The next day was a day off. Mimi rarely stayed home, burrowing under the covers and sleeping soundly.
As for why—
Great Qing was gone. Great Britain was gone. Little Sun was gone. Old Su, Old America, and the Holy Roman Empire were all gone too.
That referred to those ant empires.
Over the course of several months, they had been wiped out one after another.
Great Qing had started off developing quite well, but for some reason, it suddenly went insane. An error in its behavioral algorithm caused the entire colony to begin a death march around the Queen.
Dense swarms of ants packed together, frantically circling until they collapsed from exhaustion and died, as though they would never stop.
Mimi had watched it for an entire day.
For a time, the scene had looked exactly like an Evil God's summoning ritual, filled with terror and ominous dread.
Then Mimi showed up. One basin of boiling water later, Great Qing was gone.
Great Britain, meanwhile, had been far too adventurous. Its curiosity was strong; it was always thinking about leaving the territory Mimi had drawn out and heading for the Grand Line to discover a new world.
It barely developed at all. Before it even had a few fleets, it was already trying to set sail.
Mimi figured that rather than letting it get beaten senseless by nature outside and have its empire destroyed, she might as well help it kick its ocean addiction herself.
And then it was gone.
As for Little Sun, its territory had been too small. Its frenzied, unchecked resource extraction had wiped them all out.
It had been utter madness at the end.
Ants ate ants. The entire Great Sun... uh, everything had descended into chaos.
The plump Queen was torn apart first, followed