Feeling more confident then ever, with a plan in mind, I find myself once again inside the cave.

The usual (Blade ant) blocked the passage to the left and the main tunnel,

leaving not giving me the chance to change anything to the dungeon.

Unlike the last time, as soon as the sneeking white baby ant from the left tunnel is gone,

my plan is put to the test.

The (Blade ant) storms forward, only pauzing to confirm his kills.

Removed from the fighting, I was glad to see the mana near my core did not destabilise.

Far removed from the fighting the mana near my core was calm enough and ready for my next step!

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As the first of my formicary, I was clearly born to be a Major.

My blades most fitting for the job of protecting the nest.

Given the task to clear out a place for my colony I ran towards my smaller brothers.

It only took a single sniff to tell something was 'off' about those foul intruders.

By the time the last of those wrong smelling imposters desposed of, I had reached full maturity.

That became very clear to me as I compared my torn off arm with the new one. Both it's size and color a bit different. I was glad the crystal gave me back my arm, allowing me to continue my work.

As I returned something I could not catch managed to run past me, it smelled like food.

Having brushed my carapace's blades against the side of the escaping food, I knew It would not get far.

I can smell more food, but it is coming from the crystal this time.

This one smells 'right' so I let the food pass.

Behind me I could see the yellow light of dancing fires.

The red robed one with fire took a good look at me, but soon left in the direction if the food.

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The first step of my plan was simple.

But then again, most great plans are quite simple.

Step one : Don't get exterminated

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If I don't get on the bad side of Phinehas Phoenix, that old redhaired cursing machine,

he might take out his anger issues at the goblins and leave me alone.

Not being set on fire seemed like a priority, and not killing his granddaughter seemed like a good way to avoid that.

Step two : I am going to farm.

Alright, I know this choise sounds weird, but hear me out.

If there is anything I learned from being dead, it's that farming was my next destiny.

And I know enough songs about a scorned fate to know that I'm not going to entertain the idea of avoiding destiny.

Step three : Fix the broken system

I have to find out why my system isn't showing me any information, and has ghosts in it.

I'm not sure how a dungeon is supposed to work, but I can clearly see the system's blue boxes.

They are just not readable.

Step Four : Knowledge

There are way to many stange things happening around me.

I will just throw them all together

-I know who Phinehas Phoenix is, but who are the other 4 old timers?

-Why was I seen as a shapeshifter? is there one in town?

-Why are my my parents not back home in time for my class unlock?

-Why was there a goblin at the wall?

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For now I'm still stuck in step one.

Sure Amilia and my classmates were sent on a merry chase after the (Deer).

Not letting anyone destroy the crystal, and not killing her was the plan, but that look she gave my (Blade ant) was telling.

Trouble was coming my way.

The very same day Amilia's grandfather came storming in with the city guard.

I don't know what I did wrong, but as soon as they saw my (Attini) building the fungus they freeked out.

Seems like that was all that was required to start a war.

The smoke from my burning fungi and the endless respawning of my ants is the only thing slowing down their advance to my core. It was obvious that stength could not keep the old man away from me, and causing chaos by attacking from behind had the best success. Every time the old man went forward, I attacked from behind.

If he went to the left, I attacked from the right.

Not able to find any other tricks, I had kept this up for a few days. Every moment I expanded and made it more difficult for him.

At least until my fungi farm's were being converted to palisade's.

Right in front of me, at the end of the main tunnel they are camping out.

Scouts running from every corner of my dungeon to a [scribe], who was listening just like me, but also drawing more and more of my tunnels on a giant map.

With every scout coming in, another guard took a look at the [scribe]'s map and parked himself right on my respawn point.

By the time morning broke, I could see that the map of my dungeon was completed.

I could only silenty watch as the old man woke up. No longer running from left to right he prepared for the final stretch to my core.