I Am Doing Art and Raising Cubs in Zerg

Shen Yelan penetrated into the Zerg empire and became an F-level useless male insect. In this society where everyone is martial and where fighting genes are the highest honor, he is the lowest level of trash - he has no combat power and no genetic value. He was thrown into the garbage star by his family, and he doesn't even know that he is actually a male insect. His weapons are not spiritual threads or tail hooks, but pictures and words brought from his previous life. He picked up a broken terminal, registered the pseudonym "Silent", and started live-streaming writing novels. The Zerg never had a story. In the fifty years since the war, the Mute Bureau has eradicated all narrative art, and all insects have been prohibited from having violent emotional fluctuations. As a result, the spiritual sea has collectively exploded, and the entire civilization will be extinct within three generations. System 233 used its last bit of energy to drag him over, leaving a few silly words of encouragement before going dormant. The mission is just one sentence: wake them up before they suffocate themselves to death. His first novel "Cocoon of Destiny" caused a sensation on encrypted channels. It was the first time Zerg read a story, the first time he experienced the ups and downs of fate from a character's perspective, and the first time he felt the collective emotional impact in public. Forum servers were overwhelmed, manuscripts appeared on the black market, and discussion threads in encrypted channels grew exponentially. Then he ran into two troubles. One is the Bureau of Silence, the empire's highest censorship agency, which considers his works to incite dangerous sentiments. One is Helios, the first marshal of the empire, the ceiling of SSS-level combat power, and the ultimate symbol of martial arts for all. The peak that all females look up to, the scorching sun that all males dare not approach. His spiritual thread is so strong that no male in the entire empire can bear it. He has been trained since childhood to suppress all emotions under an expressionless mask, and has long been accustomed to loneliness. Until late one night, a riot broke out in the sea of ​​​​spirit. He opened the Star Network to cover up the tinnitus with noise, and read Shen Yelan's novel. After watching it for several hours, I forgot for the first time what it felt like to riot. The tail hook stopped twitching. He anonymously rewarded people with huge sums of money and left a message with only four words: "I want to understand you." From then on, the marshal started to catch up. I sit in the live broadcast room every day, taking screenshots of every private message and asking questions that are too clumsy to be the strongest combat force in the empire. He used the pseudonym "He", and Shen Yelan used the pseudonym "Silent" - two bugs who met under pseudonyms, tested each other through the star network for half a year, and neither knew the other's true identity. Until the war cut off communications. Helios called the legion intelligence system to track the source of the signal, traveled through the war zone, and landed on the junk star. Late at night, work shed, dim lights. He looked at the disgraced Shen Yelan, and all the opening remarks he had prepared for half a year were scrapped, and in the end he only said five words. "Your live broadcast is interrupted." "You're the one who asked me where Nora will go after she leaves, right?" He poured a glass of warm water and put it on the corner of the table - not handing it over, but placing it. Helios took it and drank. The water temperature is just right. --- This is the story of a wasted male insect who used a pen to break open the prison of force, and a mad dog marshal who only wanted to be a dog guarding the studio door after meeting him. The system says that the male worms must be genetically matched. The system says that one of them is a waste and the other is a dangerous product. There is no matching value at all. But outside of the system, they completed the most perfect spiritual link in the entire empire. He used novels to awaken a civilization that was suffocating itself to death, and used live broadcasts to teach hundreds of millions of Zerg what it means to cry and what it means to laugh. He used the most restrained gentleness to tame the sharpest knife in the empire, and spent his whole life teaching a clumsy female insect what it means to be loved. Two bugs abandoned by the matching system found each other on the scrap metal stage of the garbage planet. Then the Mute Bureau issued a ban on broadcasting. Then the male protection will start to track down this "sub-female provocateur". Then war broke out. Then all the military females in the legion were frantically chasing updates in the encrypted channel. He wrote the novel in court, and read out "Anti in the Cage", which he completed in prison, at the highest trial of the empire. A cub that never spoke stood up from the corner of the auditorium, walked across the entire court, stretched out its paws and touched his tail hook - at that moment, his SSS-level spiritual threads were fully unfolded in front of the imperial live broadcast camera. National resonance broke out. For the first time in fifty years after the war, the entire empire felt the same emotion at the same time. The director of the Mute Department let go of his hand in the first row of the auditorium. He starts from a bed of scrap metal on a junk planet and writes that the foundations of the empire are starting to crumble piece by piece. In his previous life, he was a director and a writer. He died suddenly in the studio while revising the storyboard of a movie. His last thought was "it's just a little bit worse" - the angle of the light had not been changed yet. He spent two lifetimes changing this light. Now it's right. Intention: If you don't explode in silence, you will perish in silence.