《Fae》Chapter 12: Growth
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The ants learn their lesson.
We don’t get any more raids of that magnitude.
Other predators test their luck and I get into a few scrapes, but none are a threat to the level of the previous battle.
My wounds heal quite quickly. My siblings seem to have recovered, too. Sans a couple of losses, we are back to the state we were at.
As time runs its course, we keep growing. The itch makes a visit, after many days.
I surround myself with caterpillars and begin the process.
The whisper offers me a world of possibility. My wildest dreams are but a molt and a word away. I have gathered many ideas from my fights and the quiet, long hours of feeding.
First is protection. Hardy as I might be, if a truly dangerous bug got close I would be done for. But a tougher exoskeleton would only make me slower. Therefore, the hairs are back.
These are not the same hairs as before, though. They’re longer and much more resilient. I don’t know what they’re made of, but it doesn’t seem to be a normal material. The downside is that I can’t use them for hearing, but that’s not a big concern of mine for now. The whisper more than makes up for such a short-ranged sense.
Second is healing. I said before that I recover quickly, but I’d feel much safer if I were able to heal even the gravest of wounds. There are no doctors around, after all.
Sadly, this is pretty expensive. Especially for a species like mine, which focuses most of its energy in growing absurdly fast. I have the good fortune of having a particularly efficient diet and a surplus of it, but I won’t be able to afford more changes that require such a high nutritional upkeep.
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Third, poison. Nothing too extreme. I can borrow some of the existing infrastructure for my pheromones and make a light sedative or a pain inducing liquid. If anything, it’ll make predators hesitate. Eating a mysteriously lethal being is a seriously bad idea.
That is the limit of my skill. I don’t have enough energy left to make anything else. But this is certainly my most ambitious molting so far. My hairs require a lot of matter and my regeneration energy.
[Molt has granted Larvae +1 Endurance]
[Molt has granted Larvae +1 Intelligence]
[Molt has granted Larvae +1 Wisdom]
[Molt has granted Larvae the skill Regeneration]
[Molt has granted Larvae the skill Poison]
[Regeneration: To live is to persist]
[Poison: To kill is to survive]
As soon as I escape my skin prison I notice the difference. The world around me is muted. Even the bark of the branch I’m on is hard to feel with my hairs acting as a buffer for my skin. Every touch is absorbed by my new armor, and I can barely feel the breeze.
I lost another sense, but the price is worth paying. I can tell that it will be much harder to hurt me, and coupled with my regeneration I should be borderline unstoppable for the weaker bugs that wander in this area. The whisper wasn’t merciful enough to make the shock absorption as effective the other way around.
In my dreams, I cook.
The new recipe I have in mind is nastier. I cut garlic and onions and squeeze a batch of lemons into the cauldron. My table is full of strange and esoteric ingredients. With a deranged cackle, I grab a screaming plant from the roots and throw it whole on the simmering concoction. I stir the ladle once, twice, thrice and watch it change to a black, disgusting color. I swirl my wand and begin a chant of suffering wails and pained groans. When I finish, a foreboding miasma starts to spill out of the iron, rotting the wood of the floor as it passes. I take a flask and fill it to the brim of the evil liquid, chuckling sinisterly all the while.
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My deeper self has a flair for dramatics.
The venom flows easily out of my glands. I listen to the whisper gush with disturbing glee about the potential pain and suffering that it can cause.
In the end, it is but a part of me.
The next time an enemy approaches, I test my new and augmented body.
I let it attack me.
Its mandibles close near my torso and try futilely to cut through my hairs.
After a few minutes where I don’t even bother to stop eating, I finally conclude that the situation won’t change anytime soon.
A shame. I wanted to try my healing.
A slight turn of the head and a shower of poison rains on the pitiable insect.
It writhes on the ground, trying to dislodge the liquid clinging to its skin.
It doesn’t cause a lot of actual damage. In fact, a few liters would probably drown before it killed anything. But the pain seems to be quite debilitating, and when it recovers enough to move the bug escapes as swiftly as it is able to.
I watch it run with a complicated feeling of elation. On one hand, I’m proud of the progress that I’ve made since I was a tiny, powerless worm. On the other hand, I don’t want to think about the implications of the turn that my dreams took.
I strut haughtily around my siblings, daring any foolish insects to attack the cute tagalongs. As more and more beings fall under my graceful head bashes, my arrogance starts to reach the ceiling.
That is, until we migrate to more bountiful branches and the whisper starts screeching like crazy.
Right. I am small fry. I should try to keep that in mind.
Luckily, I manage to make my siblings change course. It only takes a few shoves and a great deal of patience, but the dangerous predator doesn’t seem keen on chasing after us. It must be something of an ambusher.
My diet also changed with my body.
It is approaching nonsensical territories.
I need a few leaves to sustain me for a day now. Sometimes, I have to distance myself from my siblings a bit, lest I eat all of their food. Their appetite is voracious too, but nothing noteworthy compared to mine.
But my whispering has reached a proficiency that abates this problem.
If I used Liquify as I had been doing until now, the leaves would bend under the weight of the fluid and drip all of my food to the ground. But as I have come to familiarize myself with the whisper of these plants so much—and probably, also thanks to the growth of my brain and subsequent point gains—, I’m able to hold the word around my mouth and transform the leaves on contact.
It is a delicate process. Complex. I have to say the word with a constant influx of whispers, which requires regular focus.
But it’s not like I have anything better to do with my time.
As a result, I can slurp down an entire leaf without a drop of waste. My siblings, similarly, don’t leave anything behind, but my method is fairly quicker.
