Chapter 7: Healing System I cut the carrots and tomatoes, and washed the onions...
I cut the carrots and tomatoes, washed the onions, and peeled off the older skins.
He planned to make a vegetable soup.
The butter touches the bottom of the pan, giving off a light milky aroma. Pour the chopped onions in and stir-fry until fragrant.
The rich layers of vegetables and juicy tomatoes are cooked together and steaming hot, sprinkled with a small amount of pepper and salt, and garnished with fresh green parsley leaves.
In the room, Wei An was sleeping soundly. In his deep blue dream, spiritual tentacles grew out of his body with him as the center, flying around like an octopus.
Deep down in his heart, Wei An still considered himself an ordinary human being. Trapped in such a dream, his heart was trembling violently, and he was extremely frightened but still couldn't wake up.
Helplessly, Wei An could only try to accept this body and tried his best to control them, but it was always very difficult. Finally, when he felt that he seemed to be able to lift one of the disobedient tentacles, he woke up from the dream.
The window was only slightly open to let in air, and a gust of wind, carrying snowflakes with it, blew up, and the half-melted snow flakes formed frost on the window frames.
The damp, cold air suddenly made Wei An much more awake.
He slapped his dizzy head hard, opened his eyes and was directly faced with Meng Er with his big cute eyes.
Seeing that he woke up, Meng Er immediately set off a pink firework on the electronic display screen.
"Master, you finally woke up."
Even though he tried to get away with using cute electronic sounds, Wei An still stretched out his fingers to touch Moeji's head, pushing it further away.
"Master Ituran has been waiting for you for a long time and is waiting for you to have a meal together. Do you still want to go?"
A big question mark flashed above Meng Er's head.
Ituran!
He was waiting for me. By the way, he helped Yitulan with mental mediation last night. Is he feeling better?
Meng Er looked at his master who was obviously in a daze just now and suddenly became anxious, and was a little confused.
Seeing that he didn't get any instructions, he went out smoothly.
Yitulan was making hot orange tea and was confused when he saw Menger come out.
"Meng Er, did you disturb the male master's sleep?"
Hearing the accusatory words, Meng Er immediately shook his head like a sieve.
"No, Meng Er, the master woke up on his own."
The female insect was wearing a high-necked cotton dress, revealing a small part of her white neck. The light pink apron made her waist look even slimmer, softening her originally cold temperament.
Yitulan was a little surprised to see Wei'an coming out.
"My Lord, why don't you get some more sleep?"
Yitulan placed the hot orange tea on the table and leaned forward slightly, revealing her reddened skin through her loose pajamas. Last night, he had licked the female insect's smooth collarbone over and over again until her light blue eyes misted over...
Thinking of this, Wei An's face turned red.
"Are you feeling better? Did it work last night?"
It would be fine if this wasn't mentioned, but when it comes to this, Ituran can't help but feel a little confused.
Doesn't the hero have a mental disability? But last night...
Honestly, Yitulan's mind hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time. He finally understood why male insects were so naturally attracted to females.
From the time they were young, the females of the Empire possessed physiques far superior to those of other Zerg. As they grew, their mental turmoil grew stronger, its presence quietly clamoring through every training session and every breath, gradually eroding and devouring them until their bodies were completely transformed into nutrients, becoming fully transformed into a beast.
Noble female insects can marry male insects from other families, and some powerful female insects will even raise many civilian male insects for their own amusement.
Ordinary female insects are basically unable to escape from the mental chaos. Female insects from ordinary or middle-class families will choose to do easier jobs in society to maintain the stability of their spiritual sea and prolong their lives.
And those at the bottom, these lowly, abandoned female insects, can only pray for mercy from the insect god to allow them to survive.
Ituran was once such a bug.
After dinner, Wei An asked Meng Er to clean up the kitchen.
I started to train my mental strength, as last night's dream had haunted me a little.
The feeling of being out of control and in chaos made Wei An feel very uncomfortable.
He looked up the information, but there were very few records about how male Zerg used their mental power.
That's right, this is a racial talent.
Wei An decided to rely on himself, for example, trying to control his mental tentacles to make it look up information for him, or asking another mental tentacle to get a cup of water.
After repeating this several times, he seemed to be getting more proficient. If he considered his mental power a part of his body, then the tentacles of his mental power would be an extension of his body. As long as he was familiar with it, he could control its expansion and contraction at will, instead of just releasing it unconsciously like before.
Wei'an finished his training with satisfaction and noticed a new notification on his laptop. The first one seemed to be from the president of the Xiongbao Association, Aiwen, inviting him to a party.
Cross out indifference,
Next.
