"Actually, our daughter—ah, no, I mean our leader—doesn't want to get married."
"If our leader marries out, she'll be like water spilled from a dish. What will happen to our faction? What about our civilization? And our integration route?"
"Although we hold the Zerg in great respect, to be honest, we do have a few small personal opinions about turning into Zerg."
"..."
Inside a planet-sized reception building, Huang Yuanli was tirelessly and earnestly trying to persuade them.
Beside her, Qin Zhenzi occasionally offered some professional opinions, discussing everything from politics to economics, then from economics to diplomacy, and from diplomacy to civilizational ecology.
There was only one theme: Our leader doesn't want to marry out!
Across from them, the row of Zerg higher-ups were either expressionless or smiling. Well, Mr. Cocoon was the only one smiling.
For some reason, the others gave them all a sense of forcibly enduring something.
That feeling of endurance was like being ravenously hungry while facing a table full of delicious food, yet having to display some kind of etiquette before eating due to certain circumstances.
For the Zerg, this was truly excruciating.
As for romance, love, and how difficult it was to leave one's family—what a joke. They were Zerg! Not eating them clean was already the limit of their morality.
What were you nagging about?
As for Qin Zhenzi and Huang Yuanli, they were, for the first time in a long while—no, for the first time ever—experiencing what it meant for a weak country to have no diplomacy.
Thinking back to those days, they had fought their way out of the Iron Sand Desert (Qin Zhenzi had joined a little later).
They had slaughtered their way from the irradiated desert to the cyber city, then from the cyber city out into space.