It had only been one day since the [Entity] [Anodita] [Creator] began pulling mana into herself like a historical storm—making the very core of the dimension churn with waves of pure energy, crashing against one another in chaotic, colossal spirals.

  From her small vantage point, [Néctar Solar] watched in awe and fear.

  She was fragile—delicate—like a butterfly, after all.

  So she drifted away from the chaos, letting herself be carried to where the "waters" of the mana flows were calmer, softer, no longer thundering like a tempest.

  But before she could settle completely, she paused—feeling something.

  A pulse of attention.

  The [Entity], her [Creator], had noticed her through the ever-efficient [Administrator].

  And then, with the smooth calm of someone who understood everything, the [Anodita Creator] said:

  — You can go now. Connect to some of the local Lepidoptera species.

  The words filled [Néctar Solar] with an immediate, childlike excitement.

  With her current size—500 meters wide—she could potentially connect to 64 species of hosts at once.

  She immediately submitted a request for energy to [Corona Solar] [King]…

  And she could already feel it—the energy flowing through the network, the warm pulse granting her months of operational time without worrying about recharge…

  Much more than what she absorbed passively from the universal light [Corona Solar] sent everywhere.

  Plus, her [Creator] [Anodita] had already filled her to the brim with magic…

  So…

  — LET'S GO!!!

  She darted through the currents, her essence flaring with joy, immediately beginning her search for species.

  It wasn't difficult—the rules for connection were rather loose:

  They just had to be fauna.

  She quickly connected to seven species of Lepidoptera, all at once.

  One was desperately seeking food.

  Another was frantically searching for a mate.

  And just like that—connection established.

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  She could already feel the [data] flowing into her: biological structures, wing patterns, genetic markers… their commonalities, their differences…

  And then a realization:

  — Most of them barely live two months… some not even a week… what a problem…

  But then—an idea!

  — Of course!!

  As a standard power, she would let their wings extract solar energy, giving them a slight [Regeneration] boost…

  Enough to extend their lifespan from a mere month or two…

  To at least a year!

  And sure, their wings would take on a slightly luminous aspect… but who cared about that detail?

  — Perfect!

  Then… time for random powers:

  ? One species could now become invisible, refracting light perfectly.

  ? Another could create huge wings of light, much bigger than their original ones, allowing them to fly incredibly fast—and, oh, they were so beautiful.

  ? Yet another gained the ability to produce light clones, replicating their wing patterns and colors in shimmering illusions.

  And the minor powers:

  The pollen they left behind as they flew was now slightly magical, capable of nudging plant species to evolve over the course of several generations.

  Of course, she was diligently cataloging all types of [Néctar] and compiling [data] on this.

  After all… it was her name.

  Then, she paused for a moment, curious…

  — Wait… can I take a bit of the solar energy they're gathering… for myself?

  She tried.

  Yes—she could.

  Not much… just a trickle…

  But when she had thousands doing this at once…

  She'd probably be almost self-sufficient!

  — HOW COOL!!!

  And with that, [Néctar Solar] zipped across the calmer edges of the dimension, leaving behind a trail of new, luminous butterflies, their lifespans extended, their wings glowing, their pollen softly enchanting the next cycle of life.

  And she couldn't wait to find more.

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