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.
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.
Aya zigzagged through the grass, dodging arrows, spells, and literal fireballs (seriously, was that necessary?!).
Her legs burned. Her tiny ant lungs screamed for air.
And then—
She ran straight into a wasp nest.
Aya stopped.
The wasps turned.
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Dozens of giant, winged nightmares slowly rotated their beady, soulless eyes toward her.
One of them twitched its wings, and Aya swore she could hear it thinking:
“Oh? A dumb intruder?”
Aya slowly backed away, body trembling.
The wasps lunged.
“OH, COME ON!!”
Aya ran for her life, dodging stingers the size of spears.
One stabbed into the dirt next to her, narrowly missing her head.
Another swooped down, nearly impaling her entire torso.
If she had been a normal ant, she’d already be dead.
She needed an escape plan. Fast.
Then—
BOOM!
A fireball exploded near the nest.
Aya’s antennae perked up.
The adventurers had caught up.
And now, instead of killing her—
The wasps turned on them.
And all hell broke loose.
What happened next was pure chaos.
Adventurer #1: “AAAAHHHHH!” (gets stabbed by the stinger by a giant wasp, flailing helplessly.)
Adventurer #2: “FIREBALL! FIREBALL!” (casts spells wildly, setting the entire area on fire.)
Adventurer #3: “HELP! IT’S IN MY ARMOR! IT’S IN MY ARMOR!!!” (rolling on the ground, screaming in agony.)
Aya watched from the shadows, jaw slightly open.
"…This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen."
The wasps stung, chased, and absolutely demolished the adventurers.
One guy tried to swing his sword, only for a wasp to yoink it out of his hands and stab him with it instead.
Aya had never been so grateful for her pathetic existence.
Using the chaos as cover, she slipped away, running as far as possible.
She didn’t stop until she was deep in the forest, safe from both humans and wasps.
And as she sat there, panting, she made a very important decision.
She couldn’t keep running forever.
She needed a home.
Somewhere safe, hidden, and strong.
And this time, she would build it herself.
Finding the perfect tree wasn’t easy.
Too thin? Would collapse on her.
Too thick? Would take forever to dig into.
Already occupied? Instant eviction by death.
But after hours of searching, she found it.
A massive old tree with a rotting center.
Aya grinned.
"This… is perfect."
With her new soldier ant jaws, she got to work.
? Hour 1: Scratches the wood. Feels proud. Realizes she barely made a dent.
? Hour 3: Jaws are sore. Has an existential crisis.
? Hour 6: Finally breaks through! Cheers! Immediately gets a splinter in her mandibles.
? Hour 8: Passes out from exhaustion. Dreams of being an actual protagonist.
It was painful, but compared to the suffering she had already endured, this was nothing.
She carved out three rooms:
?? Room 1: The Sleeping Chamber – Finally, a place where she could sleep without fear of being squashed like a raisin.
?? Room 2: The Food Storage – She was so sick of starving every other day.
?? Room 3: The “Balcony” – Aka, a small opening at the top of the tree where she could spy on the forest like a paranoid goblin.
And most importantly—
She made an escape tunnel.
Because if she had learned anything in this cursed world—
It was that she always needed a way out.
When she finally finished, she stood back and admired her work.
It wasn’t huge.
It wasn’t fancy.
But it was hers.
For the first time since reincarnating—
Aya actually felt safe.
For now.
?? 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.
? Rule 2: Avoid dangerous places.
- Step 1: Stay in safe areas.
- Step 2: Be careful where you step.
- Outcome: Runs into a wasp nest.
? Rule 3: Don’t be an idiot.
- Step 1: Learn from past mistakes.
- Step 2: Make smart decisions.
- Outcome: Makes dumber mistakes.
Aya: "I am the worst survivor."
Bonus: Aya Tries a “Sneak Attack”
- Aya sees a small bug.
- Aya sneaks up.
- Aya pounces!
- Bug moves.
- Aya slams face-first into a rock.
Aya: "My strategy is flawless. My execution is TRASH."
For now, she had a home.
For now, she was safe.
But knowing her luck?
It wouldn’t last long.