Chrysalis

I need cores.

Like, super badly.

I need cores for me, I need cores for Tiny, I need cores for experimenting, I need cores to raise my skills, I need cores to fuse into more powerful cores for myself and for Tiny AND I need cores for my other side project!

CORES!

The number of monster cores we had extracted so far from the farm was a grand total of one! When Tiny and I went in there to cripple the creatures this morning we found a monstrous toad had already slaughtered most of the creatures inside. Tiny had excitedly rushed to engage it, charging up his lightning fist and exploded the foe with one punch.

Luckily he hadn't destroyed the core!

Still, one core every three days is not nearly enough to meet my needs! I refuse!

I just don't have a solution to this problem currently.

Tiny and I are currently resting in the nest. A contented bustle has come over the colony recently as the workers have been busy doing the things that workers love to do. Tending to the brood, expanding the nest, foraging for food. Our new anthill has become impressively large now, the top reaching towards the peak of the trees. I had to ask them not to make it any higher or we'll end up too easy to spot. Our main objective is to hide and ride out the wave after all.

I want no trouble, be it human or otherwise.

To my delight, the pupae have started to hatch over the last few hours, hundreds of new workers emerging to swell the ranks of the colony. When this generation finally emerges we will have reached the one thousand worker mark! A milestone in the life of a young colony to be sure.

This is nothing though. If we expand the farm a little and keep the supply of Biomass coming it won't be long until we reach two thousand, five thousand, one hundred thousand!

That was the other exciting thing to happen this morning, the Queen finally awoke from her rest. After a massive feed provided to her by the workers she got busy producing the next generation. Even as I rest I can hear the workers scurrying about madly with fresh clutches of eggs, stashing them into the egg chambers, fastidiously cleaning them and ensuring they are the right temperature.

means I need to advance the schedule of my

is asleep, thick meaty arms flung over his face like a hairy teenager. The noise

transforming from a grub and into an ant. Still ghostly white

thing out. It is normal for other workers to assist newborns break free of their cocoon, cutting away at the threads with their mandibles. The very first workers in the colony will have this task performed for them by the Queen

my own way out, but I don't really have any memory of my pupal stage, I really only became

colony, my sibling no less, break out of the casing by chomping away

and after a few minutes the brand new worker stands proudly before atop its

…

Small!

her very tiny indeed! There is something else odd about her as well. I'm not sure exactly what it is,

one had a lot of pep but this

her antennae around before locking onto me and rushing in my direction! In a few short moments she has raced across the ground and scrambled up

….

This.

…

I hate thiiiiiiiis.

this ant so attached to me?!

know what to make of

and extend my mind out of my body. There is a faint concentration of mana in a place that I did not expect.

Gandalf?! This little midget was born with a core?! Tell

ant can just flat out be born with a core? Tell me, swear on your pointy hat and rad staff with

my new passenger remains stubbornly clung

Sigh.

to investigate this