Tang Xiuqi lived three lifetimes.

In his first life, he was disabled in both legs. He hadn’t enjoyed much of his wealthy life before being run over and killed by his cousin. How interesting~ Too bad he didn’t die.

In his second life, he had a healthy body. He carefully navigated the ancient Insectoid Race where females were revered and males were subordinate, led the male Insectoid uprising, and developed the most precious Psychic Energy of male Insectoids. Finally, he piloted the Insectoid Race’s first Starship and crashed into a beautiful planet in the universe, becoming the legendary Emperor Landus in Insectoid history textbooks.

Too bad he didn’t die again, opening his eyes to a second rebirth in the modern Insectoid Race a hundred thousand years later.

The modern Insectoid Race is good, the modern Insectoid Race is wonderful~ Technology is advanced, male Insectoids are cherished, though even in this grand interstellar era nearing Mechanical Ascension, they still have such fertility issues as “more females, fewer males,” which is truly absurd. Wouldn’t implementing “External Reproduction” prevent society from becoming so twisted?

Even more twisted is that he started out scavenging tr*sh while being frantically hunted, dragging around a weak body and spitting blood daily. This made the former strongest being, a hundred-thousand-year-old “old man,” exclaim, “Youngsters these days have no martial virtue.”

Thus, Tang Xiuqi decided to teach his descendants what “respecting ancestors” means.

He upgraded his gear, recruited followers, recruited followers, upgraded his gear, upgraded to even more impressive gear, recruited even more followers, and before he knew it, he had conquered a star system…

Huh? Wait, this approach feels somewhat familiar…

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Legend has it that the purest-blooded 5S Male Insectoid and his Symbiotic Female Insectoid are born simultaneously. The life and death of the Symbiotic Female Insectoid are entirely controlled by the male Insectoid, with the instinct engraved in their genes to offer their soul and life entirely to the male Insectoid.

Ten thousand years ago, in that dilapidated underground Incubation Facility, a tiny female Insectoid hugged an unhatched male Insectoid egg and huffed and puffed as she ran outside.

From then on, she lived and died for him, cleared all obstacles on his path to becoming emperor, and guarded the Land of Exile, never to meet again for eternity.

My body is yours to control, my personality shaped by you, my soul born for you.

“Sir, I belong to you, only to you, absolutely submissive, absolutely faithful. Even as time and space flow for thousands upon thousands of years, you remain my sovereign and deity.”

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