The powerful leader was tough on the outside but soft on the inside; the aloof major general fell fo

No wonder the original owner had a gloomy personality, often smashed things, and lost his temper. Having experienced a period when he could be called the pride of heaven, the huge difference he has now would drive him crazy.

007 hesitated: "Host, this doesn't comply with the rules."

Cen Li: "System, I got here because of your dereliction of duty."

The system was speechless. It was indeed its preconceived notion that Cen Li was a scumbag, and it directly bound him to the system.

After a long while, 007 said with difficulty, "Host, this is a one-time exception. The antidote can only be given out in advance as a reward."

Cen Li snorted, "Fine."

Cen Li originally thought that once he took the antidote, his disfigurement and disability would be cured.

But the system said, "Healing also takes time, otherwise it would attract too much attention from the parasites."

So much so that when Cen Li looked in the mirror the next day, he felt that his face hadn't changed much compared to the day before.

He angrily tossed the mirror aside, longing for his face back on Earth.

The system comforted, "It will get better sooner or later, host. This body was originally good-looking, otherwise it wouldn't have attracted jealousy."

Cen Li was coaxed out of the house by the system.

He now has difficulty walking and can only get around in a wheelchair.

Fortunately, in such a technologically advanced place as interstellar space, wheelchairs are all self-driving.

Cen Li complained, "007, do you know that this equipment seriously lowers my standards?"

This was the first time 007 had ever been so humble while working on a system, and he could only repeatedly assure everyone that this was only temporary and that it would be fully restored soon.

The system's words made Cen Li feel a little better.

Cen Li hadn't gone far when he saw the female insect from last night, the original owner's female servant, Ashel.

Last night I only caught a fleeting glimpse, but the startled insect's striking appearance was deeply etched into my mind.

When Cen Li saw the female insect again, the impact of this experience became even more tangible.

Ashleigh's hair is a beautiful platinum blonde, possessing both the cool texture of silver and a subtle golden sheen in the sunlight, achieving a delicate and breathtaking balance.

Every feature of his face was perfectly proportioned, from his eyebrows, drawn as if with an ink brush, to his high and well-defined nose, to his beautifully shaped lips...

However, at this moment, the female soldier was kneeling on a pile of broken glass, the sharp edges of which pierced her clothes and sunk deep into her knees. She looked rather pitiful, and the dripping blood stained that small area red, making it look shocking.

Ashel was completely hidden in the darkness, in a very secluded corner. If Cen Li hadn't caught a glimpse of it by chance, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

Last night, Cen Li read through the entire plot.

He quickly understood.

The current situation is that the submissive woman in the house saw that Cen Li had kicked Ashel out last night, and used this as an excuse to punish him.

This is not the first time this has happened.

The once-glorious empire, revered by "people," has fallen into disgrace, and there are no shortage of treacherous individuals who want to take advantage of the situation to kick it while it's down.

The original owner turned a blind eye to this, and the sub-female became increasingly arrogant because of the original owner's disregard.

Ashel did not resist.

Perhaps he knew that his resistance would be futile.

The female soldiers are highly perceptive.

Ashle could feel the male insect's gaze fixed on her.

He thought to himself with a touch of self-deprecation that perhaps the male insect was trying to find another way to torment itself.

Cen Li lingered in the same spot for too long, and the system warned him: "Host, there is no plot here that we need to follow."

Cen Li understood what the system meant, and he stroked his chin: "No lines means we can improvise, right?"

007 hesitated: "Indeed, there are no explicit rules, and the host cannot act on their own."

Cen Li smiled with satisfaction.

The system sensed something was wrong: "The host cannot break the bug's design."

Cen Li paused, then gave a muffled "hmm".

The wheelchair scraped against the ground, and the soft hissing sound grew closer.

Ashel unconsciously tensed his back.

The male insect's cold voice rang out.

"Why are you kneeling here? You're in my way."

Ashel never made eye contact with the male insect; the curve of his lips was bitter.

"Yes, my lord."

Cen Li thought that the matter was over.

