When I opened my compound eyes, my nose was pressed against rotten soil, and my six slender legs were sunk in the sticky remains of my companions.
A top human biologist, I had somehow been reborn as the lowest-ranking worker ant in the nest, then branded a “source of contamination” and thrown into the corpse pit.
The moment a soldier ant’s crimson mandibles tore into my abdomen, a cold voice boomed in my mind: [Insect Molting Heavenly Scripture activated. Devouring evolution initiated.]
Pale golden light burst from my palm, blasting the executioner away and shaking the entire nest.
Deep in the corpse pit, I reached my antennae into the poisonous green stream of spiritual energy. “You want to wipe me out? Then let’s see who the real calamity is!”
