StarCraft: Everyone wants the Queen

Chapter 12

We walked for about half an hour until we came to a large iron gate and stopped.

Shen Qingqing looked at the suddenly appearing iron gate and remembered what Saenster had said: that was the first layer of restrictions on the underground warehouse.

The underground warehouse has three layers of security measures, and each layer requires pupil recognition to open.

Shen Qingqing groped along the door, and her fingers suddenly touched a small dent in the corner.

She pressed down hard, and a blue light appeared in the center of the door, quickly sweeping across her body.

Then, the iron gate slowly opened.

Didn't you say there was pupil certification? Why isn't there?

Both doors were opened the same way; they simply swept over her body and then opened the doors, not at all as secure as he had described.

When she arrived at the last door, Shen Qingqing thought she would be scanned again like before, so she relaxed and leaned against the door, waiting for the blue light to appear.

Strangely, this time the door didn't change at all when she touched the indentation.

The iron gate is still the same iron gate, and Shen Qingqing is still the same Shen Qingqing.

Nothing has changed.

Her stomach was still growling.

What's going on? Is the system old and broken?

Shen Qingqing swallowed hard. The door in front of her closed automatically after she came in. If the door hadn't been opened, she might have been trapped here.

Until they starve to death.

What can I do to save myself now?

Shen Qingqing hugged her arms and curled up in the corner, feeling helpless.

But when she bent over and curled up, she was pricked by something. She reached out and wiped it away, pulling out a clean white sphere from her bosom.

This looks familiar.

As she stroked the smooth sphere, she thought of it; it was almost identical to the small sphere in the core drive unit that Saenster had given her.

Ultimately, he hadn't had a chance to tell her how to use it yet.

The small sphere was held in the palm of his hand, and then tucked back into his arms.

This was left by Saenster; we can't let it get lost.

Regaining her composure, Shen Qingqing tried again to pry open the door, but it remained unmoved, leaving her drenched in sweat.

The black lines on her legs seemed to have stopped corroding, only occasionally swaying and gently undulating on her calves, causing an itch.

"anyone there?"

At first she called out softly, but there was no other sound except for the echo, so she became bolder.

At this point, she didn't care about any danger. All she knew was that if she didn't call for help now, she might really have to spend the rest of her life here.

Two consecutive calls completely ruined her voice, and she had to cough several times before she recovered.

He kept patting his chest, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a small stone at his feet. In a fit of pique, he picked it up and threw it at the iron gate.

"drop--"

As a jarring electronic sound rang out, the door opened to Shen Qingqing's astonishment.

A breath of fresh air filled the small, enclosed space, breaking the stuffy, oxygen-deprived environment of the dark passage.

The sky outside was a clear blue, and birdsong filled the air, telling the world about the peace and tranquility of this place.

Struggling to walk out of the dark cave, I closed my eyes the moment the bright light shone in, and didn't open them for a while.

I glimpsed this beautiful, silent world through my fingers.

It was as pure as if it had never been touched.

The tiny person struggled to move forward through bushes that were as tall as two people.

Shen Qingqing took the wooden stick she had picked up from the cave entrance and probed it little by little.

High above the towering tropical rainforest, a boy lies comfortably on a branch.

The wind rustled the boy's clothes and lifted a few strands of hair.

Its light green eyes opened, gazing into the distance.

Shen Qingqing was unaware that she was being watched and was still struggling to figure out which way to go.

Which way should we go?

He looked at the glowing sphere in his hand and pondered in a conflicted manner.

After thinking for a moment, I decided to go to a higher place first and make a decision after seeing the whole view of the place.

Supported by the wooden stick, he moved slowly, and the path he walked was soon covered by dense bushes, as if no one had ever been there.

The lush vegetation made me feel incredibly small.

Shen Qingqing wiped her sweat and walked in the opposite direction along the stream until she finally reached a relatively high place.

Sitting on a large rock, rubbing her feet, her fair and delicate little feet were now a little red and swollen, and blisters had formed on the sides of her feet.

The low-heeled sandals I casually wore when leaving the Rose Palace had their straps cut off by the serrated leaves of the plants.

Without shoes, are we supposed to walk barefoot across?

Shen Qingqing thought to herself, feeling frustrated, while also looking up to see if there were any buildings around.

Unfortunately, finding a cell tower in the dense rainforest is not an easy task.

At least she hasn't discovered anything yet.

Shen Qingqing, who was pondering where to go next, was completely unaware of the footsteps behind her.

She even started humming a song when the person making the footsteps came up behind her.

The man's eyebrows twitched, seemingly surprised that someone would still be focused on singing under such circumstances.

So he withdrew his hand from the curved sword.

Shen Qingqing, who was humming a song out of boredom, never expected that her idle act would save her life at a critical moment.

"What are you looking at?"

The sudden sound from behind startled Shen Qingqing, and her singing stopped abruptly.

Shen Qingqing turned her head incredulously and looked at someone warily.

The person seemed still absorbed in the song, unaware of when it stopped.

Instead, he sat down next to Shen Qingqing as if they were old friends, and without caring about her reaction, grabbed her and pulled her towards him.

"Hey, were you singing just now? What were you singing? I've never heard it before."

Faced with this suddenly appearing stranger, Shen Qingqing was naturally wary, but unfortunately her weak body could not resist his strength, and she was instead suppressed and led in his direction.

Shen Qingqing, who couldn't pry the man's arm off no matter how hard she tried, was sulking inside. She was amazed by the difference in strength between the two of them, but also afraid that the man might punch her to death if he got angry.

After all, he lifted himself off the rock like a chick.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" the boy asked, puzzled.

"You sang very well just now, sing a little longer."

Well, Shen Qingqing had nothing left to be angry about, after all, the somewhat immature-looking boy in front of her didn't seem to be very smart.

Who would be so presumptuous as to grab someone and ask them to sing?

Is this person a bandit?

However, the boy remained unconvinced and even considered tying a few headbands to his forehead.

The simple and intricately patterned strips of cloth were casually tied around their foreheads, and a long string of similarly patterned ornaments jingled on their chests, making them look just like the indigenous residents living here.

Sharp eyebrows, deep-set eyes, slightly brown skin, and a pair of pure, unadulterated light green eyes.

They don't look like Zerg at all.

Especially his eyes; unlike the Zerg's mesh-like pupils, this boy looked more like a human.

Seeing that the girl ignored him, the boy looked displeased. He had never seen such a beautiful female here, but this beautiful female in front of him was obviously not very bright.

He said so much, but she didn't react at all; she just stared at him blankly.

It seems the painting is correct; females can only survive by depending on males.

Little Fourteen, who already understood profound truths at such a young age, nodded, giving himself an affirmative answer.

At the same time, Shen Qingqing suddenly felt her body lighten, and she was picked up by the boy.

"What are you doing? Put me down!"

The faint sound was quickly swallowed by the howling wind. Fourteen picked up his spoils, like a triumphant general picking up his medals, and marched toward his kingdom.