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The priest slowly opened his eyes and stared at his hands in a daze for two seconds, still recalling the feeling of contact with his mother in the dream just now. It was so beautiful that it was too addictive.
The reality of not being able to see the Queen has become so dull that one wishes to stay in the dream forever.
He stood up. The Zerg's superior physique allowed him to kneel on the ground for long periods without discomfort, and he could still move freely. He looked up and saw a pure white female statue of compassion standing in the center of the hall. Her face was not carved, but was smooth and eerily frightening.
This is a statue of the Queen, and he was just kneeling in front of the statue.
The white-haired priest stepped forward and placed his hand on the statue's face, gently tracing the facial features of the girl in his dream, with a smile unconsciously appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Creak—the heavy door was pushed open, the crisp sound of leather shoes clattering on the ground. The visitor paid no attention to his infatuation with a statue and casually greeted him, "Good morning. Any news about the Queen today?"
The priest did not turn around, he knew which colleague was coming. In fact, such a conversation had happened countless times in the past few decades, with the same questions and answers repeated every day, but today, he was going to give a different answer.
"Terminal," he called.
Following his call, three thousand white lights inside the hall suddenly lit up, and the entire hall was as bright as a sun that could not be looked at directly. The dazzling light almost blinded people's eyes. Unfortunately, the two people present were not ordinary people. They were just monsters covered with a beautiful layer of mimic human skin, so they were naturally not affected.
The lights transformed into projections, forming an illusory human figure within a sea of white light. A clear, electronic, and somewhat mechanical voice responded to the priest: "I am here. How may I be of assistance to you, Your Excellency?"
The priest moved slightly, revealing the stone statue whose face he had just carved with his mental power, a face that was extremely similar to Wen Yuxiao.
After the vivid statue had a face, it immediately became peaceful and loving, like a gentle mother looking at her beloved children, as if it could come alive in the next second, walk down from the throne and stroke the children's heads with its hands.
"Scan it," the priest said, gazing at the statue. "Based on a preliminary estimate, on a marginal planet with a less developed economy, around 18 years old, with orphans given priority, how long will it take to compare the results?"
He was able to deduce a lot of information through a brief conversation with Wen Yuxiao, and combined with his physical condition, he believed that the authenticity of this information was about 70 to 80 percent.
The artificial intelligence called "Terminal" looked at the statue carefully. Although it was just a body made up of a bunch of data, his expression was no different from that of the other Overlord, the same surprise and joy.
He put on a very human expression. "We're currently doing a full-power comparison. The results will be out in fifty minutes. Do you want me to count down?"
The priest shook his head and said, "Don't tell the other Zerg about this news. Mother is still questioning her own identity."
"But you told me," the black-haired, golden-eyed Overlord, who had been silent until then, spoke up. He looked even sharper, exuding a tough and unapproachable aura. Even with his glasses covering his eyes, his golden eyes were still sharp enough to pierce. "Any plans, Priest?"
"I can't hide the fact that I used the terminal from you, and without the help of the terminal, it would be difficult for me to find my mother relying on the spiritual connection alone." The priest replied indifferently.
He was always gentle in front of Wen Yuxiao, with a warm smile on his face, trying his best to show his most harmless side to her, but now, even when facing colleagues with whom he had worked for a hundred years, he was expressionless and indifferent.
There is a very strict hierarchy among the Zerg. The most important one is of course the Queen. The next ones are the seven King Zergs who are qualified to be the Queen's breeding partners. Each of them is a genius in various fields who has been screened from countless middle and low-level Zergs. They hold supreme power, second only to the Queen.
Although the Queen's status is noble, other Zergs also have the opportunity to replace it. This position is only reserved for the most powerful monsters and is the dream that every Zerg strives for throughout their lives.
Seven king insects manage the Zerg and give orders, but the queen has the final decision-making power, and all Zerg must bow to the queen.
They could certainly communicate through their swarm consciousness, the Zerg's unique mental network, but this risked being overheard by other Overlords. Furthermore, after the Queen's departure, swarm consciousness was rarely used, and each Overlord had its own selfish agenda regarding the Queen, wishing the others would all die so they could have her all to themselves.
After all, she was their beloved mother, and everyone wanted to possess her exclusively.
The priest and the Overlord, codenamed "Scholar," exchanged a knowing glance, their agreement sealed. The latter adjusted his facial expression to avoid giving anyone a glimpse of what was going on. "I'll be leaving first. I have a meeting at school."
The priest nodded. It was not that the scholar did not want to wait here for the comparison results from the terminal, but if he stayed in the hall for an abnormally long period of time, it would be easy for other king insects to notice something was wrong.
Now is a time of suspicion. The sensitive monsters will not miss any abnormality from other members of the same tribe. Just like the priest suddenly called the terminal today, the scholar as a developer will definitely know it and will follow the clues to find out the result. There is no point in concealing it, so they reached a cooperation at this moment.
It didn't even take fifty minutes. Thirty minutes into the priest's gaze at the statue, the boy made of data burst into a cheer of surprise: "Found it!"
"D-class inferior planet, currently studying at the official unified No. 8 Middle School in the F area city, living in the official unified Hope Orphanage, currently aged seventeen years and ten months, parents unknown." After the data report was completed, the terminal did not reveal the Queen's name. In front of this rather particular priest, this would be disrespectful. If he really said it so casually, his clone would probably be instantly destroyed by his mental power.