The second letter was from the Imperial Military Academy. It stated that they were honored that he was willing to join the Imperial Military Academy and asked him to choose his major as soon as possible. The school uniform and student handbook would be delivered soon, and they hoped that he would familiarize himself with them in advance and arrive on time for the start of the new semester.
Um?
what?
Why go to school?
Mask of pain.
"My Lord, what's wrong?"
Wei An was a little nervous. Why did he have to study after traveling through time? But seeing his wife's nervous and concerned expression, Wei An pretended to be calm.
"It's okay, it's just an admission notice."
Yitulan nodded, it was indeed nothing.
It’s no wonder that Yitulan thinks this way, although entering the Imperial Military Academy will be a test for female insects.
But for male Zerg, it's different; at most, it's like a spring outing. To increase the birth rate of high-quality Zerglings, the Empire encourages male Zerg to have more contact with high-ranking female Zerg.
Therefore, male insects go to school mainly for socializing and to find female insects that they like.
But when he thought about the other female insects around the male master, Yitulan couldn't help feeling a little depressed.
Don't think about it, Yitulan, how can you have such thoughts? The Lord is already very good...
Wei An was a little bald at the moment. He was going to make a decision that went against his ancestors (bushi). He planned to study medicine, which is now the treatment department.
In my previous life, I was struck by lightning. In my previous life, I studied medicine. I study medicine in this life.
There's no way around it, this is his main profession after all.
Wei An quickly chose the treatment system and quickly turned off the computer. If he was a second late, he would have regretted it.
At the Imperial Military Academy, the century-old history of the school imbued the evening with a melancholy and solemn atmosphere. Principal Avimir was leisurely enjoying his evening, the freshly brewed tea still wafting in the air, but he hadn't had time to savor it yet.
Bang——
The door was pushed open with great force. Avimir was so scared that he spat out a mouthful of tea and saw Ke Wen's face flushed with excitement.
"Kewen, why is it you? Why are you so irritable? What happened?"
Ai Weimir asked while wiping the water stains on the table.
Ke Wen tried hard to calm down, but his voice was still full of excitement.
"A B-rank male insect has applied for the healing department."
Upon hearing this, Avimir stood up immediately, spilling the tea he had just brewed. "What, B-level? Are you sure?"
"Really, Headmaster. I've already verified his identity secretly, but there's something wrong with his mental abilities."
Ai Weimier was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously, "What's the problem?"
"His mental power is flawed. Although it's B-level, in actual application, it's probably about the same as D-level. It's still not very stable."
Avimir took a long breath.
"It's okay, one is enough."
For many years, the Imperial Military Academy's Healing Department has primarily recruited females. After all, few males can endure years of dull, unrefined study. This year marks the first year of a male course, and despite generous benefits for applicants, few are willing to enroll.
It's true that female Zerg can cure most diseases with the help of their sophisticated knowledge system and the highly developed medical methods of the Zerg race. However, when the female Zerg's mental power is rampant, there is no other way except for the male Zerg's mental power to mediate.
The various Zerg tribes have developed and expanded over several epochs. Under the intervention of the federal government, the Zerg population has experienced several major surges. However, the number of male Zerg has changed little, and a large number of civilian female Zerg never come into contact with males in their lifetime. However, these females are also susceptible to psychic disturbances, and the federal government has always encouraged male Zerg to engage in medical work related to psychic mediation.
The birth rate of male Zerg has been declining in recent years. If one day, the Zerg truly lost all male Zerg, and the Zerg still hadn't found a way to deal with the female Zerg's mental power, the consequences were unpredictable. The Research Institute was growing increasingly anxious, but with the Zerg of the Male Protection Society around, it was impossible to allow male Zerg to participate in such a research project.
The Imperial Military Academy's Healing Department has provided a wealth of talent to the Institute over the years, fostering a close relationship between the Institute and the Imperial Military Academy. Even the Imperial Military Academy, as proud as it is, has had to bow its head and use the glory and status it represents to attract male insects to participate.
In the past, male insects relied on their unique talent for mental strength, making them natural masters of mechas. Back then, the battlefield was never just a stage for female insects.
The females' spurs and wings give them a natural fighting talent, and their abnormal physical strength and body repair ability make them even more powerful.
But the male insect can control the mecha with its mental power, and can use its mental power to cover the entire battlefield, making it the best battlefield commander.
After that disaster, the male insects lost their ability to soar through the sky and gallop across the battlefield. They began to degenerate, becoming jealous, lazy, greedy, and tyrannical. They forgot the blood in their bones and the glory they once had.
Ai Weimir put down the tea in his hand that had already cooled down and looked at the bright lights of the main city outside the window.
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