Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

Chapter 1765: The Monstrous Mother 1

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Wrath.

Agony.

Despair.

Resentment.

Hatred.

Frustration.

Insanity.

A maelstrom of chaotic emotions defined this entity, born from their essence.

The memories of their past had vanished after the cataclysm, except for one specific fragment that lingered through eons.

Yes, something they despised with absolute fervor, a spark that fueled their hatred toward a singular goal.

A goal woven from these malevolent emotions, unrelenting and ceaseless.

”It’s not enough...”

Her voice reverberated through the searing halls of her colossal nest, crafted from blazing stone, molten lava, volcanic energies, and fire spirit crystals that she and her myriad children had cultivated for eons.

”This power is not enough...”

Her voice surged with fury, resonating like a wrathful mother. Her countless children cowered, paralyzed by the mere sound of her voice.

”I’ve been amassing power, your Faith, for thousands of years...! But it’s still NOT ENOUGH!”

RUMBLE!

Her wrathful roars shook the nest, lava splashing in all directions. To the ants, the world seemed to teeter on the brink of collapse.

Then silence descended, cold and indifferent.

”The expansion...! The other nests...! They destroyed them all?!”

Her voice returned, no longer just consumed by rage but laced with sorrow.

Her tone grew distorted, heavy with grief...

Her children, once trembling in fear, crept closer, moved by pity.

Oh mother!

Why are you so sad?

Please, do not cry, mother!

We will do everything for you!

Anything...!

Anything for our mother!

Please forgive us, we will do better for you!

We will do anything for you, anything for our mother.

Please, don’t cry...

Mother!

Mother!

Why are you so sad? Please do not cry!

We will do anything...

They lacked her ability to speak, but she sensed their intentions through their pheromones, their primal mode of communication.

As her massive antennae twitched, she perceived their voices, or rather, their scents.

Her foolish children, so simple-minded, so archaic in design...

Despite their elevated state, they couldn’t speak as she did!

”You say that, but you’ve disappointed me once more...! My nests...! My daughters...! All slaughtered! Why didn’t you tell me about this before?!”

The ants fell silent, struck by their weeping mother’s words.

We didn’t know!

Oh mother, don’t be sad...!

It is hard to communicate these things when no survivors remain from the other nests!

It took a day or two to learn what happened through flying scouts...

The defenses of the Oasis people are formidable. We cannot provoke their wrath yet...

According to your orders!

Please forgive us!

Please, please forgive us!

As their Supreme Mother ”heard” their pleas, she extended her gigantic claws, radiant with an aura of spiritual power and divinity.

”Ah, so that’s what happened... Oh my... I was wrong then...! You’re all my precious children, you know? There’s nothing I love more than all of you...”

Her claws gently caressed a giant fire ant’s head. The ant rejoiced, its large eyes gleaming with joy.

”BUT.”

”Kieeek!”

Her claws seized the ant’s head, hoisting it aloft as the creature writhed, shrieking in agony.

”Kieek! Krieeek!”

”YOU KNOW THAT I DON’T TOLERATE FAILURES, RIGHT?! MY DAUGHTERS PAID THE PRICE, MY PRECIOUS QUEENS, WHICH I RAISED FROM LARVAE TO BUILD THEIR OWN COLONIES! NOW... ALL DEAD! DO YOU HAVE A WAY TO BRING THEM BACK?!”

”...”

”...”

”...”

The ants stood mute, unable to restore the dead to life.

”I THOUGHT SO!”

”Krieeek!”

CRAAASH!

She crushed the ant in her claws, letting its headless corpse fall to the ground. Her claws tapped the floor with impatient fury.

”YOUR FAILURE CANNOT BE FORGIVEN! AND NOW THEY KNOW WE ARE HERE! AND THEY’RE COMING! BEFORE I COULD COMPLETE MY ASCENSION! I JUST NEEDED MORE TIME! MORE COLONIES, MORE STRENGTH TO OVERTAKE THE OASIS AND DEVOUR THE OASIS SPIRIT! AND YOU FAILED ME! ALL OF YOU! YOU FAILED ME, USELESS! YOU’RE ALL USELESS CHILDREN!”

Her claws lashed out, tearing through dozens of ants in a frenzy!

The others didn’t flee. They couldn’t.

Their instincts, bound to their wicked mother, held them in place.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!

RUMBLE!

”HAAH... HAAHH... HAAAHH...!”

Her monstrous claws and massive form heaved with exertion after slaughtering nearly fifty of her children. The aberrant Supreme Mother surveyed her vast army, hundreds of thousands strong, nearing a million.

She raised her claw to the ceiling. Spiritual and divine energies enveloped her children’s corpses, merging their souls with their burning remains.

In an instant, they transformed into Monstrous Spirits, wreathed in phantasmal flames.

”Worry not, you’ve been chosen by your beloved mother to become greater soldiers, Spirits. You will join the other squads. And I expect better results this time.”

”Yes, mother...”

”We would sacrifice our souls for you...”

”Anything mother asks!”

”Yes, yes... yes!”

Their warped, spectral ”voices” echoed through the vast volcanic nest as their Mother grinned with her massive mandibles. Her piercing crimson eyes shifted to her right.

”Step forward.”

At her command, a group of distinct Giant Fire Ants stepped forward. They were less beastly, more humanoid, and smaller in stature.

They radiated Spiritual Power and fragments of their mother’s divinity, inherited and honed through their own development.

They were her strongest, most brilliant children.

From over a million offspring, these prodigious few had finally emerged.

There were five in total.

The first, the largest, stood fifteen meters tall, his muscular, humanoid frame cloaked in flames, with powerful arms and legs and a small head.

The second, a tall and slender queen, bore a crown of horns and sharp crimson eyes.

The third, human-sized and the smallest, clutched a spectral Grimoire-type Soul Weapon of its own creation.

The fourth ant, of average build, had a muscular, armored insectoid body with six arms, each wielding a unique Spirit Weapon.

The fifth, another queen, sported blazing red and pink butterfly-like wings and a delicate crown of pink flames, only twice the size of the smallest.

”You will protect me and slay anyone who dares approach, yes? Then, once we secure their corpses for my growth, we will strike the Oasis, and that Spirit will be my sustenance.”

”Yes, mother.”

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