A bee… How could my luck get so bad?
I was the campus beauty before. Talent, looks, anything a high-paying company would look for—I had it. But now? I'm a freaking bee?
I once read a novel where the main character reincarnated as a spider. Oh, how I'd give everything just to be a cool, long-legged spider with flashy skills or something.
As I blabbered about how my life could've been this or that, I realized something odd.
Wait... I'm a larva, right? But how in the world can I see anything if I don't have eyes?
[Answer: The host of the Bee System has been granted the passive skill [Sense]. Although not listed initially due to the host's sudden death, it simulates sight through environmental perception.]
"AHHH! What in the— Who and what in the world are you?!"
[System Calibration: ERROR. User is not yet allowed to access higher-tier system intelligence.] [Responses now tailored to beginner level.] [I am the Bee System. I will serve as your guide throughout your journey.]
"Great. A worthless system that can't even answer basic questions. And I'm a bee…"
Wait. The Bee System feels a little like an RPG. Maybe if I shout something like "Status"—oh right, I can't speak.
[Initiating... Display Interface. Warning: Results may sting your self-esteem.]
[Status]
Past Name: Shizuka Amamiya (can be hidden if host desires) Current Name: Mitsuki (assigned by the Goddess Melissara) Race: Larval Bee Stage: F-Rank Hatchling Level: 0
Attributes: Vitality: 4 Strength: 1 Agility: 2 Endurance: 3 Perception: 1 Mana: 6 Intellect: 5 Luck: 10
Attribute Points: 0
Skills: [Devour] (Unique) – Consume biomass to absorb traits, abilities, or evolutionary potential. May trigger mutations or unlock hidden evolution paths. [Heat/Cold Resistance] (Passive) – Temperature extremes are less harmful to your body. [Anti-Fatigue] (Passive) – Reduces fatigue buildup. Increases mental clarity. [Pain Resistance] (Passive) – Pain is dulled. Screaming optional.
Hidden Attributes: LOCKED Titles: LOCKED
[Status displayed. Crying in public larva clusters is discouraged.] — System
The status appeared instantly. Seems like I just need to think about what I want, and the system responds—though the sarcasm is getting on my nerves.
More importantly, Luck: 10? Really? I bet the gods are laughing at me. Highest stat I've got... and I end up as a bug. Talk about cosmic irony.
The unique skill [Devour], huh? I'll test that out later. Somehow. But right now, I'm still a larva. Ugh. Okay. Think logically. If I remember right, the life cycle of a bee goes like this:
Queen Bee lays egg → Larva → Pupa → Adult Bee
So in about one week, I'll hit the pupa stage and undergo metamorphosis. I just have to survive until then.
Time Skip: Larval Suffering Edition
Over the next several days, I endured the worst torture imaginable—eating bee bread.
That's what the system told me it was: a mix of pollen and honey, the standard food for worker and drone larvae. The taste? Meh. Bland and strangely sour.
And I was being force-fed this stuff constantly in my cell in the brood comb—the nursery area of the hive.
I don't know how many times I prayed to Melissara to just let me die. But no.
Every time I finished one mouthful, another came. I've never longed for a cheeseburger so much in my life.
But then, finally…
The day arrived.
No, not for my funeral. Pupa time!
[Notice: Host will now undergo metamorphosis.] [During this phase, the host will gain eyes, legs, wings, and other essential traits.] [Please choose a development path:]
Queen Bee – 7–8 days Worker Bee – 12 days Drone – 14 days
Wait, I get to choose?
Well… Worker Bee, I guess. Might as well be average in a hive I plan to eventually overthrow.
[Metamorphosis will now commence.]
Suddenly, my body began spinning a cocoon—completely on autopilot. It was a weird feeling. Like my body knew what to do even if I didn't.
Then… the wax seal came. Ugh. Gross. Sticky, claustrophobic, and way too warm. But there was no backing out now.
Time passed. Days, maybe. I couldn't move or speak. But I felt it. My limbs forming. My wings twitching. My eyes adjusting.
[Notice: Host has successfully become an Adult Worker Bee.]
The moment the message appeared, my wax cell opened.
I crawled out, my brand-new legs wobbling like a drunk toddler. My wings flapped by instinct, accidentally launching me into the ceiling of the hive like a ping-pong ball.
I finally landed and caught a glimpse of myself—reflected off the smooth surface of the honeycomb wall.
Yellow and black. Big creepy eyes. Cutesy little wings.
"…Still hate bees."