"Let's craft sothing more useful!"
I was on the roll. And what was easier to craft than…
"The rock!"
The three Foragers tilted their heads in unison as I held a rock toward the sky.
And all I needed to do was to pick it from the ground.
"What about this rock?"
"You can throw it, of course! Look… See this tree?"
It was one of the weirder ones, shaped like a mushroom (or like a dick—it really looked like that, I swear!). It was five ters away, close enough for a good throw.
I swung my hand and threw my rock. It hit the tree with a thud, leaving a small gouge in the soft bark.
"Now imagine if it was soone you wanted to kill. One rock won't do much damage, but if a hundred bees threw a rock… it'd be devastating! And you won't have to sting anyone."
〔Stone Hamrs〕
Brainpower requirent: 7
Workpower: 1 per 1 thousand affected workers.
Military: 2 per 1 thousand affected soldiers.
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"That would hurt…" a Forager said, leaning to look at my hamr closer.
I let them poke at it a little, then went to the soft mushroom-tree to show its power.
The wind blew so dust in my eyes as I raised my hands for a mighty blow.
Sothing buzzed above .
"Get away!"
"A hunter!"
"Look out!"
I looked up and saw her—a graceful and deadly wasp-woman, two ters tall, coming at with murderous intent. She had red stripes over her eyes, pale skin and a sharp stinger that was aiming right at .
〔Wasp〕
〔Health〕: 11 / 11
〔Stamina〕: 10 / 13
〔Species〕: Common Beewolf Wasp
〔Age〕: 41 d
〔Remaining lifespan〕: 20 d
〔Attributes〕
> Strength: 15
> Agility: 43
> Endurance: 11
> Defense: 9
> Intelligence: 3
> Perception: 40
〔Special abilities〕
Flight II, Paralyzing Stinger II, Claws III, Sharp Fangs II
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Get away? She was so quick that she was already there before I could shout, "Fuckfuckfuckno!"
My hands acted faster than my tongue. In reflex, I swung my already raised hamr at the approaching wasp.
She cut her advance short, stopping right before the hamr could hit her nose.
Then the Foragers descended on her with reckless abandon.
Each grabbed whatever part of the wasp's body they could: the arms, the wings, the abdon-like tail thing, while the wasp trashed and tried to get free. She was stronger than an individual bee, but there were three of them.
Their stingers rose, preparing for their attacks.
"No! Don't sting her!" I shouted.
It would kill my Foragers!
It was stupid to worry about lives of individual worker bees, which existed to give their best to the hive and die; but they were humans to at this mont.
The wasp-woman, who hissed and bared sharp teeth at …
Not so much.
My shout made the Foragers pause, and the wasp freed a pair of arms. Her stinger moved, threatening to hit one of the Foragers.
I quickly raised my hands and brought the hamr over her head.
〔Critical hit! You deal 15 damage!〕
〔The wasp dies!〕
There was a crack and a splatter. Blood splashed what felt like all over . The wasp twitched for the last ti and went limp.
The combat log windows floated in the air for a few more seconds, then disappeared.
Then the hamr fell from my hands, too.
"Wow! The Drone just killed a small hunter!"
"With the hamr thing!"
"That was… wow! We should tell the others, right?"
"Yeah! We can—can we dance it so everybody sees?"
"I only know the flower dance, I don't know the hamr dance."
I turned away from the wasp's corpse, and from the Foragers who chatted like nothing happened. I had so blood on my chest… The Foragers were bloody, too.
It was gross as fuck.
"Hey, Foragers… are there any water sources nearby?"
They paused to think and wave their antennae.
"I sll so water—right out there!" a Forager pointed.
"There," was a couple hundred ters away.
At least we left the wasp's corpse behind. Soone was definitely going to eat it soon. I was inwardly glad that honey bees were vegetarian.
The water source was just a tiny murky pond created by rainwater gathering inside a hole in the earth. A tree was hanging above it, with several yellow flowers growing on its branches.
Each of the flowers was the size of a bed. I could sleep in one. There was sothing strange about the pond's shape, too…
It was shaped like a paw print! A lone and smudged paw print three ters wide.
The realization made my jaw drop.
What size was the creature that left this footprint? Was it anywhere near? Did it eat bees?
'I am a tiny bee in a huge, huge world…'
The creator of the footprint was nowhere in sight.
The water was murky, but I really needed a wash. Ever since my "eting" with Ambrosia, really…
As I washed in the chilly water, I was more cautious than before, constantly looking out for more predators—but no danger ca, thankfully. Instead, I sotis saw several Forager Bees flying over in the sky above.
A dozen minutes later, with myself and my hamr kind of cleaner, I looked at my stats and the attribute point there.
'So, I must increase Endurance to have a *chance* to improve lifespan, huh? Alright… Let's try it.'
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