Chapter 3 The despicable, weak, and foolish people…

The Zerg's indiscriminate slaughter continues.

Charlotte looked at the scene, which resembled purgatory, and her hand gripping the short blade trembled uncontrollably.

She, or rather everyone here, knew that there was absolutely nothing in the galaxy that could appease this horde of Zerg that had gone mad.

Once the killing begins, it can never be stopped.

In the end, only one Zerg will survive on Carlo.

The remaining people and insects are all nourishment for that one insect.

Watching the insectoid creature, wielding its half-fallen pincers, draw ever closer to her, Charlotte closed her eyes in despair:

It seems that this time, she really won't have the chance to return to Curtis and avenge her mother.

Just as she stood there, frozen in place, unable to move, a hand nudged her, followed by a low-pitched reminder:

"Get to work!"

After witnessing the Zerg uprising, Ai Ying forced herself to ignore the bloody scene around her and quickly glanced at the people who were still alive.

Always accustomed to observing her surroundings and summarizing lessons learned, she immediately noticed that most of the people still alive around her were silent, quietly chiseling stones.

Although there are exceptions, she had no other choice.

With her abilities, she had no chance against this horde of crazed Zerg; her priority now was survival.

Seeing the stunned person beside her, she whispered a reminder before quickly continuing to chisel the stone.

Charlotte was finally jolted awake by the horrific scene around her.

Before she could thank Ai Ying, she caught a glimpse of a Zergling with a severed tail staggering toward them.

She quickly turned her head and, as if her life depended on it, smashed the short blade in her hand at the rocks: she had to survive!

The sound of their chiseling did indeed make the Zerg ignore them for a moment.

However, the rioting Zerg are killing even their own kind, so how could they possibly let them go?

It's simply a matter of sooner or later.

Amidst the chaos.

One insect died from its severe injuries, and its core fell from the sky.

Another insect that never saw the king from birth to death.

It perfectly mirrors the final fate of each of those insects.

The already frenzied Zerg had lost all reason, including the most intelligent of them all, Bilia.

All he could see was a sea of ​​blood, and the humanoid mouth had reverted to its original form.

They ate them.

They ate their insect cores!!

I ate everything here!!!

Charlotte and Ai Ying both sensed the endless killing intent around them.

They were acutely aware that the 'privilege' of surviving through hard work was gone.

The frenzied Zerg are getting closer and closer to them.

They could even feel the Zerg's sticky breath and the fierce wind brought by their wielding pincers.

It seemed like they would die under the Zerg's pincers at any moment.

Ai Ying pursed her lips, tightening her grip on the short blade in her hand, the fear and despair in her eyes transforming into a resolute calm:

Since we can't escape it, we might as well give it a shot!

She recalled the Zerg she had once glanced at:

These insectoid creatures seem to have exceptionally tough bodies, but their tentacles appear to be much more fragile than their bodies...

She continued chiseling at the rock as before, but this time, her movements carried a desperate, murderous intent.

The spiritual energy covering the short blade in her hand was not strong, but rather sparse, yet it was extremely sharp.

As she struck the rock, a fragment grazed her face, and a drop of blood trickled down her cheek and fell lightly to the ground.

She herself didn't even realize it.

This drop of blood, carrying a faint trace of the Gu-restoring technique's energy, silently passed by each insect, calming the turmoil in their hearts.

Meanwhile, not far away, Charlotte's arm had been pierced by the pincers of an insect.

Then came the second pincer, this time targeting her throat.

Charlotte stared at the ferocious insectoid creatures before her, her heart stopped, and she didn't even have the strength to close her eyes.

Just when she thought she was going to die, the Zerg in front of her suddenly froze in place.

Immediately afterwards, all the Zerg stopped and made no further moves.

They stared blankly into the air.

Villa regained his senses from the chaos.

He stood there blankly, ignoring the trembling humans and his disabled brethren around him, staring blankly at his own pincers.

The crimson in his compound eyes gradually faded, turning back into gray vertical pupils.

So peaceful.

So comfortable.

The insects around him, no matter how badly injured, stopped what they were doing and became calm and docile, just like Villa.

It wasn't that gust of wind.

But I feel so at ease.

They looked around, their antennae twitching incessantly, but no insect could find a source of reassurance.

The blood on the ground seeped into the ground, leaving no trace.

Under a pitch-black sky.

All the insects searched again and again, but still found nothing.

This time, they did not riot.

If it's not here, then it must be somewhere else on Carlo.

We must find it, we must find it...

Dozens of insects rustled away from there.

Those who were still alive watched the Zerg's retreating figures, still afraid to breathe, but secretly relieved.

It seems they've made it through this time.

Just when they thought the Zerg uprising had subsided, one of the Zerg seemed to have heard something, suddenly turned around and looked at the group.

Everyone's hearts jumped again, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Villa's gray, vertical pupils stared coldly in one direction.

Several people within his hunting range had their hearts stop beating, their expressions filled with terror and despair:

What to do, what to do, what to do!!!

This bug will definitely kill them!!!

They had clearly held on until the very end—they didn't want to die!!

Overwhelmed by extreme joy and sorrow, some people could not bear it and collapsed to the ground in despair.

Kobila paid no attention to their movements; all he could see was a small, thin human.

A small, thin human, eyes closed, struggling to chisel through rock amidst a pile of severed limbs.

Even though the spiritual energy attached to the short blade in her hand had faded and lost its color, she still refused to stop.

Villa looked at the figure who was so exhausted he was about to faint, and the antennae on his head twitched irritably:

The insects disliked its thin arms.

Dry hair is a nuisance to insects.

The insect disliked its weak spiritual power.

The blood covering its body made the insects feel disgusted.

Despicable, weak, fragile, and stupid humans.

Villa waved his antler pincers and impatiently tossed a few bottles of repair fluid in front of the skinny human.

They wanted to present the most beautiful karos stone to the king.

Humans are the best tool for mining karos, so this human cannot die now.

He turned his insect body, expressionless, past the other severely injured humans around him, and swung his insect tail away.

Then, like the other insects on Planet Carlo, they began a long search.

They seek that sense of security that they want to indulge in forever.

Once they confirmed that the last Zergling had left, everyone was exhausted and collapsed to the ground, clutching their wounds.

Recalling the Zerg's actions just now, many people looked in Ai Ying's direction.

Upon seeing the repair fluid at her feet, a hint of jealousy involuntarily crept into their eyes:

This is a top-quality repair solution; just one bottle is enough to heal their wounds.

It's infinitely better than the low-grade repair fluid they painstakingly accumulated.

If only they had a bottle too...

Some people clenched their hands, itching with anticipation.

What exactly is that Zerg player thinking?

Aren't they the ones who despise humans the most and don't care about human life or death?

Why would you be willing to give such a top-tier repair solution to just one person?

Just because she's still mining?

Even if they mined until they were vomiting blood, the Zerg wouldn't even glance at them!

But no matter what they thought, no one dared to make a move.

No one dared to steal anything left behind by the Zerg, not even the top-tier repair fluid that everyone needed.

They could only console themselves:

The Zerg's gifts may not necessarily be a good thing.

If they can give us repair fluid this time, they can give us a pair of insect pincers next time!

Who knows, the person the Zerg will remember might be the one to die in the next Zerg uprising!

Yes, being remembered by the Zerg is hardly a good thing.

After understanding this, many people looked at Ai Ying with a hint of pity.

A note from the author:

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Villa: That human is despicable!

How could she take such poor care of herself?!