Chapter 3: Chapter 3 - The Hive Is Born
'Who is this?'
Staring down at the reflection of what was supposed to be herself, she couldn't help but be stunned at the fact that— it wasn't herself.
Before she was no outstanding beauty or anything, she was just above average, yet she never looked anything like how she looked now.
Her shoulder-length black hair had now turned into pure white hair, the like snow that fell untainted onto the winter's floor, with its length growing to around her waist.
The fact that she didn't notice it before could only be attributed to how out of it she was.
She was so focused on moving quickly to find something she never bothered to look at herself, her body, so she never saw the hair.
But that wasn't all that changed.
Her face— which was ok before had suddenly changed into a face that looked like it was perfectly carved out to suit her.
Calling it above average would be an understatement.
She had a sharp jawline that gave her face an intimidating feeling to it— with a small nose that easily complimented her small head.
But what surprised her most about her face would be her eyes.
Her eyes were just normal brown before, but now it was bright crimson, like the blood that flowed from one's body. But that wasn't all— while a normal person's eyes would be white, with a colored pupil.
Her eyes were pitch black, with crimson orbs in them that gave the feeling of staring into an abyss that stared back.
She had quite an intimidating face that even she was startled by it at first— before realizing it was her.
All this compared with her milky white skin, whiter than anything she had seen before, gave her the feeling of not being normal.
Not being human.
If she wasn't human, if she wasn't normal, then what was she?
As that thought entered her mind she felt a headache like she had never felt before suddenly erupt in her mind.
It felt as if her head was trying to split itself open, yet she couldn't even focus on the pain because of the thoughts.
Thoughts, feelings, and an underlining instinct that would pass on through blood to the offspring of an animalistic life form.
It all suddenly came filling her mind and body as she came to understand who she was. No. What she was.
A Mimictarion.
An alien species that was unknown to most of the universe that went extinct a long time ago because of their own actions.
A species that was capable of creating entire hive minds that served them and only them.
The downfall of the species wasn't clear from the thoughts that came to her, she couldn't even tell how an egg of this species found itself on earth or how she was reborn in it, but she knew one thing.
This would be a lot of fun.
For the first time in a long time, it seemed like she had something that she could spend a lot of time on, trying to do what was engraved into her very blood now.
Grow, spread, take over.
Her very blood was screaming to her— telling her to become stronger— become the strongest.
Telling her to create a hive so wide that she would never fail.
Not like the ones of the past did.
And she had full intentions of heeding this call. She didn't care who got hurt along the way, or even how many died.
And while that may not sound like something someone that used to be human would say, she didn't feel any connections to humans anymore.
Maybe it was her blood— maybe she was always messed up, or something inside her just made her not care about any race that wasn't her own.
Everything else was just a stepping stone to growth.
That's not to say she had any intention of becoming a genocidal maniac and killing everything she saw with only her growth in mind.
That would not only be foolish, but it would also be counterproductive because other races had their usage other than just dying.
Look at humans, a race so weak yet so creative that they were able to make TVs, movies, anime, music, and other modern-day technology that would revolutionize how someone did things.
Not to mention what other races might be out there in the vast universe with their own useful technology that she can use to her advantage.
So she had no plans to kill them all, only use them.
That's when an idea came to mind, something else she could use right now.
A system.
She had seen many systems over the years from the hundreds of novels she had read, and she could tell for certain that the system she had wasn't quite like the system in the novels.
Firstly, she wasn't granted it like most of the systems were granted in the novels— this wasn't given to her by some higher being.
Hell, it wouldn't even exist without her.
This system was born from her mind and body.
It is passed on through the blood of her species— and it originally takes the form of whatever interface the user is most knowledgeable of.
Hers simply happened to be a system.
And the system existed solely to serve her— it didn't create something out of nothing, and it didn't do anything she couldn't already do.
It simply quantified and simplified her abilities so she wouldn't need to.
That was why the system was useful— it was a visible representation of her growth, and aided her in said growth.
So, without overthinking the system much, she called for it.
'System Activate.'
Chapter 4: Chapter 4 - Going Over Information
'System Activate.'
As she said the words in her mind, a semi-transparent screen appeared before her eyes. However she knew instantly that this screen wasn't real— it simply existed within her mind, and only she could see it.
