The Cannon Fodder Male Insect Refuses the Crematorium - Chapter 6

Dazzling golden light flooded the screen, accompanied by the long whistle of jet engines vibrating through the pipes. Shimmering fluorescence surrounded a massive, magnificent fish-like vessel, which led a fleet of smaller ships in a grand procession across the interface.

The system broadcast hung high above in bold, red characters, looping the message: “User Lu7in has gifted Host Lu Qing ten Cosmic Aircraft Carriers.”

The viewers were stunned. They watched as these carriers, a sight rarely seen even once in half a year, entered the screen one by one, appearing as though they would never end.

Parson was equally speechless. This level of ultra-luxury gifting was something usually reserved for the rooms of veteran top-tier hosts; he never expected to see it here today.

His intuition told him something was wrong.

This was a classic case of “killing with praise” through overexposure. Could it be Vice President Prome? He had just received a message from the Vice President telling him to take good care of Lu Qing, and now this situation occurred.

With a grim expression, Parson pulled out his optical computer. He messaged the Vice President, describing the situation and his concerns. If it was indeed the Vice President’s doing, he hoped it would stop immediately.

Premature exposure would only turn Lu Qing into a target. Parson had dealt with too many extreme and fanatical female sub-fans; they were absolute lunatics. The cleaner and more innocent a male appeared, the more they felt an urge to stain and utterly destroy him.

Just as Parson sent off his sincere and urgent message, he looked back at the screen to see the carriers abruptly stop.

The system’s looping broadcast glitched into a pile of meaningless code.

A sea of question marks filled the bullet chat, reflecting the collective confusion of the crowd. No one knew what had happened.

However, in the few brief moments while they were dazed, the carriers and the system notifications vanished completely, as if they had never existed at all.

At that moment, a reply popped up on Parson’s optical computer: “Don’t worry about it. This is not someone we can afford to provoke. Also, the backend has stopped the broadcast; check if there are any other issues.”

Parson’s eyelid flickered with unease, and he let out a sharp breath.

The Vice President meant it was not him, but someone else.

Lu Qing had already gained such a powerful and influential die-hard female fan this quickly.

Parson’s gaze flickered back and forth across Lu Qing’s fair, smooth face. In his mind, he had already played out a strange drama where a domineering female took a liking to a beautiful young male and used her privileges to take him by force.

This cannot be happening!

Lu Qing lowered his gaze to the name of the “overlord” who had suddenly claimed the top spot on the leaderboard.

Lu7in’s profile picture was a void of pure white, untouched by anything. It was as empty as his sudden appearance. His profile contained no detailed information, save for a single period typed just to pass the mandatory biography verification.

At first glance, he seemed very cold.

Though the special effects for the top donor’s gift had been interrupted, it did not affect the massive Star Value behind his name. On the Blue Star streaming platform, Star Value and Star Coins were exchanged at a one-to-one ratio.

This meant the long string of numbers following Lu7in, a total of 999,990, represented the total amount of Star Coins spent.

It was a sum of money that those of the lower-tier Zerg species could not earn in an entire lifetime.

Lu Qing’s brow arched slightly, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. “Thank you, Lu7in, for the ten carriers.”

He stared quietly at this silent, mysterious name that had yet to say a single word. He asked slowly and clearly, “You are the first fan to gift an amount exceeding one hundred thousand in this room, and you are now the reigning leader of the rankings. To thank you for your immense support, is there anything you would like? Within the bounds of morality and the law, I will do my best to fulfill it.”

Before doing anything, Lu Qing preferred to research, analyze, and integrate information. Having observed other streamers and studied the “Streaming Guide,” he concluded that rewarding fans who give large gifts, whether virtually or physically, was essential to increase fan stickiness and activity.

Under certain circumstances, it could also promote the channel and increase the number of live viewers.

However, this conclusion did not seem particularly useful for this spendthrift tycoon.

Lu7in’s name was like a stone sinking into the ocean; after that brief glimpse, he did not appear again.

From the initial pause and wait to the eventual return of the bustling bullet chat, everyone speculated on the identity of this “big boss.” After cycling through several possibilities of famously taciturn figures for amusement, the topic eventually died down.

Some suspected the gifts might have been sent to the wrong room by mistake. Otherwise, why would the gifting animation have stopped so abruptly?

Lu Qing picked up his spatula once more.

This time, he poured yellow flowers into a separate pot nearby and turned on the heat to stir-fry them. The flowers drifted through the pan like a sea of blossoms. The tender yellow petals gradually curled and dried, condensing into “dried flowers” of scorched gold.

While turning off the heat for the stir-fry, Lu Qing reignited the small flame under the large pot on the other side, which had long since been extinguished.

The solidified sugar surface melted into liquid, and the dried flowers from the small pot were poured into the syrup.

