I sprinted through the streets, reaching my district in only a few minutes. It was empty, a ghost town. Which means my plan worked! Now I just have to distract anyone that tries to chase us!

I ran over to the camp and saw in the distance, my people marching home. I smiled and settled down in the camp. I placed Tiktelazertoli’s head on a nice rock and promised myself I wouldn’t forget it. It’d be nice to start a collection again. I want Bella’s skull next. I own a castle now, I should have a room for these.

I played around with the head for around twenty minutes before the first group of pursuers arrived. Twenty bruisers stared at me in horror as I drew various pictures on nearby rocks with Tiktelazertoli’s blood and brain fluids.

They screamed and charged at me. I just smirked and sprinted towards them. My tail whipped out and began to rip through their ranks as I contributed my claws and teeth to their suicidal charge. They would all get to meet their queen soon enough.

Goodness gracious it feels good to let loose! No more acting nice! No more hiding! My ascension is nigh! Soon I will rule the world! I paused in the slaughter as the only remaining bruisers tried to crawl away, I had crushed his hind legs.

Am I the comic book villain? Planning world domination? Nah, I’m the main character! “Get over here you coward! I’m gonna shit on you!” After dealing with the last one I sat back and checked my notifications.

You have killed a level 11 Mud Skink Bruiser. x8

You have killed a level 12 Mud Skink Bruiser. x5

You have killed a level 13 Mud Skink Bruiser. x2

You have killed a level 14 Mud Skink Bruiser. x3

You have killed a level 15 Mud Skink Bruiser. x1

You have killed a level 85 Mud Skink Bruiser. x1

You have leveled up. You are now a level 39 Mud Skink War Queen

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Hell yeah! I’m so close to level fifty! I’m pretty sure that's when I’ll evolve. Although that level eighty five bruiser makes me think otherwise. How fucking old is that guy? How has he not evolved? I’ll ask Tetel, for now I’m going back home.

It feels nice to have somewhere to go back to after a long day of murdering stuff. I kicked a corpse as I walked away. I also happened to awkwardly fall right after kicking the corpse as it is quite hard to balance on three legs.

After gracefully face planting into a pile of corpses I started sprinting towards the castle, Tiktelazertoli’s head on my tail. There was still the population issue of not having any more queens in my nation but honestly I can deal with it.

Once the city skinks starve for a few days I’ll open up negotiations. I’m going to kill all of the queens except for the brood mothers. I don’t want to deal with any traitors that can birth an army. If any new females are born from the broodmothers I’ll raise them like they’re my kids. It’ll take a while but I should be able to conquer all of the nearby city states and replace all the queens with my own brain washed loyalists.

Okay I’m definitely more of a cartoon villain that Tiktelazertoli was. But I mean, is it really that bad? My kids will be set for life, treated like nobles until they die of old age. Oh I don’t like that. Maybe I can get them to outlive me? I’m sure they will with the amount of fights I get into.

Should I put some things in place to keep my kids alive? A special division of troops to protect them maybe? Ooh a royal guard! I can hold a competition! That’ll be fun. I’m still angry that I wasn't able to watch that tournament with Hanno.

Hmm, I haven't thought about Hanno in a while. I wonder what he’s up to? Probably just duking it out with the Bear clan. He isn't a bad kid but I never want to see another human. They ruined my life. They enslaved me, left my kids defenseless. Maybe I do wanna see some humans, purely for revenge purposes.

I slap myself and yell. “Focus! Uniting an entire race! That is the current goal.” I focused during the rest of the journey, planning out what I would do next when I arrived at my city. I arrived at around midday.

The city looked pretty similar to before except for the large wall surrounding the second trench. It was easily ten feet tall all around. My troops had been working hard while I was gone. Another thing that had changed was the population. The refugees from Tiat had combined with goblin farmers who had gotten bored. Over six thousand skinks lived around my castle. Burrows and nests dotted the ground.

I even saw a few canals running through. I’d have to ask about that soon. But now was not the time for that. It’s time to hug my kids! I sprinted through the city, waving my tail at the skinks I passed. I leaped over a small horde of hatchlings, a singular goal in mind.

As I approached the castle gates eight skinks who had been standing at the doors stepped aside as I slammed through. The gates had been taken down and were simply left open.

My kids were in the middle of the courtyard. However they weren’t the only ones within the castle walls. Hundreds of hatchlings were locked in combat. There were two clear sides. James’s and Marlow’s. James had less hatchings on his side but seemed to be winning. He was a brilliant tactician.

I gently shoved hatchlings out of my way as I picked each of my own children out and plopped them onto my back. When I reached James and Marlow they were fighting personally. Marlow was a force of nature on the battlefield. He had continued to grow since I had last seen him and was easily three times the size of the next largest hatchlings. James was small and aggressive.

I tossed both of them onto my back and walked over to an empty piece of land. I plopped down and smiled as my kids started hopping around, hugging me and squealing with joy. I love my kids.