While other people who transmigrated into a cyberpunk world became heroes or great villains, I became the Insect Queen.
I thought I’d command an army of tens of millions of insects and conquer the universe, but it turned out my species was on the brink of extinction, and I was the entire race’s sole breeding tool.
To stay alive, I dutifully met my daily reproduction KPI.
Then one day, I unexpectedly gave birth to a little insect that could write code. It secretly hacked into the main control System: “Mom, I just changed our species’ loan interest rate to a negative number.”
Staring at the countless new zeroes in my account, I fell silent.
Am I supposed to give birth to a whole Wall Street?
