My Bee System

So apparently, I've been summoned.

By Her Buzzing Majesty.

And no, I don't know what I did to deserve this. Well—maybe except for devouring a half-rotten larva, developing weird stats, and having a sarcastic System that talks back. Minor things. You know, just larval stuff.

The elite drone assigned to escort me didn't say a single word. No small talk, no "how's the mandibles"—just stern buzzing, silent authority, and those golden glowing eyes that made my tiny bee guts do flips. He dragged me through hive corridors I'd never seen before—past towering hexagonal chambers, wax walls that shimmered like glass, and jelly stored in crystal-like pods.

And murals. Literal carvings on the walls. Murals.

Are bees supposed to be artistic now? Did I stumble into a hive art gallery or some kind of cult?

The air grew heavier as we moved deeper. Sweet, yes—but cloying. It clung to my antennae like perfume soaked in command. Every step made my legs jitter. My wings twitched involuntarily. This was no ordinary chamber.

And then we arrived.

She was... enormous.

A towering vision of gold and shadow, her thorax glistening like polished obsidian with threads of sunlight trapped inside. Her wings stretched wide—long, delicate, and shimmering like glass—each flap a whisper of thunder. Her multifaceted eyes didn't blink… they glowed.

She didn't sit. She loomed.

Atop a sprawling, throne-like nest of wax, silk, and something that looked suspiciously like fossilized honeycomb. Gothic, regal, terrifying.

And then I heard her.

Not with ears. Straight into my brain.

"So… this is the one."

I would've flinched—if bees could flinch.

Instead, I just stood there. Like a stunned, speechless roach.

"You've… summoned me," I thought nervously. I wasn't sure she could hear me—but if she could, oof. I hoped she didn't catch the internal cursing about her being the Royal Queen of Passive Aggression.

"You are not like the others."

Well… duh?

"Your aura is unrefined. Mutating. Curious."

Great. I'm an insect-shaped science experiment.

Before I could whip up a snarky retort (and instantly regret it), she flicked a wing. A low pulse of energy hit me like a tidal wave.

[Pheromone Pressure Detected. Resist Check… Partial Success.]

"You're resisting. How quaint."

I would've been proud—if I wasn't busy clenching every organ I had.

"Mitsuki. That is the name the System assigned you, yes?"

Okay. Whoa.

How the honeycomb does she know that? I didn't even know my own name when I first woke up in larva-goo.

"You have potential. Unlike your siblings. Your instincts are volatile. Ambitious."

Gee, thanks. Your Buzziness.

Then came the sting in the sugar water:

"I am offering you advancement. You will leave your Omega caste. From now on, you serve as a Brood Watcher. Closer to the young. Closer… to evolution."

Brood Watcher? That sounded like Nurse Bee Plus… with extra anxiety.

She leaned in—or the throne pulsed forward—and I felt her presence fill the room like smoke made of silk.

"Prove yourself. Do not disappoint me."

That voice wasn't just royal—it was predatory.

Not a queen. A queen-shaped storm.

And then the kicker:

"Break… and you will be replaced. Bloom… and you may be chosen."

Chosen for what? A reward? A transformation? A ceremonial sacrifice?

I wasn't relieved when she dismissed me.

I felt like I'd just been drafted into some weird, existential bee-thriller.

The moment I left her chamber, something buzzed through me. Not just nerves.

Something deeper. Like the system itself shifted.

[System Update Detected.]

[Role Assigned: Brood Watcher – Mu Caste]

[System Status Interface Updated.]

Oh boy. I focused, and the interface popped up like a mental spreadsheet with passive-aggressive judgment:

[Status]

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

Current Name: Mitsuki (assigned by the Goddess Melissara)

Race: Worker Bee

Stage: F+ (Brood Watcher – Mu Caste)

Level: 0

Attributes:

Vitality: 5

Strength: 2

Agility: 3

Endurance: 4

Perception: 3

Mana: 6

Intellect: 7

Luck: 15

Attribute Points: 0

Role: Brood Watcher (Mu Caste)

– Grants access to Brood Chamber

– Enables [Hive Sense I] activation

– Monitors larval anomalies

– Immune to most larval pheromonal interference

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

I blinked at it. Twice. Maybe three times.

"Mu Caste? What is that? Fancy Greek for babysitter?"

The System—ever ready with its dry wit—responded:

[Mu Caste – Explanation: Initiating.]

"Mu Caste refers to a mid-tier hive caste responsible for the observation, classification, and, when necessary, elimination of brood anomalies."

"Designated as Brood Watchers, Mu Caste bees operate in the brood comb and report directly to higher caste members."

"Trait Profile: Pheromone-Resistant, Emotionally Stable, High Anomaly Detection Potential."

"Survival Rate: 35%. Promotions rare. Psychological degradation: common."

"…So I'm a babysitter-slash-hall monitor-slash-cleaner with PTSD potential?"

[Clarification: Accurate.]

Of course it is.

I didn't know whether to cry, laugh, or high-five myself with my antennae.

Still, the Queen hadn't just dismissed me. She saw something. Even if it was just weird stats and the ability to resist her pheromones.

But… I couldn't shake the feeling something had shifted. Not just in the System.

In me.

By the time I was dumped back in Brood Block C, the familiar sound of buzzing, flapping, and sugar-snot complaints almost felt comforting.

"Holy stinger, you're alive?"

Noba flitted toward me like a caffeinated hovercraft.

"Did she melt you? Mind-control you? Dip you in jelly and make you her royal snack?"

"…She promoted me."

Even I didn't believe my own words.

Noba blinked. "She what? Who are you, larva Jesus?"

I didn't answer. Because I wasn't sure if I'd been promoted… or marked.

The days passed strangely.

I now worked in the brood chamber, monitoring hatchlings. Feed. Clean. Observe. It should've been routine. But the silence? Gave me too much time to think.

About the Queen.

About that whisper of hunger.

About why a literal goddess disguised as a bug would notice someone like me.

Then… it happened.

While tending to a batch of newly hatched larva, something pinged inside my head. Sharp. Directional. Not pain. Just instinct.

My antennae twitched.

One of the workers nearby was acting strange.

Twitchy. Erratic. Clicking its mandibles to itself. Humming… the wrong rhythm.

Wrong.

[Hive Sense I Activated.]

[Mutation Detected: Worker C-190 exhibiting unstable pheromone signature.]

[New Skill Gained: Hive Sense I – Detect anomalies within the shared hive-mind. Range: Short.]

I froze.

A chill trickled through my thorax.

There was something wrong with that bee.

And worse?

The Queen either knew…

…or caused it.