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

Tokar remained quietly waiting outside the door. Although he cared for Havik, he would never go against Yalta's wishes.

This is the absolute loyalty of a soldier to his general.

Shortly after, the interrogation room door opened, and the female insect walked out with one hand in her pocket.

Tokar discreetly glanced around out of the corner of his eye; the white military uniform was spotless, indicating no torture had been inflicted. Only then did he dare to peek inside, relieved to see that the insect was still alive.

"What are your plans?"

Yalta shifted his gaze to the female insect's face, his expression unchanging, but the overall atmosphere around the insect was extremely tense.

Tokar felt inexplicably uneasy under the gaze. In the past, even though the aura was equally chilling, it was never as sharp as it was now, like a polished sword that could not be approached even slightly.

Yalta paused for a moment, then said, half-jokingly, "Would you agree if I chopped it up and fed it to the Snow Eagle?"

Tokar raised an eyebrow, knowing that the female insect had passed her prime and was now simply going crazy, so he went along with her and said, "Tell me what to do."

"Leave a piece of meat, and I will hold you responsible."

"Don't worry while I do the work."

Yalta sneered: "You little brat I've watched grow up, I'm afraid you'll show favoritism."

Tokar remained unfazed: "Military orders are absolute."

Two insects were darting back and forth at the door, the poor thing being hung up there, unaware of what was going on. Listening to their unabashed discussion about his life or death, the little relief I had just felt was replaced by despair once more.

Harwick closed his eyes in a pitiful and miserable way, but in the end, he could not escape death...

Tokar boasted to Yalta for a while, and seeing that the other party showed no sign of letting up, he couldn't help but nudge the female insect's arm with his elbow.

"Take it easy."

"I did not do anything."

He just wanted to know where the male insects had gone, but all the other insects seemed to be working against him.

Yalta was trying his best to control his emotions, but his taut jaw and the bulging veins at his temples completely exposed his inner rage.

Tokar clicked his tongue inwardly, reiterating his firm stance that he must sever all ties with male insects.

Even a madman like Yalta couldn't escape the shackles of fate; when it comes to him, he'll probably be reduced to ashes.

However, since he was still his friend, he couldn't stand seeing him acting so erratically. After thinking for a while, he made a very reckless suggestion: "If you really want to get him back, act normal. With your mental state, even a bug would run away."

"What state am I in?"

"He goes crazy and acts erratically, and occasionally he even has seizures."

Yalta turned his head and stared at Tokar, his mind racing through a hundred and eighty different torture methods that would make him wish he were dead.

The female insect, oblivious to everything, continued: "To be honest, I don't think Yan Kai is to blame. If it were any other insect, you would have scared him to death. Besides, he's not one of our natives. It's understandable that he wanted to run away after suffering all this for no reason."

Tokar is used to being straightforward and doesn't mince words, and besides, that's just how it is.

Although he wasn't quite sure what had happened between Yalta and Yan Kai, as an outsider looking at the matter from their perspective, there wasn't really a question of who was right or wrong.

For a century, Longkoda was ruled by male insects. The insect people were feudal and backward in their thinking, and their path to rebellion was difficult.

It took several years just to plan, and when they finally managed to get things going, they were attacked from all sides. Some defected, some remained neutral, Balo formed the Male Protection Party, ignorant insect people marched in protest, and there were all sorts of other messy things like hiding male insects and smuggling people across the border in the chaos. They were overwhelmed just dealing with all of these things.

Not to mention the civil war, which could break out several times a month. They also had to consider their kinship and couldn't kill each other. They suffered more injuries than when they went to the battlefield.

Especially Yalta, who is always the first to charge, is basically a sitting duck; otherwise, how could he have gained so many insect followers?

As things settled down, the male insect, by sheer coincidence, suddenly and inexplicably appeared in the far north sea. Given Yalta's personality, it was a miracle he wasn't riddled with holes on the spot.

As for what happened later, it can't all be attributed to Yalta.

At that time, the regime was unstable. Besides those like him who didn't care about the life or death of male insects, there were also some radicals like Yalta. Most of them were burdened by the fate of insects and hated male insects to the bone.

Yaltaken wouldn't listen to advice; they would rather die than risk their lives to take the male insect down with them.

Therefore, the final decision to send Yan Kai to Yalta as a bug servant was a consensus reached by everyone. Murdering a rare S-class male bug is a serious crime. There are probably less than ten of these creatures in the entire bug continent. If the matter comes to light, it will not only shake the trust of the bug people, but may also lead to attacks from other tribes, which would be a great loss.

Yalta listened and smiled thoughtfully: "Yes, he doesn't belong to Longkoda; this is the cage that imprisons him."

Tokar frowned, sensing his inexplicable pessimism: "It's not that simple. If you want something, go for it, but you have to use the right methods. There was nothing you could do during the war, but now you're a leader with a prestigious position. Even if he goes somewhere else and is granted authority, you'll still be worthy of him. Besides, you're both S-rank. I don't believe he has no feelings for you."

