Chrysalis

It’s expensive taking something from 0 to +30. Four hundred and sixty five! Just imagine that number. It wasn’t so long ago that I could barely imagine having that much Biomass ready to use.

As it is, after the hunting I’ve done with the gang and vacuuming up the food the others didn’t need, I only have enough stored away to mutate these two body parts, and only barely at that. If we hadn’t run into a few high tier monsters on our hunt, I would never have stored enough.

I do the same with the plating as I did with the carapace, taking the one option at +5, the other at +10, then fusing, and repeat the process up to thirty. Satisfied with my selections, I punch in the confirmation and await my fate.

Here it comes.

Oooooo, it’s going to be a bad one. I can already tell.

AaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAND HERE IT IS!

[Crinis! Cover me!] I howl as I immediately flop onto my back and start thrashing wildly.

Being as large as I am, the thrashing is all the more spectacular and I’d prefer none of my siblings were able to see it. Ugh, just horrible. Why is it that I have to put up with this dreadful sensation when I mutate? Nobody else seems to roll about suffering like I do. What’s the deal?! I’ll have to mention it to Gandalf the next time I see him. In fact, that’s all the motivation I need to push for tier eight, forget about this stupid hook the Ancients stuck me with.

Eventually, the itch fades and I right myself quickly. I want to check my carapace as fast as possible! I look over myself, inspecting every detail. Surely I’m more shiny than before? There’s no way my lustre was reduced even further, is there?

Thankfully, I believe I can detect a little more oomph to the deep purple shimmer that can be seen within the diamond. It isn’t much, but I’ll take it. I don’t remember ever feeling vain as a human, but for some reason, I became quite attached to my glimmering carapace. It caught the eye and really lit up the room, in a literal sense.

[Is everything alright, Master?] Crinis asks as I continue to check over myself.

[Yes, it’s all fine. Now that the itch is gone, I just wanted to see how the new mutation looked on the carapace.]

imposing as

all the time. Every time I mutate, it’s like my entire body is

[Oh.]

you feel it? What happens when you

nothing, really. I feel

she gets from being a shadow creature.

mean, Tiny. The

at

do you

and then gives me a thumbs

fine when mutating? This is outrageous! How come nobody told me anything

Tiny shrugs.

mean, you did?! I think

injustice right away. It’s completely unfair that only us reincarnated folks have to put up with this. We need

find her? I haven’t spoken to her at all since I evolved, not since the resolution to the whole Jim fiasco. I hope she’s

one that cares for her. Mandibles crossed, that’ll be enough. Although it probably won’t if she has

closer to the border we share with the lizard wizards. She’s been assisting to suppress the demon shenanigans while patrolling with the Colony to help scare off

hard

border with a squad of a hundred ants, looking tough and intimidating. I run up to her with an urgent wave of the

[Hey, Sarah!]

surprised