"That fleet of insects began its operation 120 Galaxy Days ago, targeting the human female beside you.
"The Space Worm Clan is a race that relies on the universe’s space; they possess many wondrous abilities that have inspired many high-rank civilizations.
"Ordinary insects are networked; they communicate across space and time through microorganisms within them—more precisely, microscopic particles with biological characteristics that live in a microscopic world.
"And high-rank Mother Worms are also networked; they can sense other groups within the large star system, regularly exchange and convey simple information to ensure they are evenly distributed without causing resource congestion.
"We have observed that low-rank Insect Swarms have recently been frequently exterminated in the Milky Way. Several Fifth Rank Insect Swarms at the galaxy’s periphery have sensed this phenomenon and, for some reason, become uneasy and anxious.
"Well, you are that reason.
"This Insect Swarm is closest to this human female; its queen sensed your... reproductive behavior. You have been engaging in reproductive behavior for the past two years, haven’t you?"
Yang Ming was a bit wide-eyed.
"The Insect Race also has its dignity, that’s how I understand it," the examiner muttered, "you are their natural enemy. More precisely, the powerful Ancient God Life Forms feed on the Insect Swarm. They instinctively fear you, but they cannot tolerate... you doing this to their young queen... they greatly value reproduction, you know..."
Yang Ming frowned and said, "This is free love."
"Of course, of course, you consider yourselves human."
The examiner almost laughed out loud.
"But the current situation is, the microorganisms inside this human female have evolved under your continuous and powerful stimulation; she is already considered a Quasi-queen Mother Worm, although she cannot produce Mother Worms, she is treated as a kind by the Insect Swarm.
"The purpose of these insects attacking you is to rescue their fellow queen who suffered insult from an Ancient God Life Form.
Yang Ming couldn’t help but raise his hand to cover his eyes.
Ancient God expletive.
Hera wondered, "Did you learn something?"
"Ah, some small matters," Yang Ming replied, "don’t worry, I will protect you."
"Boss," Lyu reminded him, "the Insect Race Battleships have begun changing shape, they are starting to compress the volume and internal cavities of the battleships. It can be assumed they want to adjust the jump-travel speed to continue pursuing us."
Yang Ming frowned and asked, "What’s the condition of Feinan?"
"It can only perform one jump, the navigation is temporarily fine, but it’s unable to enter sub-light speed," Lyu replied, "the teacher’s modifications to the engine weren’t complete."
The examiner leaned over the box and said, "That was inevitable; we couldn’t give you too much assistance, or you would have been able to directly rule the Milky Way."
Yang Ming pondered carefully.
The examiner added, "As long as you overcome the current crisis, this exam will be rated as excellent; you will receive generous rewards."
"How about jumping to the space zone where the New Federation and Sherman Empire face off in battle?"
Yang Ming spoke slowly,
"We need to eliminate this group of insects; there’s enough military strength there."
Lyu pondered, rubbing his chin, "It’s a good idea, but we need to be cautious about whether the White Ghost will be linked with Wind; this matter cannot be hidden from the intelligence agencies of various countries."
"We have time," Yang Ming replied, "first create a sensation, the White Ghost supporting Wind prominently, then the White Ghost provoking the insects, and the insects begin to hunt the White Ghost."
"Alright, boss, I’ll get right on it."
Lyu’s projection vanished with a whoosh.
Yang Ming nodded and was about to give himself an injection of Genetic Stabilization Liquid.
Hera quickly asked, "Is there anything I can do?"
"Just rest well," Yang Ming raised his hand to ruffle her hair, "after this matter is over, we’ll figure out a way to clear the microorganisms inside you."
"Uh, I’m a valuable experimental sample," Hera frowned, "why clear it?"
"Well, that’s difficult to explain to you."
Yang Ming shrugged it off and turned his head to shout, "Lyu, give 026 a pay raise!"