Chapter 6 The Truth of the Past Attia's gaze was calm, "You..."
Attia's gaze was calm. "You shouldn't have come to see me."
Meeting those dim eyes, the large female insect choked on her words, her eyes instantly reddening. "I... I just..."
The thin female insect chimed in, "He's just worried about you."
"Palmer, you're joining in his antics too."
"...Everyone just misses you so much."
"..."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Attiya ultimately didn't say anything more.
"Alright, Rupert, stop crying." His voice was as cold as ever.
"Yes, sir!" The large female insect Rupert instinctively stood at attention and saluted, but looking into the Legion Commander's dull and lifeless eyes, he felt a pang of sadness. Everything had been fine before...
The slender female insect, Palmer, remained remarkably calm, reporting on all the major and minor events in the legion, from various battles and competitions to the current situations of her comrades, just as she always had.
Atia didn't stop him; Palmer's tendency to talk too much when nervous was a minor flaw. "Palmer, I trust you completely with the Legion's affairs."
Palmer straightened up a bit and said, "Recently, there have been rumors that the Legion will be parachuted in a new Legion Commander..."
Rupert pouted, "But we just want you back."
"..."
Another silence fell over the air.
The female insect with long silver hair stood by the window, turned her head to look at us, and spoke in a soft voice, yet with an undeniable power.
"Don't be willful, just do what you're supposed to do."
For a fleeting moment, Rupert seemed to see the Legion Commander again, his figure as upright as ever, his aura as sharp as ever, as if he had never left.
Although her pale purple eyes had dimmed, Palmer still felt a shiver under that illusory gaze, and even felt an urge to tell her everything—no, he couldn't.
Palmer stood at attention and saluted as usual. "Understood!"
Palmer understood what he meant: regardless of whether there was an airdrop or who the airdropped insects were, the Legion of Dawn would always be just the Legion of Dawn.
After they left, the ward remained quiet for a long, long time.
Atiyah touched his eyes, but all he could see was emptiness. He wanted to move forward, but he could no longer see his path ahead, nor did he know where to go next.
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Male Worm Academy.
Daniel began to recount the events that had spiraled out of control.
"The loss of control happened about half a month ago. At that time, news of female insects going out of control and injuring A-level male insects came out everywhere, which shocked me. The Federation has not seen such a thing for a long time, not to mention that now all the male insects are in the inner area and they don't usually come into contact with any female insects."
"The incident occurred at a banquet hosted by that A-level male insect. The banquet was held in the core area of the inner district, where all the male insects were of high rank. According to that A-level insect, he didn't know why this out-of-control female insect appeared at the banquet."
"The Male Insect Protection Association says that Atia is being held in their disciplinary room for some reason. They don't know how he escaped and even injured a male insect."
"You know what happened next. The online comments were all demanding that the female insect be executed. It was that A-level guy who took pity on him and made him atone for his sins as a female slave."
Murphy easily noticed something was amiss. If what was online was true, then it wouldn't match the storyline of "being favored by a high-ranking male insect and added to his harem overnight." But now, with Atia in his life, it fit the storyline of "resisting to the death and then being tormented by her little follower."
So it's obvious that the story is real, and what's online is what the male insect wanted the insect people to know.
This male insect is different from the ordinary, simple-minded male insect. Although it is essentially the same and doesn't care about female insects, it values its reputation very much.
Murphy guessed that before the incident, the male insect must have been rebuffed by Atia, so he deliberately set a trap to not only preserve his good reputation but also completely drag Atia into the mud, thus avenging his failure.
The male insect protection association couldn't possibly be unaware of such a ridiculous situation, but given that one is a Grade A male insect and the other is a common female insect, it's obvious who they would choose.
This must be the truth behind the so-called loss of control in public.
Grade A male? He remembered.
...
On a certain forum for female insects, hundreds of posts are jumping up and down every minute.
108 Tips to Attract Male Insects' Attention
50 ways to invite a male insect to a date
[Large quantities of alien beast cores for sale at low prices]
...
Suddenly, a new post popped up in the female insect forum, which was filled with all sorts of messy guides. Because the question was so pretentious, it quickly attracted a lot of attention.
[Seeking recommendations for vegetables that female insects like to eat]
Shortly after it was posted, several comments immediately appeared below.
【？】
Stop pretending, there aren't any males on this forum.
[Agreed, isn't it annoying to post seven or eight hundred times a month?]
[Calling the administrator.]
(Original Poster) [Wait a minute, I was just asking, please don't offend anyone.]
[Don't overreact, upstairs or downstairs. Maybe the insect family just has one female brother?]
[Uh... to be honest, it's kind of weird to want to know what the female insect brothers like to eat.]
[Most female insects are carnivorous, and due to their species, most also have a sweet tooth; you can adjust the ingredients accordingly.]
