StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

Shen Qingqing was imprisoned again, this time by Gatana himself.

"You don't need to tell me about this, do you? Do you need to inform the enemy when you're planning to attack them?"

Leaning against the windowsill, Shen Qingqing didn't want to see that person.

But Gatana insisted on coming over to explain this to her.

“I’ve changed my mind. I want you to attend the meeting directly as the Queen of Insects, so that everyone knows your identity.”

"What are you planning to do now?" Shen Qingqing didn't believe he would let her off so easily.

Should she attend the meeting as the insect queen?

I'm not afraid she'll turn against me.

“Lillian’s body is experiencing severe rejection, and her bodily functions are rapidly declining after fusing with the mother insect’s blood. The elders are demanding that you be handed over.”

Gatana looked at her with great interest. "I spread the word the day you came to Wangxing. This time, we've just lured them into the trap."

"Whatever, I have no right to refuse now." He turned back to look at the brightly blooming flowers outside the window.

It seems that the palace of the King Star is never cold; it is always spring-like.

Her long gray hair swayed in the breeze, occasionally brushing against the side of her face and the tip of her nose, and she wore gold-rimmed glasses on her high, straight nose.

Gatana rarely wore glasses, and his usually dull eyes had gradually lost their luster due to years of hard work; he was almost blind.

“After the previous queen insect passed away, I fantasized every day about how I should care for the new queen insect that was born in the sacred cocoon, what kind of silk brocade should I use to wrap her delicate skin, and what kind of nectar should I use to nourish her…”

Gatana spoke without the slightest hesitation, as if he had rehearsed it in his mind for a long time and finally found a breakthrough.

"But bin Laden took the Holy Cocoon with him, leaving no one behind."

Gatana laughed self-deprecatingly, "She trusted me so much, yet she still handed the Holy Cocoon over to Bin Laden... It's a pity that even the Queen of Insects didn't expect that the Holy Cocoon she valued most would eventually end up in interstellar space."

He continued talking to himself, "You may not know who Bin Laden is. He was Saenster's mentor and the de facto ruler of the previous Wangxing, but unfortunately, he is already dead."

"He died by my hand."

When talking about the past, Gatana always smiles.

I don't know if it was a spontaneous reminiscence or simply a naive mockery of an old friend.

"Was it Klein who killed the Queen Bee?"

Shen Qingqing ignored him and instead asked this question.

Gatana stepped forward and gently stroked her delicate wrist. "What do you think?"

Hearing the man's sneer, Shen Qingqing belatedly realized how foolish she had been to ask such a question to his face.

He could kill her at any time if he was even slightly unhappy, or if he had any other inappropriate thoughts.

With his abilities, it wouldn't be difficult for him to make someone disappear without a trace.

Even without the Queen, he can still forcibly control the entire Zerg race with his own power.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Shen Qingqing asked, pulling her wrist away.

"You're not interested in rights at all, are you?"

The man smiled but didn't offer any further explanation.

Instead, he straightened his clothes to make sure they were neat and tidy, with not a single wrinkle on the cuffs. The white and gold embroidered swallowtail coat looked as splendid as a jade robe on him.

"This afternoon, the elders will send someone to conduct a physical examination. At that time, I will release your physical data and announce your true identity. You just need to wait for the coronation in two months."

The morning light shone through the dark curtains, unable to penetrate the heavy fabric, leaving only a faint grayness.

The Gatana Palace is always cold; even at midday, you need to wrap yourself in a blanket to avoid feeling chilly.

"You can rest for a while. I'll have Ge Yuan come over to keep you company later."

The vast palace was plunged into darkness once more, empty and cold, deep and desolate.

Shen Qingqing didn't like the dark; she preferred to stay in the sunlight, sometimes for the whole day.

Around 3 p.m., a lot of people gathered outside the door.

These were all celebrities and dignitaries who had been invited by Gatana to pay homage to the Mother Insect.

However, Shen Qingqing was still curled up sleeping on the balcony, so most of the insects that had been waiting for a long time left disappointed.

Desk was also among those invited, but upon hearing of the Queen's appearance, he merely snorted.

You should know that the real Queen Insect Cocoon was destroyed by him long ago, and the imposter inside now is of unknown origin.

They're putting on such a big show, but they still haven't shown up.

I made him wait for so long.

Desker, who was quick to anger, was the first to object and was about to storm off when he was stopped.

"What's up?" Desk asked, glancing sideways.

The one who grabbed him was Andor, the last heir of a royal lineage, whose clan was now reduced to a single insect.

Andorra's entire body was almost entirely covered in mechanical circuitry; he was a cyborg and the only bloodline left in the world by Osama bin Laden.

The blue, glowing prosthetic eye is indistinguishable from a regular Zergling unless you look closely.

Seeing him turn around, Andor awkwardly let go of his hand. "Won't you wait a little longer? I heard that the Queen Insect is about to wake up."

“No, we won’t wait.” Desk didn’t hesitate at all, and even spoke rudely.

"The Sacred Cocoon has long since disappeared; the queen might have even died before it was born. Why go to all this trouble to find a replacement? The feedback from Gatana's previous batch of experiments seemed pretty good... We don't really need that kind of creature..."

Desk didn't care about Gatana's monopolization of power. In his view, as long as pheromones were provided, it didn't matter where the research institute's products came from.

Unfortunately, he didn't care.

“We already have bio-pheromones and inhibitors that can replace the mother insect, so we don’t need to be dependent on others.”

Actually, Desk was still somewhat looking forward to seeing the Queen.

If what's inside is real, he would rack his brains to see what she looks like.

I have never seen the insect mother since birth; the only way I know about her is through murals and the royal family database.

Faced with countless photos, Deske didn't feel any different.

They are just prettier, only prettier, otherwise they are no different from ordinary Zerg.

This is his feeling after reading a brief history of the insect mother.

"Speaking of which, your body shouldn't need pheromones anymore after the modifications, so why are you here?"

Desk raised an eyebrow; his sharp features, paired with those deep, alluring purple eyes, made him look like a beautiful ghost, Tu Mi, who had crawled out of the abyss.

"Just boredom." Andor coughed, though he couldn't actually sense any pheromones right now.

He voluntarily underwent physical modifications after his father's death.

After losing 60 percent of his Zerg body, even his emotions became dulled. When communicating with others, it would take him a long time to realize that the other person was making fun of him.

"Furthermore, since Gatana dared to make such a public announcement, the information must be extremely accurate."

“That’s not necessarily true,” Deske said nonchalantly. “Is he so sure that it’s the real queen insect?”

"I don't believe it no matter what. You can wait here yourselves!"