Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.
On an F-class planet, the forest living area was as bustling as ever.
As the sun sets in the west, a thick fog rises from the forest.
Blinding golden light pierced through the clouds and diffused to every corner of the planet.
Han Ling, who had been lying in the hibernation pod for seven days, was finally awakened by the dazzling light.
He opened his eyes blankly and remained silent in the hibernation pod for a long time.
A dozen minutes later, Han Ling finally regained consciousness.
He rubbed his eyes, opened the hibernation pod, and staggered out of it.
"Sleeping for seven days has made me stupid. My mind was completely blank just now. I was even wondering why I was sleeping here. System, is my illness really cured? Why do I feel like there's something wrong with my brain?" Han Ling joked in a good mood, his voice still a little hoarse.
The system's mechanical voice echoed in my mind:
[The host's genetic cancer has been completely cured, and their mind is temporarily functioning normally. The host's body is now fully recovered. Would you like to activate the system task?]
Hearing the system's words, Han Ling smiled slightly:
"System task? Let's wait a bit. I've just recovered, let me get used to it first."
Then, ignoring the system's incessant chatter in his mind, Han Ling took out his personal terminal, found the most luxurious restaurant in the forest, and ordered an exorbitantly priced meal.
I heard that this set meal is the male insect's favorite, and it costs 60,000 credits per serving.
While waiting for her meal, Han Ling did a few push-ups on the first floor of the villa to test her physical condition.
He discovered that his body had indeed recovered to its peak condition.
When he had a tumor in his body, he would feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his lungs would feel blocked, even if he ran for a little while.
He can now do thirty push-ups in a row and still breathe smoothly.
Feeling satisfied with her physical condition, Han Ling hummed a song as she walked into the bathroom and quickly took a shower.
Half an hour later.
Han Ling, dressed neatly, walked to the villa entrance to pick up her meal.
A box lay quietly on the ground outside the villa.
Why use "lying down" to describe it?
Because of the size of this box, it's almost the same size as the hibernation pod Han Ling lay in for seven days!
Han Ling held back for a moment, but couldn't help but complain:
"Isn't this just excessive packaging? This is practically selling coffins!"
Han Ling even suspected that with his useless male physique, he probably couldn't even lift the box.
He bent down, placed his hand on the food box, and then used all his strength to try to lift it up.
"one two three!"
Han Ling's face turned red, but the box remained unmoved. He estimated that the box weighed at least 300 jin (150 catties), heavier than the wooden bucket rice he had eaten at the restaurant before.
Han Ling, who had just recovered, suffered another blow.
He was so weak that he couldn't even lift his lunchbox.
Finally, Han Ling managed to drag the large coffin to the first floor of the villa, pulling and pulling it along the way.
He was panting heavily from exhaustion and plopped down on the coffin.
"System, do you have any medicine to improve my physique? You should get benefits after completing your system mission, right?" Han Ling asked as he unbuckled his belt and took out the tail hook that had been cramping up.
The male insect's physique is far too weak in interstellar space!
Just lifting something makes my limbs ache, and now even my tail hook is cramping!
The system replied:
[There are no physique-enhancing drugs in the system shop. A male insect's physique has its limits. Forcing the physique beyond these limits with medication will cause insufficient blood supply to the heart, and all organs will be unable to withstand the strain, leading to sudden death. The system suggests that the host adapt to the male insect's physique as soon as possible.]
Upon hearing this, Han Ling pursed his lips. Okay, then he'd try to adapt.
The system continued:
[In addition, the host will indeed receive rewards for completing tasks. The system shop is now officially open.]
Each time the host completes a task, they will unlock one item. These can be purchased using energy stones.
Upon hearing about the system store, Han Ling became interested.
He curiously stroked his chin:
"You're the 'Guardian System,' so let me guess what's in the system shop. Hmm... could it be a medicine that can bring the dead back to life?"
After a long silence, the system replied:
No... the system shop sells weapons.
Starships, warships, spaceships—you name it, they have it.
A compressed resonant disk powerful enough to destroy a star, or a handheld electromagnetic rifle.
Only by arming themselves can the host's safety be best guaranteed.
"Huh?" Han Ling's mouth dropped open in surprise: "I'm a male insect, I can barely lift a food bucket, are you sure I can lift an electromagnetic rifle? I get airsick on spaceships, are you sure I can pilot a space battleship?"
The system's silence is the best answer.
Han Ling sighed, somewhat speechless.
The items in the system shop are flashy but impractical; he has absolutely no use for them!
Unless he wants to declare himself king.
But female insects aren't just sitting around doing nothing. Billions of female insects in the interstellar space devoured him, and the meat he got wasn't even enough to fill his teeth.
Moreover, the Zerg are living quite well now; even the Zerg on garbage planets are well-fed and have grown tall, strong, and powerful.
Han Ling scratched his head and sighed:
"Let's talk about the mission later. I'll eat first and then contact Azure Knight to ask how the game is going."
Upon hearing this, the system fell silent again.
Han Ling stood up, pushed open the coffin lid, and saw the contents of the boxed meal.
The huge lunchbox was divided into more than a dozen portions, with white rice spread out underneath.
The various meats and vegetables piled up on top resembled a wall.
Some are coated with thick sauce, while others are simply blanched.
Han Ling couldn't name these ingredients, but the aroma of the food made his mouth water.
He held a spoon in both hands and ate voraciously.
The ingredients from interstellar space are just the best!
With more planets and larger territories, there is a greater variety of food to choose from.
An hour later.
Han Ling was tired from eating, but he still felt like he hadn't eaten enough.
Eating basic processed foods does not provide a feeling of fullness and results in very low energy utilization.
Han Ling realized once again that he was no longer a human from Earth. Even if he was weak, he was still a male insect.
Two hours later.
Han Ling finally finished eating and drinking.
He plopped down at the desk, ready to start working.
As a boss, he needs to be considerate of his subordinates.
How can a company generate revenue if its employees don't work hard?
Han Ling turned on his personal terminal, ready to inquire about the company's revenue.
Upon opening the enterprise office software, Han Ling discovered that his company had already begun to take shape.
Total number of employees: 386.
Han Ling glanced at it briefly, then took out his calculator. He needed to calculate how much salary he needed to pay each month for all these people.
You wouldn't believe it until you did the math, and the results were shocking.
Han Ling stipulated that the company's minimum salary, or starting salary, is 15,000 yuan per month.
If all are paid at the minimum wage, the monthly salary for 386 people would be 5.8 million.
Upon seeing the results, Han Ling's hands, holding the personal terminal, trembled.
If you want to be prominent in public, you must suffer in private.
This boss is not someone an ordinary person can be.
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