Faced with Han Ling's question, the marshal shook his head and smiled wryly:

Before answering this question, let me tell you a story.

Han Ling nodded cautiously.

Explain with emotion and reason.

Before making unreasonable demands, many people will tell a story to lower the target's guard and make things easier to achieve.

Han Ling, a novelist, has written quite a few villainous characters who forcibly seize and plunder.

He was naturally aware of this tactic.

However, what the marshal said still startled him.

The marshal's first words were a bombshell.

"The Second War Legion has not seen a new Zerg spawn for a century."

Han Ling's eyelids twitched heavily, and she was surprised, but she continued to listen.

The marshal tapped the metal anti-bite device on his face and laughed:

"We all wear this, do you know why?"

Because everyone in the legion was on the verge of collapse.

If a female soldier goes out of control, it will cause countless casualties.

We've worn this anti-bite device for almost a century.

Upon hearing this, Han Ling frowned and asked:

"May I ask about your race?"

There are too many Zerg to distinguish the species based on the tentacles on their heads alone.

"We are the Coleoptera tribe."

Coleoptera?

Han Ling wasn't an entomologist, but upon hearing the word, he was still jolted. The only insect that came to mind was the rove beetle!

Those rove beetles are highly toxic; if they just crawl across the skin, they'll cause a whole bunch of blisters!

No wonder they have lightning bolt-shaped wings!

Han Ling's hair stood on end. He touched his neck and recalled that the white-haired female insect that brought him back should not have touched his skin, right?

If these insects fight amongst themselves, a large number of them could really die.

No wonder it's a war legion.

Han Ling couldn't help but ask:

"Is it because no male insects are born during your fertilization period?"

Upon hearing this, the marshal burst into laughter:

"How could that be? The toxins of rove beetles are ineffective against males."

No insect offspring were born because Aphrodite has banned female insects from the Second War Legion from submitting dating applications.

Even obtaining male pheromone fluid for solitary reproduction is prohibited.

"Why?" Han Ling couldn't help but ask.

"Because we did not bow down to Aphrodite, we did not choose to submit."

The marshal turned on the quantum computer and enlarged the holographic screen, where a long price list appeared.

"Each legion must submit to Aphrodite before it has the right to apply for a date."

Did you not have any doubts before?

Why is credits the currency in interstellar travel?

But why are the various legions using contribution points for trading?

Han Ling shook his head; he hadn't really thought about it before.

Because people in interstellar space have long regarded such exchanges as common sense.

The marshal explained:

"Because of currency exchange, huge amounts of wealth can be hidden."

Each legion has approximately 80 million Zerg.

These female warriors are scattered throughout the universe, hunting interstellar beasts and searching for energy mines.

The legion's annual revenue is a staggering one hundred trillion.

However, Aphrodite stipulates that if you want to date a male insect, you must hand over half of the legion's revenue.

The contribution points were created to cover up the transaction.

Contribution points, circulated within the legion as a separate system, masked the financial problems.

The annual fiscal expenditures of Planet Aphrodite are never disclosed to the public, which could become a major problem.

Han Ling's heart pounded as he listened to the marshal's words. He vaguely sensed that a huge conspiracy was hidden behind this.

Previously, the Male Insect Protection Association had threatened to seize all of his game assets as soon as they opened their mouths.

He thought this was already quite greedy, but he never expected them to dare to take half of the legion's funds.

That much money is enough to support countless private armies.

It's even enough to support another universe's worth of Zerg.

He thought of the dragons in fairy tales.

Legend has it that dragons love glittering gold coins and gleaming gems.

But what use would dragons have for these things? Dragons don't buy things, and they don't wear jewelry.

Could it be that they're collecting them to combat the Great Depression?

There is only one truth that can explain this.

That is, the "dragon slayer" warriors had to explain the source of their wealth, so they fabricated the lie that dragons liked to hoard gold coins.

Aphrodite doesn't need credits, just like a dragon doesn't need gold coins.

Seeing Han Ling's expressionless face, the marshal continued:

"Your Excellency, the Second Legion is now on the verge of extinction. We implore you to leave behind the male insect pheromones."

From now on, the Second Legion will all be your descendants!

One sentence brought Han Ling back to reality.

He was seriously shocked.

What is it?

They were all his children?

He hurriedly waved his hand and said:

"No, no, no, I'm not really good at it!"

The marshal took out a large bucket, about half a person's height, from behind his cloak.

"Sir, just fill this bucket!"

Han Ling was so frightened that her hair almost stood on end.

"Oh no, this might not work! I'm not ready!"

The two struggled for several minutes.

Han Ling was only released after the marshal's personal terminal activated.

The marshal connected the personal terminal, and a roar immediately came from the other end:

"Walter! What have you done to him?!"

The marshal shrugged:

"I haven't done anything yet, and your call is so unfortunate, interrupting what I was about to do."

The roar continued:

"Walter! I'm warning you again, don't do anything illegal!"

The marshal's expression remained unchanged:

"Oh? Is that so? Then how do you plan to punish me?"

The person opposite him, his face ashen, finally spoke through gritted teeth after a long pause:

"Bring him back safely, without losing a single hair, and I'll give you 100,000 sperm."

The marshal shook his head:

"One million. Don't think I don't know how important the Double Black is."

"You!" The person on the other end was furious and started dredging up old grievances: "You've been very unruly lately. Last time, you went straight to Aphrodite for that shitty novel, and I already let you off the hook! Don't push your luck!"

The marshal ignored his attempts to bring up old grievances and refused to back down: "One million."

"Five hundred thousand!"

One million.

"Eight hundred thousand! That's the most I can go!"

"make a deal."

The marshal's face showed satisfaction. He turned the personal terminal aside and smiled:

"Let me show you Mr. Shuang Hei. Remember to have 800,000 ready before we arrive."

Han Ling's blank, dumbfounded face appeared on the screen.

Seeing that you were dressed neatly, the person on the other end breathed a sigh of relief, and without saying a word, hung up the call.

The marshal, satisfied, put away his personal computer and picked up the large bucket from the ground.

"Sir, there's nothing else. You should get some rest. I won't disturb you any longer."

Han Ling then realized that he had been tricked; they had deliberately teased him, saying something about filling a whole bucket...

However, there was one thing he wanted to confirm again.

"Marshal Walter, may I ask what the name of the novel that man just mentioned is?"

"You're interested too? Since you asked, let me recommend something to you. It's quite good and called 'The Pure Landlord Meets the Tenant'."

The kids in the legion really enjoyed watching it. But then Aphrodite was sealed off, which is why I went there to get some answers.

Han Ling's expression was complicated.

His novel was banned twice, but inexplicably it was reinstated.

This novel was his first pot of gold, opening up his path to making money.

So, the novel's unsealing was also thanks to the Second War Legion.

The doors to the vault were closed once again.

In the quiet space, he was the only one left.

Han Ling sat on the ground, feeling somewhat regretful.

He just stole so many energy blocks, isn't he repaying kindness with ingratitude?

He's such an ingrate!