Mikhailis couldn't help but feel his heart pound with excitent. He watched the chira ants regroup after their victory over the Burrow Grub, the queen remaining safe at the back while the soldiers assud defensive positions. He turned his attention to the computer screen and saw how the digital projection of the tunnels was growing wider and more detailed, as if he was building an ant colony in so kind of fantasy strategy ga.
"Alright, Rodion, let's get back to work," Mikhailis said, his gaze flicking from the screen to the busy ants, then down to the bond tattoo on his palm. The pulse of magic through the connection was steady, almost like a heartbeat, reminding him that these creatures weren't just so pets—they were living beings responding to his commands.
Rodion comnted, his voice laced with a hint of sarcastic amusent.
Mikhailis chuckled, raising an eyebrow as he gave the computer screen a sidelong glance.
"Maybe it's because I've always been a bug enthusiast. Bugs and I, we just click. I an, they don't judge , don't care about politics, and they get the job done. What's not to like?"
Rodion added, the sarcasm evident even without tone inflection.
"Hey, I take offense to that!" Mikhailis said with a playful pout, though he quickly broke into a grin again.
"But you're right. Now, let's see how far we can take this. Are the systems fully synced?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the drill." Mikhailis nodded, his eyes focused on the virtual map of the expanding tunnels that was being updated in real ti. He watched as the workers kept digging, their paths intertwining like an intricate web, with the queen resting in a central chamber.
The ants were impressive—they showed no hesitation, no fear, even in this new environnt. Their entire purpose seed to revolve around the queen, ensuring her safety, expanding the colony, and forging ahead. Mikhailis gave a ntal command to the workers, directing them to expand another chamber beneath the garden where they could set up a dedicated space for food storage.
He watched the ants get to work without question, digging with a dedication that fascinated him.
"Rodion, think we could direct them to create chambers for specific tasks? You know, like a proper underground base? One for food, one for hatchlings, maybe even a defense chamber or sothing?"
"Nice," Mikhailis said with an excited grin.
"Alright, let's go ahead and give it a shot. Assign the chamber closest to the garden entrance as the storage area. The deeper one should be for new hatchlings, and the other two we'll reserve for defense. I want our queen to be surrounded by the best protection."
"Empire, huh?" Mikhailis couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought. His imagination ran wild—visions of a vast, sprawling underground network, filled with loyal magical ants ready to do his bidding. He imagined them patrolling the tunnels beneath Silvarion Thalor, acting as an unseen line of defense, or even gathering information from places no human could easily reach.
He shook his head, smiling to himself. It was ambitious—perhaps too ambitious—but that was precisely why he was here. This world offered him the freedom to dream without limits, and he was determined to make the most of it.
Rodion's voice interrupted his thoughts.
Mikhailis glanced back at the queen, her body shimring faintly under the dim light. She was surrounded by her soldiers, and her wings fluttered now and then as if she were restless, aware of the growing colony beneath her.
"Yeah, let's do it. Ti for her to see her new ho."
Mikhailis watched as Rodion's robotic limbs extended towards the queen, gently picking her up and lifting her out of the aquarium. The queen didn't resist; instead, her antennae twitched, and her eyes seed to fix on Mikhailis, as if she knew this was sothing he wanted.
With careful precision, the chanical arm placed her near the entrance to the garden tunnel. The soldiers imdiately surrounded her, forming a protective barrier, while the workers began guiding her towards the newly ford underground nest.
As they disappeared into the hole, Mikhailis turned to his computer screen. The display showed the ants moving in real ti, the third-person projection giving a clear image of the tunnels, the chambers, and the paths they were carving.
"Wow, this is incredible," Mikhailis whispered. He watched as the queen made her way to the deepest chamber, her soldiers standing vigilant while the workers began to bring in leaves, twigs, and other materials. The projection showed the queen settling in the center of the chamber, her antennae waving as if testing her new surroundings.
"Perfect. Now let's monitor how they expand. I want every movent logged—the workers, the soldiers, even the eggs when they hatch."
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