The priest tapped the multifunctional portable communicator on his wrist, indicating that the terminal had received the data, and instructed, "The scholar and I are not able to go over there. You control two more androids over there."
"Okay." The terminal thought to itself, there's no need for you to remind me of this important matter concerning my mother. I transferred some of the data when I looked up the information ten minutes ago. I also said that I knew and would do it.
The information he told was much simpler. In fact, even the time when Wen Yuxiao failed an exam in school was found out. All the biography recorded by electronic devices was packaged up, and an abridged version with some information cut out was sent to the priests and scholars. The full version was hidden in his own computer, encrypted and encrypted again.
The small terminal is just a smarter artificial intelligence. It can't compete with the king insects for favor, so it has to be a little more malicious.
Wen Yuxiao, completely unaware that her eighteen years of online surfing experience had been exposed, finished a tiring day, lay on the bed with a sigh, and rarely talked about the future with her friend: "Which university do you want to apply to in the future?"
In the past, she would feel tired and have a headache at this time. She would cover herself with the quilt and wish she could fall asleep immediately to avoid being tortured to death and staying awake all night. Today, she unexpectedly felt energetic and was able to participate in her favorite girls' night chat show in her previous life.
"Me?" My friend's voice was low and depressed. "You know, I'm not a good student, and I became an adult ten days earlier than you. I guess after being kicked out, I'll give up my studies and focus on working."
Damn, I said the wrong thing. Wen Yuxiao realized she had said something wrong and closed her mouth, not knowing what to say. This life was just like her previous one; she still hadn't learned how to comfort people. She could only offer ineffective comfort like a pastry chef, using the ineffective methods of "touching, kneading, and hugging."
They really didn't have any good choices as they were born in an orphanage. Many of them gave up their studies. Wen Yuxiao was also a little shaken at this moment. She lived frugally and worked diligently to save some money, but she didn't know if she could support her high university tuition.
The dormitory, which was full of laughter and chatter just now, suddenly became quiet, and everyone fell into deep thought.
She became anxious whenever she thought of this. Well, her words silenced the entire dormitory, and eventually made herself feel uncomfortable. There was no better atmosphere terminator than her.
It would be great if she wasn't a fake Zerg Queen, Wen Yuxiao fantasized. If she were the real Zerg Queen, she would sell this position. Anyway, the heroine in the original book never did any serious work all year round. She either did that or lay down and was pampered. All her power was taken away by the Zerg Kings. She only had to listen to the Kings' pillow talk and make decisions occasionally.
It might be a bit scary to think about it, but the heroine is really just a useless person who does nothing but do things and lay eggs, and she brags about how happy she is in front of others every day. The overlords just need to use the queen's name to carry out their own plans.
That is to say, she can ask the queen insects to give her a sum of money, sign an agreement guaranteeing that she will never reveal her identity or appear in front of the Zerg again, and publicly announce to the Zerg under her that the queen insect will take over all the affairs of the Zerg. After all, they only need a puppet that can reproduce, and she will give up all the power except for not being able to lay eggs. Everything will be fine!
But unfortunately, her current identity is a fake queen, a vicious female supporting role, and a pure clown.
Wen Yuxiao was angry at the time he had given himself to fantasize, so he gritted his teeth and buried himself in the quilt. In the last second of his sleep, he was still wondering if he would meet the priest again.
Although he was good-looking, sweet-talking, and treated her very well, she didn't want to have any contact with the protagonists, let alone the cunning Overlord Insect. She felt that she would be eaten to the bone.
Unfortunately, her wish did not come true. When she opened her eyes again, she saw someone else's white clothes, her cheek was warm, and an arm was around her shoulders, allowing her to lean comfortably on someone else's chest.
So soft... so fragrant...
Wen Yuxiao was a little confused and subconsciously nudged the other person, thinking of getting closer so that he could absorb the warmth from the other person as much as possible. Then he suddenly realized that something was wrong and looked at it carefully with wide eyes.
This seems to be, it seems to be... someone's breasts!!
The screams broke the peaceful and warm atmosphere. Wen Yuxiao struggled and jumped up from the warm and comfortable embrace. He was about to fall off the bench in a panic and hit his butt hard. But someone grabbed his arm just before he fell and helped him back to the chair easily.
She didn't appreciate it and used her hands and feet to escape from the terrible chair until she was at a distance she thought was safe. Only then did she dare to look directly at the person she had just taken advantage of.
It's a priest.
It's over! At this moment, Wen Yuxiao had already imagined her own miserable future. A man who had desecrated the heroine, and in a double-clean novel! Being cut into pieces couldn't be the final outcome; it had to be something even more miserable.
The Queen's panic and fear immediately affected the priest. He subconsciously became alert, and memories from decades ago seemed to flash back before his eyes. He stood in front of the uneasy Queen, and a strong wind blew in his spiritual world, blowing petals and green leaves all over the sky. Beneath the splendor, there was a murderous intent, ready to strangle all enemies.
But soon, he realized that this was his own spiritual world, no one invaded, it was very safe, and the Queen was frightened by himself to a large extent just now.
So the big insect felt a little uneasy again, thinking that it was too immature and unstable, and had made such a big joke in front of its mother. It was worried that it would weaken its image in front of her, so it quickly stopped the wind, and flowers and green leaves fell from the sky in a magnificent and dreamy rain.
It might have been a bit too abrupt, but the priest gritted his teeth and forced an explanation for his actions: "After watching the performance, mother... Your Highness, are you happy at all?"
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