Another Day, Another Near-Death Experience
Aya had come to a very simple conclusion:
Humans are the worst.
At first, she had high hopes—maybe, just maybe, she could coexist with them. But no. Every time she so much as breathed, some human adventurer would show up swinging swords and throwing fireballs at her.
She hadn't done anything to deserve this!
She was just a tiny ant trying to survive in this insane world!
And yet, every time a human saw her, their immediate reaction was violence.
And this time?
She almost didn't make it out alive.
The Chase Begins
Aya had officially stopped trying to be sneaky.
Why?
Because it never worked.
She had been crawling through the grass, searching for food—nothing crazy, nothing dangerous—when suddenly…
"There it is! The mutant ant!"
Aya froze mid-step.
"…Excuse me?"
An arrow whizzed past her head.
"WHY?!"
She bolted.
Behind her, a squad of three human adventurers chased after her, fully armed and way too excited about her potential murder.
Hunter #1: "Monsters shouldn't be allowed to roam free!"
Hunter #2: "If we kill it, we might get a rare drop!"
Hunter #3: "I call dibs on the loot!"
Aya wanted to scream, but she was too busy running for her tiny, pathetic life.
She wasn't a monster!
She wasn't dropping loot for them!
She didn't even have a freaking system!
But logic didn't matter to them.
All that mattered was that she was in their way.
And that meant they were going to kill her.
Desperate Measures
Aya's tiny legs burned as she zigzagged through the underbrush, dodging arrows and spells that exploded around her like miniature fireworks.
Aya: "This is ridiculous! I'm not even worth the effort!"
She dove under a fallen leaf, hoping to lose them in the foliage.
But humans were persistent.
Too persistent.
She needed a distraction.
Something big.
Something dangerous.
Something that would make even these lunatics think twice.
Enter the Wasp
As if on cue, a low, menacing buzz filled the air.
Aya's antennae perked up.
She knew that sound.
And it was both a blessing and a curse.
A massive wasp, its body gleaming ominously, descended from the sky, drawn by the commotion.
The adventurers skidded to a halt.
Hunter #1: "Is that…"
Hunter #2: "A Giant Wasp! Watch out!"
The wasp didn't discriminate.
It saw movement.
It saw threats.
And it attacked.
Chaos Unleashed
The clearing erupted into chaos.
The wasp lunged at the adventurers, its stinger glinting dangerously.
The humans scrambled, their attention now fully diverted from Aya.
She didn't wait around to see the outcome.
Aya: "Good luck with that! I'm out!"
She sprinted away, heart pounding, leaving the battle behind.
A Moment of Respite
After what felt like an eternity, Aya finally slowed down, her legs trembling with exhaustion.
She found shelter beneath a large rock, panting heavily.
Aya: "Note to self: Humans are insane. Avoid at all costs."
She took a moment to collect herself, reflecting on her narrow escape.
Aya: "I need a home. A safe place where I can rest without constantly being hunted."
Determined, she set off to find a sanctuary, away from humans, wasps, and all the other horrors this world seemed intent on throwing at her.
Little did she know, her quest for a home would lead her into even greater challenges.
But that was a problem for future Aya.
For now, she just needed to keep moving.
End of Part 1.
📖 Aya's Survival Guide Update:
Rule #45: Humans are more trouble than they're worth. Avoid at all costs.
Rule #46: When in danger, lead threats to each other. Then run.
Rule #47: Always have an escape plan. Preferably one that doesn't involve giant wasps.
The Wasp Nest From Hell (A.K.A. I Caused an Insect Apocalypse)
Aya zigzagged through the jungle of grass blades, leaping over pebbles and roots, narrowly avoiding death in seven different forms—all of them fired directly at her by overly enthusiastic human murderers with magic and pointy things.
Behind her:
Arrows whistled past.
Fireballs exploded in showers of flame.
A freaking ice spear turned the dirt beside her into a frosty crater.
Aya: "THIS IS EXCESSIVE!!"
Her legs were burning. Her exoskeleton was singed. Her entire being screamed one singular emotion: PANIC.
And that's when she made her biggest mistake yet—
She burst through a thicket of moss and ran face-first into a massive wall of papery brown.
She froze.
