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The Swarm Overlord carefully injected his Psionics into the Demon King's consciousness.

If he was too rough—

Theresa would break.

Then she would become unable to live without Zerg.

This level was just right.

But why did Theresa have such a flushed expression?

The little Overlord did not quite understand.

"..."

It took Theresa quite a while to recover.

Embarrassing as it was to say—

That had been the most comfortable experience of her life.

That feeling...

The Demon King girl's legs could not help squeezing together.

It was certain now.

This really was Zerg.

Because if this were an illusion born from her subconscious—

Then what had just happened, along with her own behavior, would have been like some X woman unsatisfied with X.

Theresa refused to admit that she was that kind of X woman who had been repressed for so long.

So Zerg was real.

"Zerg, what's wrong?"

After coming back to her senses, the Demon King girl noticed that the little child before her had become somewhat illusory.

"Mm... the Psionics in this body are about to run out."

Most of the Psionics forming his body had been injected into Theresa's consciousness, maintaining the existence of her consciousness and serving as a beacon within this space.

This was a place suited for storing the consciousnesses of the dead.

Though a consciousness would shatter if it remained here too long, it was still much better than the Hive Network.

After all, the Overlord's will echoed through the Hive Network at every moment. Without a physical body to serve as a buffer, a pure consciousness could easily be battered into something that could only babble incoherently in a short time.

The Swarm's other members did not matter much, since they had brains, but not many.

However, if advanced