There is an irresistible attraction between A-grade males and females. Just look at the High Priest and Joan; getting pregnant is a piece of cake for them.

Not to mention S-class, which should be measured in seconds!

Thinking of this, Tokar couldn't help but look towards the female insect's belly, stroking his chin in confusion. Why was there no movement at all?

Yalta, who had been pondering his words, was suddenly subjected to a blatant scrutiny and asked uncomfortably, "What are you doing?"

"Why haven't you produced an egg yet after so long? Did you hurt yourself by fighting too hard on the battlefield before?"

Yalta's slightly relaxed expression suddenly fell, and he felt that he was crazy to waste time talking nonsense with him here!

He turned and pushed open the door to the interrogation room next door, then slammed it shut with a loud bang.

Tokar blinked, raised his fist and waved it at the door, cursing inwardly, "Serves you right for not being able to control your males!"

I shuffled my military boots to find Harwick, only to find the little guy crying uncontrollably.

Tokar looked at the snot bubble he blew with disgust and asked in confusion, "Did Yalta hit you?"

Harwick was completely immersed in the grief of impending death, and when he suddenly heard the leader's name, he cried even more uncontrollably.

Tokar: ? ? ? ?

What terrible things has Yalta done?!

* *

Another interrogation room.

Arya sat casually in the chair, and when Yalta returned, his smile widened.

"So, did you get anything out of them?"

Yalta's eyes narrowed with a hint of malice: "Didn't you already know the answer?"

"If you agree to that proposal, I'll tell you where he is."

He only promised to send the male insect away, but he didn't say he would keep it a secret.

Yalta's gaze darkened, and after a long silence, he slowly spoke, his words carrying a warning: "The far north sea is not to be touched."

Ayar remained unmoved, his face still bearing that smile, but his eyes held a hint of coldness: "Yalta, if I can't accomplish this, you can forget about ever finding that male insect again in your lifetime. You know, your uncle has that kind of ability."

Yalta suddenly burst into laughter, making exaggerated movements, leaning forward and backward, and then kicked a chair next to him to pieces.

After the loud bang, he grabbed the female insect by the collar and growled in a low voice, "Don't even think about it! You can forget about both of these things!"

Ayar, however, was unusually resolute: "I don't just want to think, I want to do it! Yalta, I'm telling you right now, you're welcome to give it a try!"

"Are you crazy!"

"I'm not crazy! I couldn't do it when he was alive, but now that I have the ability, I'll do it even if it kills me!"

Yalta stared intently at the female insect before him, his eyes bloodshot: "The Far North Sea continues to sink, and no one knows what lies beneath this glacier. He wouldn't want you to take that risk."

Ayar grabbed his wrist and softened his tone: "Yalta, his only wish when he was alive was to open the gates of Longkoda. If you sign this proposal, I guarantee I can do it."

Yalta shook his head and released his grip: "Don't force me..."

Ayar: "If Yan Kai can come back one day, I think he would also hope to be able to come and go freely, rather than being like a caged bird."

Yalta lowered his head dejectedly, opened his mouth but made no sound.

* *

Yan Kai felt as if he were having a long dream.

That was an orphanage I stayed in halfway up the mountain when I was six years old.

My memory is very hazy, but I can still vaguely recall some things because of the rugged mountain roads and the frequent supernatural events that happened there.

Yan Kai walked slowly along the muddy mountain path. The surroundings were truly pristine, and even the path under his feet was a small trail formed by walking so much that the grass had been trampled bare.

The orphanage had two words hanging on its gate: "Happiness." In reality, the family was so poor they couldn't even afford to eat, and it was later merged into the city.

Yan Kai walked through the rusty iron gate, which looked like it might fall at any moment; the inside was just as dilapidated.

The simple sand dune slide, two handmade swings, and some rocking cars were all very old and worn, as were the children coming and going...

Yan Kai looked at those little kitten-like faces and still easily recognized his past self.

Thin and small, he seemed hostile to the whole world, standing at the back of the crowd with a fierce expression.

Yan Kai walked up to him, raised his hand to touch him, but passed right through the other's body.

It was just a dream after all.

Just as he was pondering, the scene suddenly changed, and Xiao Yankai got out of bed and pushed the door open to go out.

The nights in the mountains are especially lively, with the chirping of insects and croaking of frogs rising and falling without ever stopping.

Yan Kai remembers being woken up in the middle of the night and then just waiting for dawn.

Xiao Yankai sneaked out quietly, but Yankai had no memory of it and didn't know what he was going to do, so he followed him.

He climbed to the top of the mountain and grinned broadly when he saw the figures already waiting for him.

Xiao Yankai ran over excitedly: "You're here!"

Yan Kai was somewhat surprised. It was not hard to hear the joy in his voice, but he himself had no recollection of it.

Just as he was about to step forward to investigate, a huge electric current surged through his body. As he trembled, a white light flashed before his eyes. He raised his hand to shield his eyes and struggled to open them.

A gentle male voice sounded from the side: "Awake? Welcome to Morbis, Your Excellency Yan Kai."