[The only honest person in the post has appeared.]
(Original Poster) [Okay, thank you.]
When other users tried to post something, they found the post had been deleted, suggesting that they had simply asked a question.
ah?
No water injection, no traffic diversion, no account nurturing—could it really be true?
They even encountered such a niche event?
Insect droppings!
...
Murphy arrived at the central hospital carrying large and small bags.
After several days of treatment, Atia's condition improved considerably. The external wounds had scabbed over and faded, and her mental domain had not continued to deteriorate. However, if she did not receive pheromone soothing, this situation would not last long.
Since starting classes, Murphy has developed some ideas about pheromones, but he simply hasn't had time to go to other areas to find materials recently.
"I'm back!"
"The doctor said you can eat a little bit today. I didn't know what kind of food you like, so I brought a little bit of everything."
To avoid making a mistake, Murphy specifically searched online for what female insects like to eat before cooking. Unfortunately, even the female insect forums didn't have the answer, so he had to post a question. Luckily, there are still many good insects in the world, and he quickly got the answer.
A bowl of sweet porridge, a bowl of savory porridge, a bowl of sweet soup, and a bowl of savory soup. The savory ones all have minced meat added, and they're served with refreshing snacks that aren't too sweet or too salty. Everyone who comes here would say it's perfect.
As soon as the lunchbox was opened, the light aroma of rice porridge and the sweet taste of soup mixed together, instantly dispelling much of the disinfectant smell in the ward.
The beautiful, silver-haired female insect was sitting obediently on the bed, looking at him with her misty violet eyes, as if she had been waiting for him to come back.
Having a wife is great, Murphy thought to himself with a smug smile.
Since that day, Atia has never tried to break its own core again. The male insect is strange; he is unsure if his dying attack will be effective.
Moreover, Murphy paid close attention to him to an extremely meticulous degree; whenever the status display screen by the bed showed any abnormality, Murphy would check on his condition with great anxiety.
At first, he thought it was just an act, but after observing for several days, Atia did not sense anything amiss from Mephiel, as if all his caring actions were entirely voluntary.
But how is that possible? How can the same insect change so much in a single day?
What does he want to get out of him by doing all this? What else is there to gain from him?
Murphy had no idea about the conspiracy theories in his wife's mind; if he did, he would only cry foul.
...
Well, it's not entirely unfair. How can wanting a wife's body not be considered having ulterior motives?
Murphy laid out a bunch of bags and packages on the table.
Good news! His wife didn't refuse the food he brought, and the way she ate it was so cute.
The bad news is that I ate a little of everything and couldn't tell which one I liked, or which one I didn't like at all.
Murphy comforted himself, "It's okay, it must be because there weren't enough choices. I'll bring more next time."
Not long after the meal, seeing that Atia was staring out the window in a daze, Murphy followed her gaze and noticed that it was a rare sunny day. He offered, "The sun is shining particularly well today, perfect for sunbathing. Let me take you for a walk."
Murphy didn't use a question because he knew the poor, withdrawn Big Beauty wouldn't respond, but the weather was indeed nice today. Central Star was almost entering winter, and the bright, warm sun felt very comfortable on his skin.
Murphy took out a thick, warm coat from his pre-prepared luggage. The coat had a warm velvet trim around the collar and cuffs and was a glossy white that matched Attia's hair color perfectly.
Atiyah let him do as he pleased, the thick coat covering him, making him almost sweat in the heated room, the furry collar replacing the function of a scarf, and the cuffs tied tightly.
In addition, Murphy took a fluffy headband and loosely gathered Attia's beautiful long hair behind her head, tying it into a pretty bow.
And then a beautiful, round, and chubby little bug wife was born! Except for her still pale complexion, everything else about her was completely different from when we first met.
Ah! This damn sense of accomplishment!
Murphy was quite satisfied with his training techniques.
Next up are wheelchairs.
As Murphy was about to push the wheelchair, a slightly cold hand touched his.
Murphy turned around in surprise and saw a pair of beautiful, misty, pale purple eyes staring at him without blinking. Although her face was indifferent and emotionless, Murphy strangely understood his request: he wanted to walk around by himself.
“It might be inconvenient without a wheelchair,” Murphy hesitated at first, then changed his tune, looking out for his own benefit, “How about I hold your hand? Is that alright?”
The beautiful woman with long, silver-white hair slowly nodded and took the initiative to place her hand in his palm.
Oh, so cute.
Murphy grabbed them, and his slender, beautiful fingers were obediently held in his palm. With a little force, he could feel his fingers moving in his palm.
Atia's fingertips felt cold, and his heart was beating a little faster; those familiar with him would know he was nervous.
Attiyah did it on purpose.
He wants to try again.
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