.

Yan Kai raised his head, met Harwick's questioning eyes, and said slowly and deliberately, "But in my eyes, he is cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless."

He wasn't afraid of these words getting out; Yalta loved seeing him scared and terrified.

Harwick's heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but retort: ​​"No, that's not how it is. This is the fate of female insects. We are warriors handpicked by the Insect God, born with blood, and destined to fight for our mission. But I don't think the leader is cold-blooded."

He may appear indifferent, but the blood flowing through his veins is absolutely hot, even hotter than any of us insects. The First Legion, directly under the leader's command, has an almost zero annual turnover rate among its soldiers. He always stands in front of his comrades, never abandoning the life of a single insect.

Yan Kai put down his teacup and agreed, "He is an excellent leader."

But he was neither a soldier nor a citizen of Yalta.

"Is there some misunderstanding between you and the leader?"

"No misunderstanding."

They were simply on opposite sides of each other.

Yan Kai did not deny the flutter in his heart, but he also could not accept this unbalanced system.

Harwick idolizes the leader and likes Yan Kai; in fact, he'd quite like to see them get together.

"Are you really not going to think about it?"

Yan Kai turned his head and looked at the sacrificial altar not far away.

He always had a feeling about this world that he couldn't quite explain.

It is both ahead of its time and behind the times.

The main urban area of ​​Lonkorda is full of high-tech products, with dazzling floating neon lights, uniquely shaped movable metal buildings, and all kinds of aircraft that contrast sharply with the huge and ancient central square.

This square piece of land is bordered by the walls of the Alitus Palace on one side, while the other three sides are spacious and open.

The statues of the insect god stand on either side of the altar, and directly opposite are three long staircases, each with 50 steps. The rectangular stone slabs are engraved with various intricate insect patterns and historical reliefs.

Below were three long tables, on which various sacrificial fruits, dried goods, and the heads of strange beasts that Yan Kai couldn't name were arranged side by side with red cloth strips attached.

He was once bound to that place, under the watchful gaze of the Insect God, the ground was covered in crimson, and wails of agony filled the air.

Yalta was like a madman, cruel and bloodthirsty, as cold and ruthless as the uncontrollable gale of the far north sea.

The insect-like blade pierced his shoulder. Although the wound had healed and didn't even leave a scar, it still seemed to hurt in his midnight dreams.

He couldn't remember how he felt at the time. People are always good at downplaying some pain, as if that would make it seem like nothing ever happened.

Yan Kai is not.

He accepted the status quo, faced all the hardships, and wanted to find a glimmer of hope in this seemingly impregnable prison.

Now that he's back here again, Yan Kai feels surprisingly calm.

He didn't want to die then, and he doesn't want to die now.

To the creatures here, this life is nothing more than an ant, but it is Yan Kai's most precious possession.

half an hour.

"Not consider."

The three very soft words finally escaped Yan Kai's lips.

In this alien world, he has nothing but himself.

Harwick wanted to say something more, but after seeing the male insect's expression, he fell silent.

He thought, perhaps the insect god was never merciful.