After receiving that information dump by the goddess I finally have an idea as to why this is happening. So I died, the goddess then grabbed my soul and brought it here then stuck it into this new creature, called an Anar Queen. Anar are a race controlled by their Queen aka me. While the thought of layings eggs is ….. not pleasant. However, being able to create minions that obey my every whim... The days of annoying and incompetent coworkers are over! Hmm, according to “my" knowledge I can make … minions by consuming biomass? What the hell is biomass! Is it just organic matter or is it some special food? Gahh stupid goddess! Ok, calm down Anastasia. Let's assume it’s just edible food, and if not, well then I’m fucked. I then need to create a “template” of the creature by using the traits of the Anar and the creatures I consume. Depending on the size, how many, and what traits I use; it will use more or less biomass. One problem, I’ve never hunted anything in my life. Sure, I’ve accidentally killed some animals while experimenting, but this; this is an entirely different can of worms. Worms, that’s it, I can eat small invertebrates such as insects, spiders, and worms… why am I not disgusted by this. They even seem appetizing. The goddess either fucked with my mind, or it’s part of being the Anar. Which also means the goddess is fucking with my mind. I wonder what else she did to me... apart from turning me into an alien. Well, I doubt the goddess would tell me, and thinking about it isn’t gonna solve this either. Focus on the important things, Anastasia. Ok, back to the knowledge I’ve been granted, lots of it seems to be “greyed out” it’s there but inaccessible. Apparently, my minions can construct buildings, but those are all greyed out. Alright, let's find food, water, and shelter… How the fuck do I do that?! On an alien fucking planet of all places! Screw it, I’m picking a direction and going.

One bad idea later.

Well, I’m lost… not that I knew where I was in the first place. Why does my visibility go down as the day progresses? All I can see are hazy shades of pink and purple. I’ve just been walking where there's less foliage and scary, alien, monster noises. I did find a trusty walking stick though.

I continue walking through the foliage to find not one, but two, giant fucking ants! They're about a foot long with 6 legs and mandibles and are a very dark purple. Seeing me they both turn and start clacking their mandibles at me. Holding my trusty walking stick like a sword I take a wild swing at them. I most certainly rolled a nat one as I managed to miss both, trip over my own feet, and fall backward onto my ass. How this is even possible, I don’t know. The ants see my dumbass fall over my own feet and quickly advance. Sitting up, the first ant lunges at me. I stab at the ant with my stick which I somehow manage to shove down its throat. Good news is the ant I stabbed is either dead or dying. Bad news: the ant crushed the exposed part of my walking stick. Meaning I am now weaponless, and there is still a murderous ant trying to kill me. Seeing the second hazy purple ant dart out behind the first ant. I start shuffling backward trying to find anything that I can use as a weapon against the quickly approaching ant. Hitting my extended butt against a tree. The ant lunges for my face. My instincts save me as my leg moves and I kick it in the thorax and send it rolling to the side. I stand and start climbing the tree with my claws? Don’t know when I got those but I made it up the tree and onto the first branch. Looking down the ant is also making its way up the tree. Reaching the branch the ant turns to me. I was very surprised to find myself jumping at it with my claws outstretched. We collide as my claws dig into its thorax while I desperately try to avoid its mandibles aiming for my face. The ant hits the ground first and I quickly follow suit. The impact causes my clawed hands to enter its thorax which I then frantically claw away at its insides. Having its insides thoroughly clawed out the ant dies. Removing my hands from the ant’s insides I look down at my hands and inspect my new claws. Retracting and extending them they honestly just seem to be sharp long nails. Which is nice, but I definitely couldn’t fight someone head-on with them. Looking around the “battlefield” I suddenly feel extremely hungry as if I had been starved for days. I descend like a hyena on the carcasses. Everything is eaten. Literally everything, even the ant’s digestive system. I could feel my stomach bloat as I finished eating the first ant. Information about the creature floods my mind. Avrets, huh, not the worst name. It seems like a normal Argentine Ant to me, apart from the size difference. I should probably leave before more show up... Getting up with a bloated stomach. My gaze rests on the first ant I killed… I can feel drool dripping down my face. I guess I’m eating both but I should probably remove the stick first. Walking up to it I kick it to make sure it’s dead. Seeing no reaction, I reach down its throat and yank what’s left of my walking stick out of the ant. Throwing the stick to the side I start eating the ant. I quickly consume the ant though not quite as ravenously as before.

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Standing up proves to be difficult as my body weight has doubled. After taking a few steps I realize that walking while looking like a pregnant woman in a child’s body is not a good idea. Climbing the tree with much difficulty I reach about halfway up the tree, around 15 meters I’d say. I sit on a branch and think back on my previous battle. Fighting while your vision is hazy and only being able to see general shapes is a horrible idea. Taking a wild swing at the start was also a horrible decision. I got really lucky with that first ant. If I didn’t get that lucky blow then I most certainly would have died. Climbing the tree did help me but it probably wasn’t the best idea cause ants are much better climbers than me. If we had engaged in combat I probably would have lost my balance and fallen. So don’t engage in combat. I am clearly not suited for it. Which means I should make soldiers so they can fight for me. Now I guess I need to figure out how to make a template.