Age of the Insectoid Race

Splat—

As water splashed.

A hideous insect with pale, soft skin squeezed out of the hatchery pool.

It fell onto the ground and used its mandibles to bite through the thin membrane covering its body.

After struggling twice on the ground, it stood up, completing its first action upon entering the world.

At the same time.

Its pale, soft carapace came into contact with the air and rapidly hardened into solid protection, while nutrients were supplied by the fungal carpet below.

In just a few seconds.

A healthy insectoid individual grew to full size, walked across the fungal carpet, and headed through the underground tunnels toward its assigned work position.

And with the appearance of this insect.

Linsey, who had been quietly waiting nearby, finally let out a long breath.

"Three thousand—the three-thousandth one!"

"The numbers are finally enough!"

The one that had just emerged from the hatchery pool was the three-thousandth insectoid individual.

Without hesitation, Linsey immediately controlled the Insect Nest and initiated its upgrade.

Whoosh—

A massive amount of resources vanished in an instant.

The Insect Nest hidden beneath the canyon also began its upgrade into a new stage of Civilization.

"This upgrade will take a day as well."

After confirming the upgrade information, Linsey returned to the surface alone.

It was deep into the night.

The Barren Land World's sparsely clouded sky instead revealed a dazzling starry night. He looked up at his surroundings, where the glittering fungal carpet reflected a dreamlike expanse of fluorescent beauty.

"..."

Linsey silently opened the Strategic Map.

Using his skill, he observed the Underground Fortress far away in the north of the world.

Just as he had expected before leaving.

The Mutated Ones had organized several campaigns against the Underground Fortress, but without any absolute figure capable of uniting their forces,