Chapter 13
"Beep—beep—"
The main ship is stationed with the marshal's personal guard. Generally, only dukes and above can have their own personal guard, but the marshal, as the commander of the four armies and the central authority of the Imperial Military, enjoys this special honor.
All the female military insects stationed on the marshal's flagship are S-class, each tall with long legs and a robust physique. Their normal walking speed is 2-3 meters per second, and hundreds of female military insects can circulate every minute.
But this time, for some reason, the usually spacious and unobstructed corridor became somewhat congested.
Eric, who had just come out of the training room, shoved the bug in front of him with a fiery temper: "You bug shit, is the bug in front of you broken? Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll really break your legs!"
Female soldiers have unstable mental strength, strong combat power, and even stronger aggression. They often vent their anger through combat even when they have nothing else to do.
Normally, a fist the size of a sandbag would have already landed on her when she was pushed, but this time the female soldier who was pushed didn't even turn her head, which was particularly unusual.
"What's wrong? The bug isn't moving, so why is there a male bug in front of it?"
"So what if they're male? The males who make it onto the expeditionary ship are either starving or have been sentenced to this labor camp by the court for breaking the law," a colleague casually retorted as he came out of the training room.
Given the empire's excessive pampering and protection of male insects, those who are exiled here are basically guilty of serious crimes equivalent to treason.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Eric had just lost half a year's worth of credits today, and his mood was extremely bad. He swore that even if the Insect God came, he wouldn't give him a kind look.
He roughly shoved the insects in front of him, and the female soldier next to him, whose view was blocked by him, suddenly lost sight of the gentleman and angrily punched him.
Just in time!
Eric was frustrated and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he rolled up his sleeves to fight back when suddenly the swarm of insects swayed, and an extremely beautiful male insect came into view.
A handsome young male insect, who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, leaned against the silvery-white railing.
His short, light gold hair, almost platinum-like, with his eyes slightly lowered, and the delicate and handsome lines from his profile to his neck, made him appear to be deep in thought. From any angle, he was a perfectly composed picture.
The clean, unmarked skin indicates that this is a male insect.
Drip—drip—
The second bell rang at the military headquarters, signaling the end of the shift for female insects with military ranks who were not on duty.
The little male insect suddenly raised its head, the light and shadow shifting on its handsome face. Its emerald green pupils, illuminated by the lamplight, looked like rare treasures, as if the daylight had suddenly brightened.
Eric was completely stunned. At this moment, he finally understood the guy who had just been violently shoved and remained unmoved. He would have no regrets even if he took a punch now.
Damn, what kind of convict he is doesn't matter at all. If it's this gentleman, he'd take the blame for betraying the empire.
A gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, blew up Eric's white shirt, revealing a glimpse of his waist. Eric felt an urge to smash the ship's ventilation system with his fist.
There were quite a few female soldiers at the scene who shared his feelings, and whether they wanted the ventilation system to stop blowing or blow even more was a matter of opinion.
“Bright, how is it?” Hill maintained a perfect smile and typed this message using pupil-tracking technology.
A tiny glint of light, barely visible behind her ear, flashed beneath her blonde hair: "Very good, hold on, hold for another fifteen minutes."
"Will the Marshal finish his work in fifteen minutes?" The little male insect's eyes lit up even more.
"No," the other side said coldly, "in fifteen minutes this place will be completely blocked."
Hill: "......."
He subconsciously glanced at the densely packed female soldiers downstairs and upstairs, his cheeks burning slightly, but he held back. He calculated that this position and posture would be the most attractive to the marshal looking down from above.
He had spent an entire afternoon meticulously crafting his work, and the marshal had to see it.
"I really should suggest that the Male Insect Protection Association ban those dating manuals. What kind of nonsense are they teaching?" Bright complained speechlessly from the other side.
