Just as Han Ling was seething with anger.

A message notification sound suddenly rang on his personal computer.

Han Ling tapped the light brain on his wrist, and a chat screen popped up.

It was a message from Bern Hill.

[Bourne Hill]: Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Boss, I'm going to die!

[Han Ling]: What's wrong?

[Bourne Hill]: I got drunk yesterday and just woke up now. When I woke up, I found out that I was scheduled to attend the last dance!

[Han Ling]: How was the last ball? Will I die?

[Bern Hills]: I don't know, but all the males from the final ball have disappeared. Nobody knows where they are. Waaah! I'm so miserable! How could this happen!

[Han Ling]: I was also at the last ball, one of the group that went on at 11 p.m.

[Bourne Hill]: ? ? ? Wait! Something's not right! Boss, you didn't complete a single mission, that's why you were relegated to the last ball. What did I do wrong?

[Han Ling]: How would I know? Think about it yourself. What's different about this month compared to the past?

[Bern Hills]: I remember now! The difference is that during the days I was broke, I ate several meals provided by Aphrodite!

[Han Ling]: Really because of that? You were poor for three days and then became my lackey? It's not that exaggerated!

[Bourne Hill]: ...Let me think about it some more...I think I know the real reason! Let me go and verify it!

Han Ling raised an eyebrow when he saw the message from Bern Mountain. Could there be some secret behind this?

More than ten minutes later.

Bern Hill started sending messages and crying.

[Bern Hills]: Boss, I figured it out! Waaaaah, I got totally screwed! Turns out that bastard Parma, every time he said he'd treat us to a buffet, he actually fed us food from Aphrodite!

[Bourne Mountain]: Waaaaah, I ate seven or eight buffet meals this month because I was broke!

[Bourne Hill]: Aaaaaah! What do we do, boss?!

Han Ling saw Bern Mountain's somewhat distraught post and sent him a message to comfort him:

"It's alright. With you taking my place, I can die in peace."

[Bourne Hill]: Waaaaah! Boss, I'm about to die, why are you still bullying me! Waaaah...

Over the next few hours.

Han Ling chatted with Bern Mountain in a casual manner, constantly thinking of countermeasures.

During this time, he unleashed his mental energy to probe outwards, searching for the Male Insect Management Association.

This discovery weighed even heavier on Han Ling's heart.

Edwards, the caretaker of the central castle, was a good distance away from the central castle.

The Male Insect Management Association must be aware of the fact that male insects' mental power has been stripped away, and tacitly approves of the existence of the alien race.

Han Ling sneered as he thought of this.

He has never been a kind person; anyone who hurts him, die!

Those who condone or tacitly approve of the murderer's actions will also face the same fate!

Han Ling didn't care what the murderer's reasons were; none of that was a reason for him to become a victim!

The classic trolley problem: A train is traveling south and suddenly comes to a Y-shaped intersection.

If you keep walking forward, you might run over and kill a group of people.

But if you change lanes, you only need to kill one person.

So where is this train headed, and who will be sacrificed?

Han Ling is now someone who is about to be hit and killed.

His response was that if anyone dared to hit him, he would overturn the train and everyone would perish!

Especially the Holy Mother, kill her first!

Send the Virgin Mary to meet God!

A train can stop, just like a wrong decision can be reversed.

If Han Ling has the ability to resist but chooses not to, then he will live a life of humiliation and die a cowardly death.

If there's a problem, solve it; if the road is blocked, seek alternative solutions.

Capable people, when faced with a problem, will definitely think about how to solve it, rather than sacrificing some innocent people and pretending to be righteous.

It was ten o'clock.

Bern Mountain put down his personal terminal, began washing up, and prepared to head to the central castle.

Han Ling also sat up and started picking out clothes from the wardrobe.

Since moving into the castle, the wardrobe inside has been filled with all sorts of clothes.

These are all clothes that Aphrodite prepared for Han Ling. Most of the clothes come with capes, which shows that they value Han Ling, this double black male insect, very much.

However, Han Ling violated the male insect management regulations in his first month here. I wonder if the male insect management association will feel it's a pity, a waste of the superior genes of the double black insect.

Han Ling fastened his cufflinks in front of the mirror, and a gentle smile appeared on his expressionless face.

He wanted to see what kind of alien race had made Aphrodite submit willingly.

At this moment, the system spoke encouragingly in his mind:

[Host, keep it up! Go for it! The system will keep you safe.]

Even in death, we merely return to the river of time, continuing our slumber, awaiting the next resurgence after the accumulation of energy.

We, the Yao clan, are capable of taking things on, letting them go, and understanding the situation clearly.

Upon hearing this, a smile appeared in Han Ling's eyes:

"Roderick is waiting for me, and I can't bear to die! Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

The spiritual power of the Yao Clan is as strong as the physical power of the Zerg, enough to sweep across an entire universe.

After getting dressed, Han Ling stood at the bedroom door, waiting for 11 o'clock to arrive.

When the clock struck eleven.

Three tracked robots simultaneously said:

"Your Excellency Han Ling, your ball has begun. Please come downstairs to attend."

Han Ling reached out and pushed open the door. His fingers were adorned with rings of various colored gemstones, each gemstone the size of a pigeon egg.

This wasn't provided by Aphrodite.

It was something Han Ling had exchanged from the Yao Clan's treasury, and he had secretly taken it with him while adjusting his cuffs.

Han Ling walked through the long corridor to the second-floor stands.

He leaned on the railing of the second-floor stands and looked down. The dance floor on the first floor was already full of male insects.

In the dance floor of the final ball, there were only 7,648 people, including Han Ling herself.

The male insects' faces were filled with fear and anxiety as they stood uneasily in the center of the dance floor.

Some of the male insects, seemingly already aware of their impending doom, stood aside, their faces ashen, awaiting their fate.

Han Ling stood on the second floor, her figure too conspicuous.

The male insects all looked up, and then their eyes widened.

Discussion began.

—Why are the two black characters also at the last ball?

—What did the two black guys do wrong?

—I don't know, didn't Double Black just arrive?

—Oh my god, Shuanghei just arrived, is he going to die already? How old is he?

—What a pity!

—It's strange that this pair of black suitors doesn't seem worried at all.

—Perhaps it's because Double Black won't die, after all, Double Black is so precious.

Is that even possible? I've never heard of a male insect surviving a final dance.