Days pass, dark then bright. Besides some boringly one-sided fights, not much of note happens.
And then disaster strikes.
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8 232Dominion Expansion (a 4X LitRPG)
Clay is one of the world's top players of 4X games, a genre where the goal is to eXplore, eXpand, eXploit, and eXterminate. He's also one of the only players in the world to so stubbornly stick to the one city strategy, a favorite tactic of his that involves only ever using a single city or planet depending on the game's setting. All that matters to him is winning with his favorite strategy, but earning the respect of his fellow players for taking a sub-optimal strategy to its highest level has always been a nice bonus. And now it is because of his skill and entertaining determination that he has been chosen to represent a higher realm in a strategy game where the fate of Earth and dozens of other worlds are at stake. To the victor goes the spoils, and the spoils include entire worlds and billions of lives. That's how he ends up representing the ascended realm of Hell in a grand "game" between an entire pantheon of godly beings and other higher powers. But while it may just be a game to those overseeing it, it is a genuine war for survival to those participating in it where billions of real lives will go to the victor of whoever wins, and many will die before the game is over. Quick Author's Notes: System inspired by Civilization, Endless Legend, Stellaris, and Crusader Kings 2. Combat mechanics inspired by the Total War series. Slow-paced with many long-term plans. Protagonist has a personality heavily inspired by Ron Swanson. Know who that is and love him? You should like Clay. Know who Ron Swanson is and hate him? You'll probably hate Clay. Planning on writing every single day (turn). Days with important things happening will have the system/game mechanics be the priority of the chapter. Days where there isn't really anything important happening will be more slice-of-life and focused on character interactions. Designed a dice-based randomized map generator to create the world as the story goes on, so I don't even know myself exactly what's going to happen as a lot is dependent on world generation. Tech tree with hundreds of technologies already designed. There is a "harem," but it's not the main focus, the girls won't be cardboard cutouts, and I'm not going to completely forget about any previous women in the relationship whenever a new one comes along. One last thing. The "game" starts off with primitive technology level. The current plan is for the "endgame" tech level to be equivilent to WW2-era technology. After that and war just gets boring until you end up in space. Cover is temporary and made from royalty-free stock images while waiting for the real cover's commission to finish.
8 129The Roleplayer
Riley Petesgeralt is your every-day suburban boy by day, but an avid gamer at night, soaring to the top 50 players in an MMORPG called World of Legends.However, after a spiritual encounter, his life turned upside down. Both his worlds has collide, and now, his life is a game?Follow Riley as he embarks on an adventure in adapting his new, unique game-like abilities in his every day life, where he discovers "life" isn't as normal as it seems.
8 197Heirs of Creation- A Supernatural Fanfic
While looking into a less than typical vampire case in Washington, the Winchester brothers run into a young hunter who just arrived from Europe and, while willing to help, always seems to be one step ahead of them. Sam and Dean are soon led down an unexpected road with dangerous questions and answers; some discoveries can bring out the worst in people. ***Some language and violence, nothing that wouldn't be said or shown on the show itself.
8 148SCION OF EVIL
Human beings since the dawn of civilization have always been the top of the food chain. With our wits and knowledge, we have dominated the Land, ruled the Sky, and roamed the Ocean, we are the only species that have dared to ventured into the space and explore the new horizon. Since time immemorial we humans have dominated the world around us with our technology. But what if one day all our technology becomes useless and monsters beyond and from our imagination comes alive. What if humanity suddenly is toppled from the top of the food chain. What if our myths and legend come alive into the reality one day? HOW WILL HUMAN SURVIVE THEN??? . . . . ' Among the trouble that humanity faced it also gained newfound powers and blessing in it. Follow the life of Our protagonist Rudra who will go through many hardships with his newfound powers in this era to kill slay his enemy take revenge and become the emperor extreme. I dont own the cover picture.. It was taken from the website below https://wallpaperplay.com/walls/full/5/a/0/190375.jpg or go to https://www.desktopbackground.org
8 195The Cracks in the Labyrinth
Evoking the paranoid tension of Rosemary's Baby and the unnerving atmosphere of the cult horror film Jacob's Ladder, The Cracks in the Labyrinth is a disturbing psychological thriller set in present-day Caracas, where the government has devolved into a "democratic dictatorship"-a creepy suspense novel meant to challenge your deeper, subconscious fears of losing control.It consumed the sanity of an entire country...And it was not from this world. It couldn't have been. Whatever caused the incident known as "The Red Christmas" drove Venezuela into madness.Even ten years since it happened, none of the survivors of that night dare to attempt to make sense of it all, including Adam. Living ostracized to hide from the brutal way of life in Caracas, he's working tirelessly as an online writer to help his brother and sister flee the country. Now, as he's about to have enough money to take them to safety, he receives an email from his old girlfriend ... which is remarkable, considering she's been presumed dead for years. Adam tries to think nothing of the email or the broken video file attached to it. He convinces himself that it has to be a computer virus of some kind until he discovers something terrifying: the video might link his sister to the worst night of his life, the night his girlfriend went missing, the night of "The Red Christmas". Then he realizes this could be a threat; his sister's life could be in danger. As he starts to investigate who sent the video, Adam begins to uncover dark truths about his neighbors and finds evidence that there might be a larger conspiracy at play. The problem is that he's starting to suffer from hellish hallucinations that make him question what is real. Soon, the only clear thing to him is that someone doesn't want him to dig up the past. Will Adam be able to stay sane long enough to find out what really happened the night of "The Red Christmas"? Will he succeed in helping his family escape the country?
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