The Insect Race's astonishing rate of development had caught not only Varagon's attention, but Zhang Fan's as well.
At this rate, it would not be long before the Insect Race was sent to the Time Passage. That was the last thing Zhang Fan wanted to see.
But he could hardly control their numbers by sending them to their deaths. What else could he do?
Dumite proposed a fusion experiment: merging two individual members of the Insect Race to hatch a stronger individual, reducing their numbers while improving their quality.
Sophia immediately agreed with Dumite's idea. Although they had the resources of hundreds of galaxies and the Insect Race's numbers had indeed grown, there had been little improvement in their technological quality.
After receiving Zhang Fan's approval, Sophia began researching fusion among members of the Insect Race.
Meanwhile, Zhang Fan stared at a human child who looked only five years old and asked, "Dumite, is this what you created using the god gene? He's clearly a human!"
Dumite shook his head. "He isn't human. Overlord, your definition of humanity is a little off. Not everything that looks like an Earthling is human. He should be called a humanoid lifeform."
"I don't care what you call him, but the god gene only produced this... this little runt?"
Dumite suddenly slashed at the child with lightning speed. To Zhang Fan's surprise, the child caught Dumite's scythe with one hand.
His tender little hand was completely unharmed, while Dumite's scythe shattered into pieces.
Although Dumite's scythe was no divine artifact, it had been painstakingly crafted by the Orland people. Very few members of the Insect Race could take a blow from it without a shield and emerge unhurt.
Apart from the Beast God Generals, probably no other members of the Insect Race could shatter