[When picking up your beloved from work, it would be best to let him rest a little on the way home, soothing his fatigue and allowing him to enjoy a pleasant evening.] (Of course, this is assuming your beloved is working; if you, esteemed sir, would like to stay home, then it would be your honor.)
Hill recounted.
Bright: ...
Having nothing to say, I decided to change the subject.
"By the way, Hill, your physical stats are fluctuating a lot, and your mental strength has been very unstable lately. I predict that the potion that those damned bugs in the dungeon injected into your body accelerated your second advancement time."
At this point, Hill unconsciously looked towards the higher-ups: "How much longer?"
"Two months. If you can't get the Marshal's promise to arrange half a month to guide you in your advancement within two months, you must return to the capital star and choose another female insect. Otherwise, you know the outcome if you fail in your second advancement."
"The risks of failure could include a shattered insect core, a drop in level, becoming a disgrace to the Empire, and various other aftereffects such as disfigurement, disability, and genetic mutation..."
“Alright, stop threatening me,” the young male insect interrupted his best friend’s warning, his beautiful pupils sparkling, almost reflecting the stars. “I believe I can definitely win the marshal’s heart.”
Bright hesitated: "Have you noticed that the Marshal's heart might not be as strong as you think?"
He organized his thoughts: "The Marshal secretly went to the dungeon to trade for forbidden potions, and it seems that he paid with Black Star Coins instead of military credits. Moreover, I just contacted the capital star, and the Marshal's report on this operation to eliminate space pirates has been submitted to the council."
"The operation was launched under the pretext of rescuing the male insect, the poor male insect that you released. He was successfully rescued."
"Did the Marshal save him?" Hill's eyes shone brightly. "I knew the Marshal wouldn't stand idly by while a male insect was in such a miserable state."
Just like five years ago, no matter how many enemies surrounded and blocked him, the marshal never gave up on him.
Bright: "..."
He tried to steer the conversation back on track: "Yes, that's right, but he's been tortured for so long that he's lost his mind, and the marshal didn't report the contraband drugs. On the contrary, the bombing left no survivors on the entire Fourth Black Star."
"Doesn't the fact that the Marshal personally took action using Black Star Coins prove that he is both brave and resourceful? As for concealing prohibited drugs, the Marshal's skeletal symptoms must be quite severe by now, right? If the production line is handed over to the Empire, at the Empire's pace, it will take at least six months of testing before it can be put into use. The Marshal can't wait that long."
"Is the Marshal feeling very unwell right now? The initial use of highly undiluted inhibitors will greatly increase the level of pain."
The little male insect frowned slightly, already feeling sorry for the marshal. Should he contribute more pheromones?
The female soldiers, who were reluctant to leave, were even more furious and indignant, wondering which blind fool had angered this gentleman.
Bright said in despair, "Hill, you're hopeless."
"Seriously, you're hopeless."
Hearing this, the little male insect was not annoyed. He raised his head slightly, a smile appearing in his clear eyes, and spoke softly.
"Shouldn't you have known this already, that I'm beyond saving?"
From the moment I first saw the marshal when I was thirteen, I knew I was doomed.
He descended from the collapsed dome like a god, his dark bone wings blotting out the sky, and all the storms were no match for his powerful suppression.
Hill had never seen such a powerful female insect in his life. Her cold, black military boots, sharp and strong arms, and chilling wings with menacing bone spikes had rescued him from the ruins.
As if remembering something, a faint, shy smile appeared in the eyes of the little male insect, causing the surrounding female soldiers to gasp.
There's no way around it; even from a great distance, an S-class female soldier's eyesight is impeccable, missing not a single detail. This is the talent of a top-tier race in the universe.
"I am willing to offer a reward of 10,000 star coins for the contact information of this gentleman's personal computer."
"Who's so stingy? Only offering dating credits for an A-rank gentleman? This gentleman deserves more. I'll offer 100,000. Who would be willing to give me a chance to pursue and take care of him? I would be extremely grateful."
