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

Yan Kai stared at the female insect's round back of its head, his eyelids twitching wildly as if he were going crazy.

It's true what they say, the more you try to avoid someone, the more likely you are to run into them. We just had a fight not long ago, and yet we've already bumped into each other again by sheer coincidence...

To say that the two are not meant to be is to lie through one's teeth.

It can only be described as a tragic fate!

Everyone was clearly familiar with Sakman, and seeing him fall in such a sorry state, they all stepped back, and surprisingly, no one dared to step forward to help him up.

After all, this is no insect to be trifled with. It is extremely petty and vengeful. With what it did today, all the female insects present may hold a grudge against it and may seek revenge in the future.

Although the Morbis hierarchy was weakened, it was never a concept within aristocratic circles; status determined everything.

Sakman's family has served in the military for generations. Since their ancestors, they have been the right-hand men of the Insect King and have made great contributions to the peace of the race. They have so many medals that they can't fit them all in one room.

Genetic inheritance is not easily interrupted. Although Sakman's personality is not likable, his abilities are obvious to all. He has never been defeated in battles over the years.

Wherever he is, even in a situation where defeat is inevitable, there is a possibility of turning the tide.

Otherwise, on this planet where strength reigns supreme, even if his ancestors were insect gods, it wouldn't matter.

Sackman reacted quickly to his feet, his boots making a crisp sound as they stepped on the glass shards.

With a gloomy gaze fixed on the female insect in front of him, he slowly curled one corner of his mouth into a smile, then raised his toe and forcefully crushed the fragments into powder, a silent act of defiance.

Yalta didn't even bother to glance at him, his nostrils flared, and let out a cold snort, a short syllable that conveyed nothing but mockery.

This female insect only slightly restrained herself in front of Yan Kai; when dealing with other insects, she could only be described as arrogant and domineering.

Standing there with an upright posture, even without saying a word, he easily suppressed the female insect's aura with just his slightly raised chin, drooping eyelids, and the innate domineering aura around him.

Sakman was furious, clearly not expecting this female insect to be so arrogant.

With a dark expression, he took a few steps closer and discovered that the female insect was more than half a head taller than him, so he unconsciously started to tiptoe.

After scrutinizing them up and down with an arrogant expression, he said with a look of disdain, "White hair and purple eyes, an insect from the far north. No wonder you are so rude. You really are some barbarians."

The Zerg continent is clearly divided into distinct regions, and each tribe has its own unique symbol.

There are many purple eyes, but only in that desolate place covered in snow and ice year-round, with almost no sunlight, can such a light purple color be found.

Tokar was pondering how to appease the situation when he heard this, and he almost rolled his eyes so hard he nearly rolled his eyes out.

I've only been out for a short time, and I've already heard "barbaric savage" at least ten times!

Even though the far north is desolate, it is by no means inhabited by mindless people.

Why are people who live far away considered barbarians?

Let Yalta kill him. At worst, we can escape back to the far north overnight. Even if they really come, that place is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It will take decades to take it down.

Tokar slowly retracted his foot, crossed his arms, and sat down to watch the show.

"Step aside."

Yalta was already quite impatient.

He always looked down on opponents weaker than himself, but this one was an eyesore no matter how he looked at it.

Sakman was pushed around for no reason and lost face so badly, he will not let him off easily no matter what.

"Why do you insist on passing through my area when there's such a wide road?"

Yalta defiantly blocked Sakman's shoe tip, his tone full of provocation: "I like to walk in a straight line."

"Just because you like me doesn't mean I have to spoil you?"

"Correction: Whether you like it or not is not up to you. Move aside."

Sakman laughed angrily: "Do you think this is some minor street bump, something you can do whatever you want with?"

"Correct."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Do not want to know."

Sakman had never seen such a troublemaker before, and he almost lost his aristocratic composure, bursting into a tirade of curses.

After taking a deep breath, he continued, "Since you can be here, your status must be quite high. Tell me your surname."

"Step aside."

"Why don't you dare to say it?"

Yalta ignored him, selectively deaf, and mechanically repeated: "Get out of the way."

Sakman's face darkened again: "What if I don't?"

Upon hearing this, Yalta finally gave him a full look, her eyes crinkling: "I, a wild and savage insect, am not only impolite, but I also like to drink blood and eat raw meat. It's no big deal if you don't allow it; at worst, I'll just have an extra midnight snack."