A sound like rustling paper trembled through the air.
Slowly… so slowly… Aya looked up.
A giant, buzzing hive loomed above her like a fortress of doom, vibrating with the wrath of dozens of wasps. Each one the size of a small cat. Each one twitching with bloodlust. Each one now turning toward her.
Their eyes glowed with hatred. Their wings clicked. Their stingers, as long as her body, rose into attack position.
Aya: "I have made a horrible mistake."
She took one tiny, trembling step back—
BWAAAAZZZZZ!!!
The wasps lunged as one.
Aya: "OH, COME ON!!"
She turned and ran faster than she ever had in her life, legs pumping, antennae flailing, heart about to explode.
A stinger embedded in the dirt behind her, missing her by centimeters.
Another nearly took off her back leg.
One swooped so close she felt the wind from its wings rattle her shell.
Aya: "WHY ARE THEY SO FAST?!"
She twisted between rocks and leaves, trying not to hyperventilate. Her only goal: survive the next five seconds.
But then—
BOOOOOOM!!!
A fireball exploded at the base of the hive, shaking the ground and sending flaming debris into the air.
Aya skidded to a stop and looked back in terror.
The adventurers had caught up.
One of them—why did it have to be the mage?!—stood confidently in the clearing, staff raised, grinning.
Mage: "There it is! Just flush it out!"
The other two flanked her, weapons at the ready.
And then… silence.
The wasps, mid-flight, stopped chasing Aya.
Dozens of soulless insect eyes turned toward the new source of fire, smoke, and death.
The hunters.
Aya: "Wait. No. Oh no no no—"
BWAAAAAAAAZZZZZZ!!!!
Hell descended.
Like a biblical plague of angry bees, the wasps swarmed.
One crashed into the swordsman, sending him flying through a bush.
Another tackled the archer, stinger piercing his shoulder like a spear.
The mage barely managed to throw up a shield spell before three wasps piled on top of her, vibrating with pure murder.
Aya hid behind a rock, panting and shaking as pure chaos exploded in front of her.
Screams.Buzzing.Explosions.Webs of smoke and fire.
It was glorious.
Aya: "I can't believe I'm saying this… but THANK YOU, wasps."
She slowly backed away as the war raged on, stepping over twitching leaves, ducking under flying weapons, and doing her best not to get crushed in the crossfire.
One human tried to crawl away, eyes wide with terror.
Aya waved.
Aya: "Hi. Bye."
She scampered off into the underbrush.
And didn't stop running until the screaming faded into the distance.
Ten Minutes Later
Aya collapsed under a cluster of mushroom caps, gasping for breath.
Her entire body shook.
But… she was alive.
Somehow.
Aya: "I just caused a full-scale war… and survived it."
She looked around her little hidey-hole under the mushrooms. It was cool, quiet, shielded from the wind and predators.
For the first time in forever… it felt safe.
Aya: "Huh. Is this… home?"
She blinked.
Looked around.
Dug a little.
Soft dirt. Plenty of cover. No murderous wasps. Zero adventurers.
She curled up under a leaf.
Aya: "Yeah… this'll do."
And with that, the most chaotic day of her ant-life came to an end.
Wasp vs. Human Battle Royale (A.K.A. The Best Show Aya Never Paid For)
What happened next could only be described as… glorious, beautiful, unfiltered mayhem.
The moment the wasps descended, the humans regretted every single decision that led to this exact moment in their lives.
Adventurer #1:"AAAAHHHHH!"(Flailing helplessly as a giant wasp stabbed him repeatedly with a stinger longer than his arm.)
Adventurer #2:"FIREBALL! FIREBALL! FIREBALL!"(Casting spells in a blind panic, setting the bushes, grass, his own cloak, and eventually the entire area on fire.)
Adventurer #3:"HELP! IT'S IN MY ARMOR! IT'S IN MY ARMOR!!!"(Rolling on the ground, screaming, as one very angry wasp somehow managed to crawl under his breastplate like a demon from hell.)
Aya sat safely behind a rock, peeking through a crack in the moss, her antennae twitching with uncontainable glee.
Aya:"...This is the greatest thing I've ever seen."
She was mesmerized.
One adventurer tried to cast a shield spell—only to get headbutted by a wasp mid-incantation and launched ten feet into the air.