"Pah! What kind of stupid insects would you give them? Are you a female insect if you don't even want to be with them?"
"When did the military acquire such a person? By the way, didn't a young male insect appear on the intranet a couple of days ago?"
"Is that you, sir? You sent me a picture, which I will save ten thousand times and project onto my viewing membrane while I sleep."
Although they were communicating, neither insect looked away.
Hill, noticing his friend's silence, asked, "Bright, what are you thinking about?"
“I’m thinking of reselling your contact information,” Bright said honestly.
This is the core of the first warship. Bright doesn't have the guts to infiltrate the military system, otherwise even as a high-ranking male insect, he would be in considerable trouble.
He simply expanded the listening device of the quantum computer and then turned on the filtering, and couldn't help but sigh that absolute beauty truly wins everything.
“Huh?” Hill was taken aback.
“They’ve already raised the price to 300,000 star coins. Maybe we can hold a small auction,” Bright remarked. “Ah, they’ve finally gotten smart and are trying to come up to you.”
"Internal strife began over the issue of who should be chosen."
"The fight is about to begin."
"Very good, a brigadier general-level female insect has been given priority to advance, but a logistics major general-level female insect that has heard the news is about to arrive in the distance—"
Bright, always eager for a good show, leisurely began to report on the situation.
Eric successfully secured the right of way and subconsciously straightened his clothes. He immediately regretted that he had just trained and wondered if he had any unpleasant smell on him. Moreover, he hadn't prepared formal attire, which would leave a bad impression.
Just as she was feeling ashamed and wanted to change her clothes, she suddenly remembered that she couldn't back down now, otherwise there would be no room for her.
——
On the top of the warship, Vice Admiral Dick closed his file, only to suddenly notice that the usually strict and rigid marshal was looking out the window.
This is an extremely rare situation. The marshal is like a mech that is on standby indefinitely for 24 hours. There is no such thing as going to work or leaving get off work. In the vast territory of the empire, not only are the time zones different, but the flow of time is also different in some places.
The marshal sits in the central command, maintaining the war effort of the vast empire. Work is the marshal's top priority. Although the warships have one-way visibility, the marshal almost never spares his gaze.
Has a riot/riot broken out below?
It's normal. A large group of the Empire's top combatants have been without male insects to channel their energy for a long time, so how intense was this battle that it was able to attract the marshal's attention?
Lieutenant General Dick followed the marshal's gaze and looked over.
One glance, just one glance, and even with the horde of imperial elites gathered below, he still spotted the incredibly beautiful and exquisite male insect.
The glass is one-way, but this little male insect was indeed raising its face towards the marshal, at a perfect angle, from its eyebrows and eyes to the corners of its clothes and the strands of its hair.
But for some reason, it looks so familiar.
He then strangely recalled that when he was young, he had been assigned to an elective course on pursuing male insects in the Empire. One of the lessons was that he should maintain a 45-degree upward gaze, as this would be more conducive to presenting himself.
He thought it was complete nonsense. A female insect at a 45-degree angle would only display a fierce look and broad shoulders, which would only terrify the fragile male insect. How could it be visually beautiful?
As it turns out, the textbook was correct.
And, is this male insect trying to seduce the marshal?
Back then, this course was also known as the "Master's Seduction Studies".
Author's Note:
Baby Hill is so love-struck, her romantic illusions about the Marshal are off the charts! [Pity]
Bright: There are doubts about the Marshal.
Hill: The Marshal was so cool rescuing the bug! [starry-eyed]
Bright: Marshal's motives are unclear
Hill: The Marshal must be in a lot of pain. I'll have to work even harder in bed. [pity]
Brett: You're hopelessly infatuated with love! [angry]
Hill: I don't need you to save me, the Marshal will save me [pitiful]
Baby Hill is like a mermaid; if she can't win the Marshal's heart, she'll turn into sea foam. [Pity]
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