The Doomsday Lord: Starting as a Insect Queen

After a communication ended, a man couldn't suppress the excitement on his face, the corners of his mouth were already rising uncontrollably.

It was as if the promise of reward from the conversation was still echoing in his ears.

"The gains from this mission will be enough for me to retire early, as long as...

No, no, stop it, stop!

Phew...

Now just waiting for that person to arrive. Once I complete the final guidance, I can step down for good.

This time I definitely can't get involved any further. The games between those powerful figures are too dangerous, I, a mere Tier Three, can't handle it..."

Recalling those colleagues who died for various reasons, his excitement simmered down a lot.

Some of them died because of greed, some because they weren't careful enough, others because the mission never intended for them to survive...

Even now, he wasn't sure if he would be the last one.

But all he could do was complete his task, leaving no room for errors.

"I've been out for long enough this time, need to get back quickly and keep monitoring, as soon as the handover is done, everything will be none of my concern anymore..."

After putting away the communicator, the man piloted the aircraft back to the Star Sky Transfer Zone's Star Port, returning under the protection of the transfer zone's rules.

Earlier he had purposely left the Star Port to escape the transfer zone's rules, to contact the outside world directly.

Although nothing was exposed during the conversation, it was ultimately detrimental to Paradise. If such communication used the transfer zone's rule-given permissions, it seemed a bit disrespectful to the transfer zone.

Of course, the cost to communicate with the outside world from the transfer zone was one of those "insignificant" factors.

After parking the ship again, the man quickly headed back to the Descent Square, making his way towards the store named "Prosperous Life".

Ding!

Upon entering the store, a default notification sound chimed. The man disguised himself as a first-time visitor, intending to test whether the owner — the little white-haired girl — was still there, and also to prepare for further tracking.

But just as he stepped into the shop, he found it surprisingly bustling...

Wait, that's...

Feili and Han, why are they here? And also...

As an intelligence agent here, he immediately recognized the customers in the store, representing various major forces' transfer zone representatives, all gathered here. Was something happening?

Realizing the peculiarity of the situation, he pretended to examine the merchandise while focusing on eavesdropping.

"Miss Fan Mao, this time I've brought a Tier Seven super plant, just to exchange for one chance with you..."

"Sorry, since the rules are set, they cannot be easily broken. I think you understand this better than I do. Since this week's slots are fully booked, no more can be added."

"Then, can I use this plant to reserve your next week's three chances?"

"Everything is done according to the rules. Alright, are you three the ones who bought the genetic customization slots this time? Come to the store tomorrow at this time, now please leave."

"We won't disturb you then..."

"..."

Several people bid farewell, disappearing as abruptly as he had noticed them.

The man was now full of doubts, realizing they were here to reserve his tracking target, what service was this Contractor providing?

They actually needed to come in person, and in such a manner?

Even more exaggerated than those Pharmacists!

He increasingly sensed something amiss, the store owner's background and power definitely adhered to something, absolutely not an ordinary assassination task!

He even suspected he might have been caught up in some high-level conflict.

"Damn it, if that's the case, I might be in great danger.

After completing the task, I can't leave. I must hide in the transfer zone for a while, or I'll probably die mysteriously outside...

Once everything is settled, I can emerge and join the victor!"

Although he was just a low-level intelligence agent, the low-level also have their wisdom.

Inconspicuousness was their best cover.

As long as he hid in the transfer zone with the rewards after everything was done, protected by Paradise's rules, even if he stood against the largest grey force in Starry Sky, they would be helpless.

And as a low-tier, not much effort would be wasted on him. Once it was found that he was difficult to silence, he would soon be forgotten.

By then, everything should be clear. He could either pledge allegiance or hide his identity, letting all secrets rot within.

Although his thoughts were shifting, the work still had to continue. There was no need to invest too much energy on the Fan Mao store owner, just ensuring Fan Mao was within sight would be enough.

Free time being what it was, the man habitually took up his old trade, trying to learn about the shop.

He had only arrived in the transfer zone a few days ago due to this mission, and his understanding was still limited.

And it also served as a disguise, since after those major force representatives left, he was the only customer left in the store, awkwardly staring at a shelf was too obvious.

Ten minutes later, after Fan Mao left, he walked out of the store with a stunned face.

He finally understood why the store owner was so valued. The effects of those potions being sold, and their prices, both proved they were anything but simple.

"Even if I don't get paid, I absolutely won't step a foot out of the transfer zone!"