In a flash, Zhou Qi found himself back at the White Snake Mountain Insect Farm.
After conquering the Iron-Blood World, he finally got a rare chance to relax.
At the Insect Farm, Zhou Qi's gaze fell upon Wang Yufei, who was busy working.
Wang Yufei was one of Zhou Qi's most trusted subordinates, responsible for managing the Insect Farm on Blue Star.
He was not only intelligent and capable but also had a deep understanding of the insect race's ecology.
“Wang Yufei,” Zhou Qi began, “How is the progress of the Insect Farm on Blue Star? Have you encountered any difficulties?”
“Master, the Insect Farm on Blue Star has fully expanded, and a large amount of Evolution Points flows in every day. Currently, we can obtain hundreds of billions of Evolution Points in just one day, and it’s still increasing,” Wang Yufei’s voice came through the mental connection, carrying a hint of excitement.
Zhou Qi nodded with satisfaction; these hundreds of billions of Evolution Points were equivalent to 0.1 of the Origin Points.
“How is the situation in the Geocentric World?” Zhou Qi asked.
“The farms in the Geocentric World are even more prosperous,” Wang Yufei continued, “The number of insects raised by the Parasites or freemen is enormous, bringing in about five trillion Evolution Points daily, which is roughly equivalent to 5 Origin Points.”
“Very good,” Zhou Qi’s voice held a trace of relief, “The farms in the Iron-Blood World must also accelerate their progress; the environment there is very suitable for raising insects.”
“Yes, Master,” Wang Yufei responded.
“Uka has already made arrangements. When we first occupied it, you had Uka send people to bring the mutated Yellow Mealworms and feeder insects from the Iron-Blood World. These insects have been growing by consuming tai sui meat scraps, and each one is quite fierce and several times larger than ordinary ones.”
Zhou Qi smiled slightly; the Evolution Points these mutated insects could bring were not to be underestimated, not to mention their exceptional reproductive capacity.
“Continue to monitor the farms on Blue Star and in the Geocentric World to ensure a stable influx of Evolution Points,” Zhou Qi gave his final command, “At the same time, pay close attention to the developments in the Iron-Blood World and prepare for new challenges.”
As Zhou Qi’s orders were issued, the entire insect race force continued to operate in an orderly manner.
Whether it was Blue Star, the Geocentric World, or the Iron-Blood World, all were contributing their strength to the rise of the insect race.
“Master,” Wang Yufei suddenly said, “We have discovered a new type of insect in the Iron-Blood World. Its vitality is extremely tenacious, and its reproduction speed is incredibly fast. We are currently conducting genetic analysis to see if we can use it to obtain more Evolution Points.”
A flicker of interest appeared in Zhou Qi’s eyes, and he asked, “What is special about this insect?”
“We call this insect ‘Steel Insect,’” Wang Yufei explained, “Its carapace is extremely hard, capable of resisting most attacks, and its reproduction speed is incredibly fast, allowing it to form large populations in a short time.”
Zhou Qi’s eyes gleamed with excitement; since this insect’s carapace was so hard and its defense strong, the Evolution Points it yielded would be high.
“Very good,” Zhou Qi said, “Continue to research this insect and see if it can be introduced into our farming system. If successful, our feeder insects will increase again.”
Wang Yufei nodded in affirmation, his eyes shining with determination.
Zhou Qi continued, “Remember, our goal is to establish a powerful insect race Empire. Whether on Blue Star, in the Geocentric World, or in the Iron-Blood World, we must constantly expand and constantly evolve.”
“Yes, Master,” Wang Yufei respectfully replied, “We will go all out to achieve this goal.”
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September 2, 2017.
Near the Weddell Sea, on the edge of Antarctica.
The biting cold wind, like billions of icy needles, whistled across the vast, boundless white desert.
On the edge of this forbidden zone of life, a small team of figures struggled forward.
Leading the way was Te Ye (Terrance “Te Ye” Johnson), a top explorer from the Beautiful Country.
His iconic beard was already covered in frost.
Behind him followed a dozen team members, each bundled in heavy polar cold-weather gear, carrying bulky survival backpacks, and clutching cold automatic rifles or shotguns.
Drones buzzed, hovering a few meters in front of Te Ye, their cameras faithfully recording everything.
“Guys, look at this place!” Te Ye’s voice came through the microphone of his cold-weather mask, carrying his characteristic excitement and roughness in the live stream, with the howling wind as a backdrop.
“The true end of the world! Minus forty degrees Celsius, wind speed over 20 meters per second! The ice sheet beneath our feet is two kilometers thick, and below that is the deep ocean! Remember, this is not Disneyland; the ‘locals’ here—like leopard seals, those things stand taller than me and can bite off a penguin’s head in one go! They don’t know what ‘docile’ means!”
The live stream comments exploded instantly:
“Te Ye is awesome! He really dares to go!”
“Leopard seals are too scary... shivering”
“Streamer, be careful, don’t become a leopard seal’s meal!”
“This equipment is professional enough, are they going to war?”
“Does ancient ruins really exist in Antarctica? Feels like hype…”
“Front row selling melon seeds and soda, waiting for a miracle!”
“Don’t rush, folks,” Te Ye adjusted the camera, pointing into the distance. “See that ice cliff? We’re setting up camp right below it. Billy! Mike! Get moving! Set up the camp, and be quick! This damn weather can change in an instant!”
The strong men named Billy and Mike responded, signaling other team members to start unloading equipment.
They worked swiftly, skillfully erecting wind-resistant dome tents and hammering anchor stakes deep into the ice.
Generators began to hum, providing precious heat and light to the camp.
The others stood guard, holding their guns, wary of dangerous creatures that might emerge from ice cracks or floes.
Te Ye, along with his exclusive cameraman Carl, operated the drone, walking towards a massive iceberg that he felt was “not quite right.”
This iceberg stood like a giant blue-white screen not far from the camp, its edges steep and sharply defined.
“Guys, I’m not boasting,” Te Ye said as he walked, tapping the ice wall beside him, producing a dull “thump” sound. The drone camera zoomed in for a close-up.
“Te Ye has traveled all over the globe; I’ve seen plenty of glaciers and icebergs. The ice pinnacles of the Himalayas, the ice sheet cracks of Greenland, the glacier bay of Alaska... But this one in front of me feels... a bit strange.”
He slowly walked around the base of the iceberg, his fingers rubbing and tapping on the seemingly ordinary ice surface.
Carl, carrying a heavy camera, followed closely, the lens switching between Te Ye’s hand and the ice wall.
“What’s strange about it? Isn’t it all just ice?”
“Is the streamer having a professional illness? Seeing treasure everywhere?”
“Don’t say that, the shape of this iceberg is a bit too regular…”
“Te Ye’s intuition is always accurate, it was the same last time in the Amazon!”