Sakman had never suffered such humiliation. He clenched his fist, ready to retaliate, but a murderous aura emanated from him, causing his attack to abruptly halt.

"you wanna die!"

Morbis has a clear rule that the release of mental pressure is not allowed in the city, so this female insect is simply courting death.

"Make way."

A true Yalta repeater.

Sakman struggled a couple of times, looking rather embarrassed and angry.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the insect opposite him was undoubtedly more powerful than him.

Wender clearly recognized the female insect as well. He had previously disliked this kind of grumpy and unreasonable insect, but now he found it surprisingly pleasing to the eye.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, they stepped forward to dissuade the perpetrators.

He tried to press down on the female insect's arm to make her withdraw her mental pressure, but instead, she slapped his hand.

Wender pursed his lips and said to Yalta, "It's just a misunderstanding, let's just let it go. His Majesty the Insect King is hosting a banquet today, it would be difficult to handle if things got too out of hand."

Yalta glanced at him indifferently, thinking that this one was just as annoying.

However, he still withdrew his mental pressure as instructed.

Sackman, now free, twisted his neck and asked, "Wenld, do you know him?"

"A few guest insects have arrived in the far north today. You've just arrived, so you probably haven't received the news yet."

Sakman clicked his tongue in disbelief; he had actually forgotten something so important.

His gaze returned to the female insect, and he realized that although her clothes were simple, they were the kind reserved for royalty...

That insect is most likely the tribal chief of the far north.

Even the most audacious man like Sakman cowered at this moment...

Wender looked on with great pleasure at the female insect's dejected appearance, and turned to Yan Kai with a bright smile, saying, "Your Excellency, I will take you to Prince Knox."

Yan Kai couldn't wait to leave; he always felt a lack of oxygen wherever Yalta was.

"it is good."

Wender politely nodded to the two female insects, and after taking only a few steps, the doors to the banquet hall were opened again.

The castle's owner, the King of Morbis, entered in his magnificent attire. Even in his seventies, one could still glimpse the splendor of his youth.

Seeing the insects standing in a circle, he asked in bewilderment, "Why are you all standing there in a daze? Is it because the food today is not to your liking, or the wine is not fragrant enough?"

"Your Majesty, may you be well. When has your wine ever disappointed us?"

"Yes, the food tastes excellent."

"The desserts are also sweet but not cloying, and refreshing."

……

Wang Chong listened to the flattery around him as he walked and laughed, but suddenly stopped when he passed Yan Kai.

As both are S-class males, they can sense each other.

"Yan Kai?"

The Insect King made an accurate prediction.

Yan Kai stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty is truly remarkable; you were able to guess this!"

Even if you wear it a thousand times, you will never wear it.

As expected, the Insect King burst into laughter again: "You are a talented young man, exceptionally handsome and extraordinary. Do you have a suitable female lord to match you?"

Yan Kai was stunned. Why ask such in-depth questions on the first meeting?

He couldn't help but become cautious: "Not yet."

This time it was the Insect King's turn to be surprised. Considering his age, he was already quite old, yet he had not yet been matched with a female insect, which was quite rare on the insect continent.

"You can't do it this way. Male insects should take charge as soon as possible and benefit society."

"Perfect timing! I have plenty of eligible unmarried women, each one outstanding. Come with me later, meet them, and take a look. There's bound to be one you like."

The Insect King's meaning was quite clear: S-class male insects are rare, and it would be best if such excellent genes could remain in his tribe.

Yan Kai quickly declined, "Thank you for your kind offer, Your Highness, but I don't have that idea yet."

The Insect King assumed the male insect was just shy, so he approached and patted him on the shoulder with an expression that said, "You don't need to be so polite, sir. It's just a casual meeting and chat. Come on, come on, I'll take you to meet him now."

The main goal is to keep the fertilizer and water in the field and prevent it from being used by pests.

Yan Kai forced a smile, his original attempt to refuse was thwarted by a single look from the Insect King.

Made!

There isn't a single good bug here!

Left with no other choice, he could only change his mind and agree: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

After saying that, Yan Kai felt a chill run down his spine.

His gaze involuntarily drifted toward the female insect two steps away, and their eyes met unexpectedly. Her eyes were colder than the eternal night of the far north...

That's fucking terrifying!

But why do I always feel a little guilty?