[Name: Liliana Goldbrone
Age: Physical: Unknown, Soul: 18
Race: Mimictarion BroodMother.
Titles: Last of Their Kind, Hivemind.
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Energy: 20
Strength: 15
Durability: 15
Agility: 20
Mental: 35
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Free Mass: 0
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Skills:
Hivemind - The user is a hive mind— a being that is connected to many other beings through an innate mental link. The user is able to be any of the beings linked in the hive mind at once— while still retaining individuality. The limit of hive units is determined by the mental strength of the user.
Adapt, Evolve, Overcome - The user is able to gain traits from the things that they absorb or devour. Evolving to suit the user until they are able to use it to overcome situations.
Mimic Creation - The user is able to use mass and energy in order to create mimics, the hive units that serve the Broodmother. The user is currently able to make basic mimics only: Worker Mimic, Scout Mimic, and Melee Hunting Mimic.
Other abilities are dormant until the user has fully awakened]
Looking over the transparent screen that appeared in her mind she couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.
She had just woken up in this body and yet she had already found herself above the physical capabilities of a human— she knew this because the average human had 10 in all physical stats, with well-trained humans having around 15.
Most humans had energy below 10— and that wasn't something they would grow normally.
She knew this information thanks to her blood— blood that carried on bits and pieces of information of her long-fallen race.
Another thing she took note of was her skills— she already knew them thanks to them being engraved in her blood but the information panel really helped clear and focus her mind.
Adapt, Evolve, Overcome.
The skill that made her species one of the most feared species by those that knew of it, and also the cause of her species' downfall.
This ability allowed her to eat— or absorb, all forms of matter into her body in order to break it down and eventually gain traits linked to it.
But not just gain traits— said traits were then evolved and made specifically to suit her body and needs, making it the perfect skill to become stronger with.
However, there was a limitation.
It took time— and matter, lots of matter.
Her body would need to break down and understand the information of the thing she eats before it could evolve a skill to suit her— this took her having to eat a lot of that thing for it to work.
This was one of the reasons her species went extinct— they ate everything they came across until nothing was left to eat, dying due to their own starvation and foolishness.
However, that wouldn't happen to her.
Not only did she not have any other of her species to compete with and eat things, but she also had a consciousness that her species didn't have.
Normally they acted on instincts, with little self-control.
But thanks to her life as a human she had that self-control they lacked. Meaning she would know when too much was in fact, a problem.
Moving on from that ability she focused on perhaps the most important— and main ability— of her entire species.
Mimic Creation.
Mimics are what the units that a broodmother could create were called— due to the simple fact that they were able to mimic the appearance and traits of anything they adapted to.
This granted them an edge in all terrains because they could simply adapt to fit it.
That's not to say it was easy.
Creating a mimic and changing their traits all took a combination of mass and energy, not to mention she herself needed to have the trait to grant it to a mimic.
This meant she would need to absorb all forms of matter and energy in order to create members of her hive— with the stronger the unit being, the more of both it would cost her.
This was one of the reasons her species conquered so much and eventually died out.
Currently however she didn't have enough mass to create even the most basic of mimics, a worker mimic.
Called workers because of their programmed instincts, they primarily gather resources and forge for food in order to feed the hive. They are so weak at the start that even normal people could kill them.
Scouts were useful because they were quick, agile, and as the name would suggest— built for scouting. They were great at finding locations, or tracking prey, and when paired with a hunting unit, they were deadly.
Hunting Units, as the name suggests, were mimics that were primarily focused on fighting, be it melee like the basic ones, or even ranged like future ones. They fought animals, people, and all sorts of things for the hive.
And these were just the basic units she could make one because she lacked the power and knowledge to make more. But in theory, she could make units that can do anything she wanted— as long as she had the right things.
And she planned to do just that.
For her goal to take shape, she would need to make a massive and powerful hive, one unrivaled by all else.
What was her goal you may ask?
To conquer.
It was a goal that came engraved in her blood, to evolve and conquer all that there is to conquer. And she had no reason to fight this goal— because she knew it would be a lot of fun.
So she had full intention of conquering everything she wanted to conquer.
In the way that she wanted to do it, that is.
This naturally didn't mean she was going to go and just kill everyone and everything— she had a plan to make.
And the first step in doing that was to make hive members, so she needed to find some materials.
Weekly Power Status
200+ Power
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