After he finished breakfast, he found the female insect kneeling on the stone slab in the back garden again.

My knee, lacerated by glass this morning, was a bloody mess, bleeding profusely that spread along the rough, dark texture of the stone slab, a horrifying sight.

Cen Li felt a tightness in his chest.

His intention was to stop Ashel from kneeling, but Ashel clearly didn't think that way.

The original owner wished Ashel would suffer as much as possible, so it's no wonder he acted cautiously.

But Cen Li also had to avoid the collapse of the insect-infested structure.

This feeling of being restricted and constrained made Cen Li feel extremely frustrated.

He came to Ashel again and, with his last good legs, kicked the female general to the ground at a clever angle.

Asher lay sprawled on the damp, soft grass, looking utterly disheveled.

Ashleigh didn't realize that, normally, he should have fallen onto the asphalt covered with sharp gravel, not on what could be called soft grass.

Cen Li's gaze fell on the female soldier's torn and bleeding knees, and his tone was not pleasant.

"Can't you understand me? Don't let me see you kneeling on the floor again; you've made a complete mess of the floor!"

At the system's request, Cen Li reluctantly added another sentence.

"That's disgusting."

Ashel's expression remained unchanged.

He got up from the ground and apologized to the male insect: "I'm sorry, Master, I will clean it up."

The female soldier took off her coat and tried to wipe the bloodstains on the ground with her clothes.

Cen Li suppressed the urge to clutch his aching forehead and stopped Ashel's actions, mimicking the original owner's tone: "Are you an idiot? Let the robot bug do it."

Ashel then stopped what he was doing.

Cen Li tried to calm his breathing, his gaze sweeping over the female insect. Finally, he frowned and said with disgust, "Go and clean yourself up. You're covered in blood. It's disgusting."

Ashel was taken aback, and subconsciously replied "yes".

Something unusual that he had overlooked came to mind.

Ashel remembered the male insect saying when it whipped him that the sight of blood blooming on his body was beautiful, and that it only made the insect want to destroy him more violently.

The male insects did indeed become more excited whenever Asher was stained with blood.

Cen Li's words at this moment left Ashel somewhat puzzled.

007 watched the whole process.

It still felt somewhat guilty about kidnapping the wrong person.

The system remained silent for a moment, and seeing that the mainframe did not issue a warning, it let Cen Li do as he pleased.

Just as Cen Li was about to achieve his goal, Ashel was about to clean his wounds.

Just then, a fragrant figure threw herself into Cen Li's arms, and a soft, complaining voice rang out: "My lord, are you really going to let Ashel go like this?"

Xiya had been watching from a short distance.

At first, he thought, like Ashel, that the male insect would make things difficult for Ashel.

But when Sia saw that the male insect seemed to want to spare Ashel's punishment, he couldn't sit still.

It's no wonder he felt a strong sense of crisis; Ashel, though the most hated female among male insects, possessed a beautiful face.

West Asia cannot guarantee that the male insect will always reject such a beautiful female insect.

Cen Li had already recognized the suddenly appearing female insect as his female servant, Xi Ya.

Almost instantly, he pushed the insect away.

Cen Li now felt immense hatred for being confined to a wheelchair, completely at the mercy of others, and felt as if his entire body was imbued with a fragrance from West Asia.

Cen Li frowned deeply, waved his hand at the air in front of him, and said with obvious disgust, "Xi Ya, you smell really bad. Don't let me smell your perfume again next time."

Xi Ya's smile froze.

This is currently the most popular perfume in the empire, and it's said to be the scent that male insects love most.

Does a powerful ruler not like it?

Xiya gave an awkward laugh: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, there won't be a next time."

He observed Cen Li's expression, his gaze subtly sweeping over Ashel, who stood dumbfounded to the side, and tentatively said, "My lord, are you just going to let Ashel off like this? He angered you and should be severely punished..."

Ash was not surprised by West Asia's targeting.

Even though he didn't understand where West Asia's malice towards him came from.

Cen Li looked at Xi Ya, his tone ambiguous: "Didn't you already take it upon yourself to 'help' me punish him?"