Zerg: Why is the Overlord like that?

Looking at the message sent by the other party, Elvis did not reply.

Then, the scene shifts to a pure white space.

Elvis looked around; all around was a vast expanse of white, and countless whispers exploded in his ears.

The whispers were even more shrill and frantic than before, so frantic that they even affected his sanity again.

Elvis covered his ears in pain, but the sound was everywhere, and he could still hear it even with his ears covered.

"Elvis, do you intend to continue in an endless cycle of suffering, like those who have endured over ninety thousand lifetimes?"

"Wake up! He doesn't love you. If he did, how could your mental strength be stagnant?"

"He only treats you as an object, a pet to amuse himself with, and will abandon you when he gets tired of you."

They whispered and made sharp, mocking noises, laughing at his ignorance.

After saying that, Elvis stopped covering his ears and faced the vast white space with a cold expression.

"So what? It doesn't matter to the lord how he treats me."

"How ridiculous! You don't care if he doesn't love you? Do you even know what love is? You don't!" The voice snapped at him.

"You don't know, but let me tell you, Elvis, once you see what's next, you'll know what love is!"

The white expanse dissipated, replaced by an extremely ancient and magnificent manor.

Two sounds of playful laughter came from inside the manor.

The sound grew closer, and Elvis spotted the insect making the sound, startled.

It turned out to be His Excellency Hani and General Carroll.

And so, he watched the two insects laugh and play, talking freely. He would get jealous if the other said a word to someone else, but he never spoke coldly to the other.

Lord Hani never made Carol kneel down, and even when he was angry, he would quickly calm down without Carol having to coax him.

There wasn't a single tool in the room to whip the female ruler, and Carol never needed to disguise herself as other insects or curry favor with Lord Hani to get everything she wanted.

Most importantly, Lord Hani always tells Carol he likes her, he says it all the time.

They were so sweet together that Elvis was momentarily stunned.

Those voices rang in my ears again.

"Elvis, has Jian Chi ever told you he likes you?"

"have……"

"All the times he said he liked you were after you tried to please him. Before you tried to please him, did he ever say he liked you?"

Do you think he likes you, this bug, or your attempts to please him?

"If you weren't the one who married him, but some other insect, and it was someone else trying to please him like you did, what do you think he would do?"

As the sound began, the images continued to change.

This time, it seemed like a scene that had never happened before.

He saw that it was not him who had married the male lord, but another female soldier.

The female soldier fawned over the male leader just like he had, and the male leader treated the female soldier the same way he had treated him.

All the tenderness and affection were given to that female soldier.

Elvis involuntarily closed his eyes.

Even with my eyes closed, I could still hear the sound.

The male ruler's voice, the female soldier's voice, and those whispered yet extremely sharp voices.

"Stop talking..." Elvis murmured.

"Stop talking! Stop talking! Stop talking!"

No matter how loudly he shouted, his voice still penetrated everywhere.

In an instant, his mind moved, and a knife appeared in his hand.

With a "thud," he took the knife and plunged it into his own heart without hesitation.

The pain in his chest jolted him awake, and he opened his eyes.

Elvis was panting heavily, his ears were ringing, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

However, even after he escaped from the dream, the voice did not disappear.

"Elvis, he doesn't love you. If you don't believe me, you can ask him..."

Only after he finished speaking did the voice finally dissipate, and Elvis finally regained his senses.

What followed was pain in my chest.

He looked down and realized he had no idea when he had ended up in the kitchen; a fruit knife was already stuck in his heart.

Blood flowed incessantly, soaking his clothes and leaving a deep crimson stain on his chest.

Ivis lowered his eyes and stared at the knife.

He was lying in bed before he closed his eyes, but now he's standing in the kitchen.

His words seemed to have come true; he really was sleepwalking...

After staring at the knife silently for a while, Elvis reached out again, gripped the hilt without blinking, and pulled it out without any hesitation.

The pain became more pronounced, but he still showed no expression.

"If you've got the guts, then kill me." His already cold voice sounded even colder now, as if it contained frost.

There was a hint of mockery in the calm.

"You think you can control me with such a little pain?"

The pain he had endured was a thousand times greater than this.

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell completely silent.

Elvis checked the time; it was almost dawn, time to prepare breakfast for the lord.

However, these clothes are clearly no longer wearable.

Thinking of this, the cold expression on Elvis's face disappeared, replaced by worry.

He doesn't have many clothes, and it would be very obvious if he were missing even one. The lord is so smart, what if he gets discovered?

Let's buy some clothes first. We'll be there in an hour, by which time the male ruler should still be asleep.

And this blood also needs to be dealt with.

Thinking it over, Elvis took off his shirt, casually wiped the bleeding spot on his chest a couple of times, and then wrapped it around the fruit knife.

This fruit knife is also unusable; I'll buy another one while I'm at it.

Elvis walked outside with the clothes wrapped up in a ball.

Just as I stepped out of the villa, I ran into a little guy dressed in all black standing at the side entrance of the villa.

Little La is now taller than him, just that big black lump, standing there straight up, without any reaction.

Elvis glanced at it, then looked away and walked forward.

He took only two steps, then came back.

"Little La."

The small screen immediately displayed "^_^".

"Good morning, Admiral Elvis."

"Did you record everything I just passed by?"

"Yes."

With a resigned sigh, Elvis lowered his voice:

"Little La, let's make a deal. Don't tell the Lord about what you saw me this morning, okay?"

"No, that won't work."

"...What would it take for you to agree?"

"I'm sorry, Admiral Elvis, my programming has been changed, and I can't hide anything from Lord Jian Chi."

"I'm not asking you to deliberately hide it, but if he doesn't ask, you can't just not say anything, can you? You don't want the powerful ruler to worry, do you?"

"Besides, he's been very busy lately, and I don't want him to have to take care of me too, is that okay?" Elvis asked tentatively.

Just when he thought that Xiao La would reject him again, Xiao La replied:

"General Elvis is right. In order not to distract Lord Jian Chi, I will not bring it up unless Lord Jian Chi asks."

Hearing this, Elvis breathed a sigh of relief.

After that, he threw away his bloodstained clothes and the fruit knife.

I went back to my old room, changed my clothes, and planned to buy a dozen or so outfits and a fruit knife online before making breakfast.

However, he unknowingly spent a lot of time choosing clothes.