As Han Ling had expected, his post quickly garnered a large number of replies from female insects.

Many readers rushed over with knives.

—Waaaaah! You damn author! How dare you show your face after posting such a horrific video?!

—Tell me your address, I want to challenge you to a one-on-one match offline!

—The katana! The katana! I cried for the first time!

—Author, thank you for writing a song for us caterpillars!

...

After countless comments were posted, only one female insect finally glanced at the title.

—What is this? How did Swallowing Wind and Kissing Rain suddenly become a god?

—I'm not sure, but I want to ask, is this statement true or false? If it is true, I wish I could go on a date with the male insect!

—Author, look at me! I make a wish: I only want one UR card! I want all five of you, please!

Please give me an SSR card! I don't want a UR card, I'm not greedy!

Six yuan and forty cents is a bit low, how about 648?

—I don't want anything right now, I just want credits! I want to draw cards!!

The comments that followed were somewhat unexpected.

Few people mentioned the male insect; everyone was preoccupied with the cards in the game.

To them, the male insect was nothing but a mirage.

However, once you draw a card, you can immediately enter the story.

Han Ling couldn't see the comments; she could only hear the system's relay.

After listening for a while, Han Ling waved his hand:

"I'll stop listening now. I have some inspiration right now. I'll write the book first."

As for the post, no one's gotten to the main point yet. Wait until I land and check the top-rated comments—that'll be truly exciting!

Bored during his interstellar journey, Han Ling imagined a "dream adventure" and was suddenly bursting with inspiration.

He immediately turned on his personal computer and started typing, preparing to write the sequel to "Charge! Top Male Insect Lord".

Han Ling has now completed one-third of the script for this game.

He planned to finish the remaining two-thirds on the way.

At this time, there was still a month before he arrived on Aphrodite.

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Freville Star.

The Fifth Guard Legion's base.

Lieutenant Bart was looking down at the quantum computer, his short, dark brown hair combed back, with a strand falling in front of his eyes.

He blew on his hair and carefully left his wish below the post:

I hope to have a pleasant date with you, sir.

After leaving the message, Bart glanced at the time; their break was over, and they had to continue their patrol.

He put his finger to his lips and let out a sharp whistle, waking up the team members around him.

"Is it time to rest? Let me sleep for another ten minutes."

"Another assembly? I feel like I just fell asleep."

The continuous shifts left every female soldier in the team somewhat exhausted.

Including today, they have been patrolling for 300 consecutive days.

They are not made of steel; the constant tension and fragmented sleep patterns cause considerable suffering for many female soldiers.

In interstellar warfare, female military personnel are only allowed one day of rest per year.

The rest of the time, they have to take turns on duty, train, and patrol.

Bart clapped his hands;

"Alright, assemble within ten seconds! That last sentence is just for our squad; don't let it get out of here. Otherwise, we'll all be punished!"

Interstellar beasts belong to the dark matter universe and cannot be detected.

These patrol teams are the highest level of alert on the resource planet, bearing a heavy responsibility.

After the team assembled.

Bart spread his wings and led his troops straight north.

...

By the time the patrol was over, it was already late at night.

The female soldiers greeted each other and then dragged their tired bodies back to their own houses.

Bart drifted back to his room.

He didn't remember how he got in, but once inside, Bart still habitually put his hands behind his back.

Locate the combat uniform interface at the neck and slide it down.

The zipper of his combat uniform was unzipped, and Bart grabbed the shirt from his shoulder and pulled it to the side.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice appeared in his ear.

"Dude, why are your pectoral muscles so well-developed?"

Bart's drowsy feeling suddenly vanished.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the surrounding scenery vanished like smoke.

It turns out that what I just experienced was a dream.

He was so tired that he only managed to take off his combat uniform down to his forearms before collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep.

Bart threw his clothes on the ground, revealing his well-defined chest and abdominal muscles.

He cautiously looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one was there.

"I've been too stressed lately, so I'll go to bed early tonight and get some rest."

After muttering to himself, he went into the bathroom and quickly washed off the sweat.

He was so frightened by what he just experienced that he broke out in a cold sweat.

After washing up, he quickly dried himself off and lay down on the bed.

This time, he slept soundly until dawn.

The next day, early morning.

Bart, full of energy, rallied the team and began their morning training.

On the training ground in the early morning, rows of female soldiers stood together.

They were muscular and had an upright posture.

Their tall stature, slender waist, and long legs give them near-perfect body proportions.

Just standing there, the female soldiers looked like meticulously sculpted male god sculptures.

As Bart watched the team members warming up, his gaze swept over their physiques, and his mind involuntarily drifted back to the fleeting dream he had experienced the previous night.

He first glanced at his teammate Avery's chest muscles, then looked down at his own.

It looks like there's no difference?

Bart straightened his chest and, after careful observation, came to the conclusion that his pectoral muscles were indeed more developed.

He has good taste in praising his insects.

Suddenly, Bart's face stiffened.

Insect poop! Why would a female insect praise him? Did he dream of the male insect yesterday?

You can't go wrong!

It must be the male insect!

He even dreamt that the male insect was praising his physique!

Bart, belatedly realizing what was happening, was somewhat absent-minded for the rest of the day.

He kept making assumptions in his mind.

If he hadn't woken up yesterday, what would have happened between him and you in your dream?

He boldly considered several positions.

Bart originally intended to share this with his teammate Avery and discuss it with him.

But before he could speak, he dismissed the idea.

It's just a fleeting dream; to bring it up and discuss it so extensively is rather foolish.

It was night, just before the group was about to disband.

Avery patted Bart on the shoulder.

"Captain, what's wrong? You seem listless all day."

Bart shook his head:

"It's nothing, go back and rest, I'm just a little tired."

Avery shrugged:

"Alright, I'll head back now. Let me know if anything comes up. If you want to top up your game account but don't have enough credits, I can lend you some."

Bart was amused by this remark and shoved his shoulder:

"Don't worry, I won't be polite to you if I'm short of money."

After returning home with something on his mind, Bart took a shower and made a point of looking in the mirror.

"Alas, it's such a pity that no male insect can appreciate my perfect figure!"

After drying off, he wrapped a white towel around his waist, humming a song as he pushed open the bathroom door.

But the scene outside the bathroom startled him.

The simply furnished bedroom has disappeared.

Outside the bathroom door, there was a large grassy area.

Wildflowers bloomed on the grass, stretching all the way to the horizon.

At the far end of the field of vision, there is an elegantly designed dining table and two wrought iron chairs.

Many vines are coiled around the railing of the chair.

Before Bart could even be surprised, a figure appeared on one of the chairs.