Another pulled a dagger, ready to fight back, only for a wasp to literally yoink it out of his hands mid-swing and stab him with his own weapon like some kind of bug gladiator.
Aya:"That's it. Wasps are terrifying, but also… kind of amazing."
She didn't know who to root for.
On one hand: The wasps had tried to impale her ten minutes ago.On the other hand: Watching them body slam humans like flying tanks was... deeply satisfying.
Especially that one wasp who dropkicked the mage into a bush.
Aya:"Chef's kiss. That one's my hero."
Meanwhile, in the battlefield of doom:
A fireball misfired, engulfing a tree.
A wasp flew through the flames like an avenging demon.
A sword clanged uselessly against an exoskeleton thicker than most helmets.
Screams echoed in every direction.
Aya used the chaos like a smoke bomb from a ninja movie. While everyone was either burning, screaming, or being dragged into the air by angry insects, she bolted.
Her little ant legs moved faster than they ever had. Adrenaline powered every step. She weaved through the tall grass like a legend, dodged falling weapons, and narrowly avoided getting squashed by a collapsing adventurer.
Aya:"Time to GTFO before someone sets the sky on fire!"
She didn't stop running until the smoke was far behind her and the sounds of battle became faint echoes on the wind.
She finally collapsed in a clearing—a quiet spot beneath some towering mushrooms, shielded by tall grass and a few broken rocks. Safe. Silent. Smelled like moss instead of burning humans.
Aya:"Pant pant … Okay. That was... intense."
She lay there, breathing hard, her body sore but miraculously intact.
And as the fear faded, something unexpected bubbled up inside her.
Pride.
She had survived again. Not by brute force. Not by fancy skills. Not even by luck this time (okay, maybe like... 80% luck).But by not dying.
And that, in her opinion, was the greatest skill of all.
She stood slowly, her legs shaking but firm.
Aya:"I can't keep running forever."
Her antennae twitched, eyes scanning the clearing.
There were rocks she could use for cover.Mushrooms that provided shade.Soft soil beneath her feet that she could dig into.
It was… peaceful. Untouched.
Perfect.
Aya:"This is it. No more hiding in leaf piles. No more getting chased out by spiders or birds or wasps or insane humans."
She puffed up her chest (which was still tiny and unimpressive but it's the thought that counts).
Aya:"This is going to be my home. I'm going to build it. Defend it. And maybe—just maybe—not die in it."
Aya's Home Goals:
✔ Step 1: Find a solid shelter location (check)✔ Step 2: Dig a basic tunnel for sleeping and hoarding snacks✔ Step 3: Fortify the entrance with rocks, leaves, and whatever looks scary✔ Step 4: Do NOT put the entrance near snail trails again✔ Step 5: Rule over it like the tiny queen of chaos she is
As she began digging into the dirt, claws working faster with each scoop, Aya couldn't help but smile—genuinely this time.
She wasn't strong.
She wasn't fast.
But she was still here.
Aya:"And if anyone comes for me again… they'll have to go through the entire freaking forest, a death maze of traps, and maybe a wasp or two."
She grinned.
For the first time since waking up in this world as a bug…
She felt powerful.
Home Sweet Home (Made of Wood and Suffering)
Finding the perfect tree was like trying to find a decent plot twist in a B-grade isekai manga: annoyingly rare and full of red flags.
Aya had checked over twenty trees by now.
Too thin? Might collapse on her like a bad plot twist.
Too thick? She'd die of old age before hollowing it out.
Occupied? Oh, especially the occupied ones. A polite knock had once earned her a hiss and nearly a venom bite from some angry tree-dwelling centipede named, apparently, "THE SCOURGE."
Aya (backing away, trembling):"Sorry! I didn't realize you had a name! My bad!"
But finally—FINALLY—she found it.
A towering, ancient tree with soft, rotting wood, a half-hollow trunk, and not a single cursed insect in sight. The bark was flaking off like bad skin, the smell was exactly the kind of foul that predators avoided, and best of all—there was a shady mushroom beside it for aesthetic value.
Aya:"This... is perfect. Ugly. Old. Full of termites. Just like me."
Her eyes sparkled. Her little ant heart thumped with hope.
