My Bee System

A bee… How could my luck get so bad?

I was the campus beauty before. Talent, looks, anything a high-paying company would look for—I had it. But now? I'm a freaking bee?

I once read a novel where the main character reincarnated as a spider. Oh, how I'd give everything just to be a cool, long-legged spider with flashy skills or something.

As I blabbered about how my life could've been this or that, I realized something odd.

Wait... I'm a larva, right? But how in the world can I see anything if I don't have eyes?

[Answer: The host of the Bee System has been granted the passive skill [Sense]. Although not listed initially due to the host's sudden death, it simulates sight through environmental perception.]

"AHHH! What in the— Who and what in the world are you?!"

[System Calibration: ERROR. User is not yet allowed to access higher-tier system intelligence.]
 [Responses now tailored to beginner level.]


[I am the Bee System. I will serve as your guide throughout your journey.]

"Great. A worthless system that can't even answer basic questions. And I'm a bee…"

Wait. The Bee System feels a little like an RPG. Maybe if I shout something like "Status"—oh right, I can't speak.

[Initiating... Display Interface. Warning: Results may sting your self-esteem.]

[Status]

Past Name: Shizuka Amamiya (can be hidden if host desires)


Current Name: Mitsuki (assigned by the Goddess Melissara)


Race: Larval Bee


Stage: F-Rank Hatchling
 Level: 0

Attributes:


Vitality: 4


Strength: 1


Agility: 2


Endurance: 3


Perception: 1


Mana: 6


Intellect: 5


Luck: 10

Attribute Points: 0

Skills:


[Devour] (Unique) – Consume biomass to absorb traits, abilities, or evolutionary potential. May trigger mutations or unlock hidden evolution paths.


[Heat/Cold Resistance] (Passive) – Temperature extremes are less harmful to your body.


[Anti-Fatigue] (Passive) – Reduces fatigue buildup. Increases mental clarity.


[Pain Resistance] (Passive) – Pain is dulled. Screaming optional.

Hidden Attributes: LOCKED
 Titles: LOCKED

[Status displayed. Crying in public larva clusters is discouraged.]
 — System

The status appeared instantly. Seems like I just need to think about what I want, and the system responds—though the sarcasm is getting on my nerves.

More importantly, Luck: 10? Really? I bet the gods are laughing at me. Highest stat I've got... and I end up as a bug. Talk about cosmic irony.

The unique skill [Devour], huh? I'll test that out later. Somehow. But right now, I'm still a larva. Ugh.

Okay. Think logically. If I remember right, the life cycle of a bee goes like this:

Queen Bee lays egg → Larva → Pupa → Adult Bee

So in about one week, I'll hit the pupa stage and undergo metamorphosis. I just have to survive until then.

Time Skip: Larval Suffering Edition

Over the next several days, I endured the worst torture imaginable—eating bee bread.

That's what the system told me it was: a mix of pollen and honey, the standard food for worker and drone larvae. The taste? Meh. Bland and strangely sour.

And I was being force-fed this stuff constantly in my cell in the brood comb—the nursery area of the hive.

I don't know how many times I prayed to Melissara to just let me die. But no.

Every time I finished one mouthful, another came. I've never longed for a cheeseburger so much in my life.

But then, finally…

The day arrived.

No, not for my funeral. Pupa time!

[Notice: Host will now undergo metamorphosis.]


[During this phase, the host will gain eyes, legs, wings, and other essential traits.]


[Please choose a development path:]

Queen Bee – 7–8 days
 Worker Bee – 12 days
 Drone – 14 days

Wait, I get to choose?

Well… Worker Bee, I guess. Might as well be average in a hive I plan to eventually overthrow.

[Metamorphosis will now commence.]

Suddenly, my body began spinning a cocoon—completely on autopilot. It was a weird feeling. Like my body knew what to do even if I didn't.

Then… the wax seal came. Ugh. Gross. Sticky, claustrophobic, and way too warm. But there was no backing out now.

Time passed. Days, maybe. I couldn't move or speak. But I felt it. My limbs forming. My wings twitching. My eyes adjusting.

[Notice: Host has successfully become an Adult Worker Bee.]

The moment the message appeared, my wax cell opened.

I crawled out, my brand-new legs wobbling like a drunk toddler. My wings flapped by instinct, accidentally launching me into the ceiling of the hive like a ping-pong ball.

I finally landed and caught a glimpse of myself—reflected off the smooth surface of the honeycomb wall.

Yellow and black. Big creepy eyes. Cutesy little wings.

"…Still hate bees."