Chrysalis

Chapter 1243

“Wuff, wuff, wuff.”

I don’t know why, but these new pets the shapers have designed seem to have such a positive outlook on life. There’s a gleam of simple joy in their eyes as they wibble and wobble about the place, soaking up vile goop and emitting their mist.

After evolving, they’re a bit bigger, but not by as much as I expected. It makes sense on reflection, what would they need Might for? Or toughness? They have one job, and all their evolutionary energy can go into that.

“Why did you make these guys so cheerful?” I ask Bella as my comrades continue to go to war against the enraged fifth stratum beasts in the background.

“Do they… need your help?” she replies, looking nervously over my shoulder.

“I’m sure they’re fine.”

“There seems to be a lot of screaming….”

“That’s the slugs.”

I do check before I reply, of course I do, but I snatch my senses away as quickly as I can. Even still, I continue to hear Crinis raving in my mind.

[FILTH! YOU DARE CONTAMINATE THE MASTER’S AIR! I WILL RIP UNTIL YOU CAN BE RIPPED NO MORE!]

Shudder.

“Well… we didn’t, really. I don’t think we spent any time shaping their personalities at all. Perhaps it’s come about as a result of their function?”

“What, as cleaners?”

She shrugs helplessly with her antennae.

it. For whatever reason, they

noxious slime they can find

gone

off, probably closer than we would have liked. Invidia hisses with satisfaction as rock and debris trickles down from overhead, so I

and you… took them

crazy, or is the mist more potent as

the poisonous gas, the two just seem to… cancel each other out. As it rises into the air and reaches the strings of mucus attached to

tier. We thought that the most critical issue for them would be how much cleansing mist they can produce per unit of slime consumed. If they aren’t ahead of that curve, then they need to absorb more slime than

ahead of that curve

take another evolution before they

Huh…

fabulous! I can’t wait to see what their Levels are like once this rampage is done. Fingers crossed they’ll be getting

shrieks of

going to make

N-not at

more than happy to let me, remaining behind with the small team of shapers they’ve brought with them, the actual ‘masters’, or ‘mistresses’, I

carefully over the remaining patches of ooze to find that things are as busy as I thought they were. In fact, I’ve never seen anything

of them appear to be almost literally holding back the tide against a tsunami of sludge, slime, frogs and slugs. The tunnel is full of

you tell me it was

Tiny

ssssshall

[DIEEEEEEEE!] Crinis screams.

greedy. That’s fine, we can work

bit, then, make a little room for me. I’ll help out, and I’ll do my best to make sure that I’m not taking too much of

and fight, a forest of tendrils lashing out at the

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