With a dramatic sigh, she flexed her new soldier ant mandibles—they gleamed slightly in the light—and got to work.
Aya's "Construction" Timeline:
✔ Hour 1:She scratches the bark, feels the dust crumble under her bite.Aya:"Yes. I am nature's bulldozer."Ten minutes later — she looks back at the tiny scratch.Aya:"...Okay, maybe a dull spoon. A tiny, sad spoon."
✔ Hour 3:Her jaws ache. Her legs wobble. She's sweating from places she didn't know ants could sweat.Existential crisis ensues.Aya:"I could've been reborn as a dragon. A necromancer. A magical toaster. But noooooo, the universe gave me ant simulator on hardcore mode."
✔ Hour 6:CRACK!She breaks through the outer wall and hollows a small space! She lets out a triumphant screech—then immediately gets a splinter in her mandibles.Aya:"YYYYEEOOOOWCH—! … I hate nature."
✔ Hour 8:Passes out inside a shallow tunnel. Dreams of being the main character in a peaceful farming sim instead.
When she finally wakes up, half-buried in wood shavings and regret, she blinks at the progress she's made.
It's not much. But it's enough to keep going.
So she digs. She bites. She gnaws like her life depends on it.
Because honestly? It does.
Aya's Finished Floor Plan:
🔹 Room 1: The Sleeping ChamberA small, cozy hole barely large enough for her to curl up in. Smells like wet bark and freedom. She lines it with dry moss and her tears of exhaustion.Aya:"If something tries to kill me while I sleep, at least I'll die on a bed."
🔹 Room 2: The Food StorageA crevice she digs specifically for hoarding crumbs, seeds, maybe even a dead bug or two. (She'll try not to poison herself this time.)Aya:"This is either a pantry or a graveyard. I'll let time decide."
🔹 Room 3: The BalconyOkay, "balcony" is generous. It's a jagged opening near the top of the tree she widened just enough to peek out of dramatically.She can watch the forest, sniff the wind, and feel just paranoid enough to pretend she's queen of the world.
And best of all—
🔻 The Escape TunnelA narrow slanted passage that leads out the back of the tree. Only Aya can fit through it. She tested it by panicking halfway and nearly getting stuck, of course.
Aya:"If evolution has taught me anything, it's always leave a backdoor. And also never eat glowing beetles."
Final Touches:
She decorates with a shiny beetle shell she found.
She rolls in soft moss like a happy bug burrito.
She even sculpts a tiny ant-sized "doormat" out of leaves.
Aya:"Home sweet hellhole."
She stands at the entrance, triumphant. She's covered in bark dust, mandibles bruised, legs aching, stomach growling.
But still—
For the first time since being reborn in this disaster of a world—
She feels safe.
Safe-ish.
Probably.
Okay, temporarily less doomed, but still! It counts!
📖 Aya's Bug Survival Guide, Entry #3
✔ Rule 1: Hide from predators.
Step 1: Stay still.
Step 2: Blend in.
Step 3: Don't move.
Outcome: Still gets hunted. Somehow louder while hiding.
✔ Rule 2: Avoid dangerous places.
Step 1: Stay in safe areas.
Step 2: Be careful where you step.
Outcome: Runs into wasp nest, barely escapes with antennae intact.
✔ Rule 3: Don't be an idiot.
Step 1: Learn from past mistakes.
Step 2: Make smart decisions.
Outcome: Immediately makes dumber mistakes. Somehow steps in her own trap.
Aya (scribbling into her mental notebook):"I am the worst survivor… but also the luckiest idiot alive."
Bonus: Aya Tries a "Sneak Attack"
She sees a bug. Small. Harmless. Definitely food.
Aya lowers her body. Creeps forward like a jungle assassin.
Pounces like a feral beast—
Bug moves.
Aya slams face-first into a rock.
Aya:"My strategy is flawless. My execution is TRASH."
As the sun sets and golden light filters through her "balcony," Aya curls up in her sleeping chamber.
She closes her eyes, tail twitching softly.
For the first time, she has no immediate threats. No humans chasing her. No wasps trying to stab her. No snails gluing her to death.
Just silence.
Just… peace.
Aya (whispering):"Home."