Glancing at the blue screen, Lu Qing remembered his promise to the top donor, so he kept an eye on the bullet chat’s movements.

A rich, thick fragrance suddenly exploded and wafted through the air.

Lu Qing retracted his gaze. He pushed the syrup with the spatula a few times before suddenly flicking the handle of the pot. The syrup, carrying the tiny flower petals, traced transparent, golden threads through the air.

The scene of the syrup spinning and falling back into the pot was as beautiful as a performance.

Lu Qing caught the sugar threads and tilted the pot, pouring the mixture into a glass jar he had prepared earlier. The lingering syrup was as smooth as silk, stacking layer upon layer. The tiny petals were encased in the golden liquid like flowers frozen in amber, clear, bright, and translucent.

Attracted by the sweet floral scent, the Book flew over, squinting its eyes and swaying unsteadily like a drunken old man.

Lu Qing spotted the bee-sized Book just as it was about to enter the camera’s frame. With one hand, he snatched it and tucked it into his hoodie pocket.

The bullet chat volume surged. It was not that making flower nectar syrup was particularly difficult, but rather that the male’s fluid, graceful movements were truly a feast for the eyes.

[Serving the Country YYDS]: Ah, nectar handmade by the Prince himself! What kind of female insect could possibly be worthy enough to drink a cup of this honey water?

[I’m Hungry Now]: Slurp, nectar on bread, slurp, nectar dumplings, slurp, nectar grilled chicken wings.

[Hehehehehehehehe]: I am a new fan! I am a new fan! Look at me, Your Grace! I just followed!

Lu Qing, in the midst of many multicolored messages, eyes locked onto a white-and-grey chat box floating leisurely from the other side of the screen.

Lu7in: “I want that bottle of flower nectar, is that okay?”

The name on the chat box was clearly the silent “big boss” from earlier.

Lu Qing: “Yes, you can. How should I contact you?”

The white-grey chat box fell silent again. After a few minutes, a message appeared:

Lu7in: “Private message, I will send you the address.”

In a room with drawn curtains, smoke swirled in the air.

A tall, upright figure sat at the desk. He was clearly a female who exercised year-round, with muscles rippling beneath thin fabric.

He took rhythmic drags from a long, thin stick. His brow was furrowed, but as if suddenly remembering something, he abruptly lowered his hand and extinguished the smoke.

With nothing left to smoke, his fingers began to entwine unconsciously. He rubbed his knuckles repeatedly and mechanically, like a headless fly using a single action to confirm its own existence.

A dim blue light hit one side of his face. His deep-set, chiseled features betrayed an indescribable anxiety.

The female’s eyes were fixed on the optical computer, his gaze obsessive and suppressed. The pressure of his fingers rubbing together grew heavier.

Finally, unable to restrain himself, his fingernails began to undergo “Zergification.” The sharp edges sliced through the skin, seeping a drop of amber-colored fluid.

The female’s breath hitched, and his body suddenly leaned forward.

It was not because of the pain of the blade piercing his flesh. It was because a message had arrived on the left side of the blue screen.

The sender asked: “Are you sure the address is correct?”

The female could not hide his urgency as he quickly typed: “Yes.”

The sender: “Alright. It might take two days to prepare. I hope that is convenient for you.”

The female: “It is no problem.”

The sender: “Okay. I will send you a private message when it arrives. You can pick it up then.”

The female: “Good.”

The sender: “Goodnight, sweet dreams.”

The female pursed his lips, his fingers hovering over the screen. After a moment, he took a deep breath and touched the surface.

The female: “Sweet dreams.”

The Book had been craving that flower nectar for too long.

As a lover of sweets, it would never let such a large jar of honey, right in front of its eyes, be wrapped in fancy paper and given to someone else!

Absolutely not allowed!

Lu Qing: “Jujube cake.”

Book: “Hmph!”

Lu Qing: “Two pieces?”

Book: “Hmph!”

Lu Qing indifferently lowered his eyelids and briskly finished wrapping the glass bottle. “Fine, then nothing.”

Book: “DEAL!”

After living together for several months, Lu Qing had mastered the trick of handling the Book.

The Book sprawled on the table, watching tearfully as the wrapped glass bottle was placed into a gift bag. It looked as tragic as a lover being snatched away while one is helpless to stop it.

Lu Qing chose to change the subject. “I am going to the Imperial Military University this Sunday to deliver the package. We might get to eat at their cafeteria. Want to go?”

The previously lifeless Book performed a “carp leap” and bounced up instantly. Fierce flames seemed to burn in its two bead-like eyes.

High-spirited, it waved a tiny hand. “Of course, let’s go!”

Lu Qing hummed in response. Amidst the Book’s excited cheering, his gaze fell upon the address on the screen:

Empire Military University, Training Zone, 4th Department Teaching Building, Office 219.

If nothing went wrong, that was where the instructors of the Imperial Military University were located.

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