Reincarnated as a Bug Mother, but It's the Fourth Calamity

Jiang Yuanze transmigrated into a strange RPG game:

[You are the Insect Mother.]

[You were once the sun and treasure of the insect race, their one and only beacon.]

[But when you awaken in your own grave, you discover that the entire insect race has forgotten and abandoned you. Even grave robbers have looted your tomb. You choose...]

A. Unbelievable! I shall restore order to the court and execute these thieves' entire families!

B. Find out the truth. Perhaps there was more to your death than meets the eye.

C. Things have come to this, so first, let's see if there are any valuables in the other graves.

D. I'm straight. I don't want to live anymore.

[Thanks to the treasure, you successfully return to the unfamiliar home star system and enroll in the Interstellar Academy, determined to rebuild your power here...]

A. I am the Insect Mother. Reveal my identity and return to the palace!

B. Lie low and bide your time. Things are not as simple as you expected.

C. Things have come to this, so let's go find something naughty to do.

D. I'm straight. I don't want to live anymore.

[Through an accidental hookup, you unexpectedly develop your own faction. Everything is ready, and all you need is a final push. But then the enemy leader arrives in the dead of night and willingly kneels at your feet, wrapping both hands around your calves. "Mother," he begs, "you finally..."]

A. I, I...

B. Pretend to agree, then physically subdue him.

C. [Nimble Fingers] Try to pickpocket him.

D. ...I don't want to live anymore.

[You reclaim your power, and the male insects who helped you before come to you. They all hope to become your first royal consort...]

A. Choose Male Insect A.

B. Choose Male Insect B.

C. Choose Male Insect C.

D. I want all of you. You can take turns.

**

Yuanze, Her Majesty the Insect Mother, the dawn and hope of the insect race, has a forum dedicated to him on the interstellar web:

[Hot!] From a desolate planet to the Federation capital: I retraced His Majesty's journey [Photo and text diary].

[Hot!] His Majesty won the decisive battle and reshaped the interstellar order. He only had to do these few little things...

[Hot!] Who gets it? I ran into His Majesty yesterday and got a soda he dug out of a trash can. I'll treasure it for the rest of my life.

[Hot!] His Majesty jumped out of a sewer again today. @Insect Mother Guard, where are you?

[Locked] I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you...

Insects are born to admire and worship the player. A single casual glance from the player can make them fall head over heels, and a single plea can bring them to tears. The player can easily win their affection, all of their love.

They hope to earn the player's attention and affection. They want the player to belong to them alone... They want the player to stay in the nest forever, obediently conceiving and giving birth...

But... the player is only ever a player.

1. A silly Fourth-Dimensional Disaster style story, probably about an NPC who gets hurt and flies off at everyone.

2. The main story is in third person.

3. A beloved-by-everyone story with many love interests. The feelings will be returned later on, with separate endings in the extras.

Theme: Righting wrongs.