Chrysalis

Mother looks at me, a twinge of amusement in her eyes as her antennae continue to hover threateningly. I swear she gets far more enjoyment than she should by whacking me on the head. I'm not sure I've ever seen her hit someone else, to be honest. It's not fair!

"Mother. It's lovely to see you as always, I'm just surprised is all. I thought you were very comfortable in the main nest."

"I experienced some issues due to a lack of mana. It was tolerable and I was happy to remain, but now that a secure nest has been constructed in this stratum, there is no reason I shouldn't move down and take up residence here."

"The fact that the Colony is at war in this layer wouldn't have anything to do with it?"

The Queen isn't fazed by my question and replies forthrightly.

"Of course if my children are fighting then I should help. Isn't that normal?"

"I suppose it is," I sigh.

Though I doubt the rest of the Colony were happy with her decision. In fact, the guards crawling all around are throwing me dirty looks for agreeing with her. What do you want me to do? Nobody is going to tell the Queen what to do, least of all me! If I suggest she try and look after herself, all that's going to happen is I get smacked in the head. Still, I suppose I should try.

"Just… try to be careful? A bit? The family would be sad if anything were to happen to you."

"Of course, child. I do not intend to needlessly throw my life away, but I have the ability to help, so I shall."

She looks at me as if I'm a touch foolish to think that she would do anything else. I stare flatly at the guards who now pretend they were never glaring at me to begin with. You morons, now mother thinks I'm an idiot. That's what I get for trying to help you.

there are tier eight demons beneath us. So we need to be careful. If they come up here, we'll be forced into

then," the Queen declares. "The strongest of the Colony should stand at the ready to repel this threat. Isn't

own thing going on. We aren't expecting them to

then I will return to my hunt. Be well, child. Try not to

When do I eve… yes

me on the head once before she walks away, trailed by as many as a thousand ants who nervously skitter around her as if expecting powerful monsters to leap out

wasn't so comfortable risking herself. I know she doesn't think of herself as irreplaceable, goodness knows how many queens we have now, but were she to actually fall in battle

on the Queen. Or me, come to

Where's Accountant when you need her? Actually, an ant named Accountant probably does

back

the Dungeon until I'm

in terms of what evolutions you choose, and what path you emphasise. From what we

[Well that's just… great.]

hook, but it doesn't seem the Ancients are interested in giving me much choice. Unless I can

with being an ant just fine, and when I was a human there was that time with the legs. Those bones healed up alright, the pain when walking was less than the hunger pangs, and I dealt with

wait, no I didn't, I died from

hands whether or not this happens, and

much emotion from you.

triad leader and even Torrina

is largely a problem caused by me being too incredible and the ancients being gits. Hopefully at some point down the line it'll all work out in the wash. Now if you'll excuse me, I need