There was little anyone in the encampment could do but dream. The bugs had snatched away their homeland, their livelihood, and even their family. The only things they still possessed were their lives, their language, and the power to dream.

Yang Ze snapped his fingers. "You've got it right."

The chuckles ground to a halt before the civilians burst into uproarious laughter. As the laugher echoed through the encampment, more and more people gathered.

"Haha, to think Mr. Yang's such a funny man!"

"I thought he would be difficult to get along with, but he's more interesting than I thought."

"It's been quite some time since I was able to laugh so freely and forget about the troubles I'm facing..."

Yang Ze's expression was earnest...