Epic of Bee

Beezli and I walked down the mountainside towards my subjects. I could see them all starting to gather, but most were standing over the bodies.

I spotted the group that I was looking for, and we made our way over to my four wives, Drones. They were in a lot better shape than I was, but they had still taken some damage, and their Drones didn't have the rebuild function.

"I am going to have to get a hangar for these drones, and we are going to need people to fix them," I said in my droning voice.

I could have come down from the ship and let the QBee Drone auto-pilot itself back, but this day had enough trouble. There was no point in putting myself in needless danger, but I was going to have to start evolving people immediately.

"Once I place the HexScape, you will be able to build Hex-Combs while moving. After that, you will be almost completely self-sufficient, and we will be able to stay mobile," Beezli said, but then she grabbed my QBee Drone and leapt down to the plateau.

"What do you mean, we?" I asked after we landed amongst the glimmering bodies of naked women of different races, most I had never seen before.

"After you finish the last Hive Task, Pelleta and I will be joining you on the Mortal Plane. We will only be here in spirit until we can collect the now twelve Sage Token we will need to bring us fully into the world to help you. For now, I am connected to you and Pelleta to Serria; once you discover the other six Kawaii Holy Maiden Genes, then you will be able to summon the other Risen," Beezli explained, but I stopped her.

"Wait, why do I need all the Risen? I thought that the world had no evils? I mean, Gargus is a bit of a country bumpkin, so he might not know of all things in this world," I pondered while staring at Beezli.

"The Forest Path Sage was not wrong; you and I are the problems of this world, but we will also have to be its savior or die trying. There must be balance, and the Fallen are already on the Mortal Plane; That means you were summoned to be the balance, or you would have been sent to a different Mortal Plane," Beezli told me, and I droned out a sigh.

"I knew something like this would happen; this all seemed too much like it was based on a game. Maybe this is all just a game I'm stuck inside, and this is just some fancy new VR thing," I said, putting one of my right hands to my head in frustration.

"Hardly, if this reminds you of a game, know this. Life is a game, no matter what anyone tells you. There are gods on the Mortal Planes you come from, and the Timeduss were the original creators of the fanciful all your games. They are the ones that play them with us, and we teach them to the mortals with the games that we play with their lives," Beezli said, and I found that hard to disagree with, but I wasn't in the mood to debate.

"Fine, so what, now I have to chase this Predator Leader down? I was going to do that anyway, but if I kill him, will another just pop-up?" I asked as we started walking again.

Everyone was waiting for us, but they stayed waiting. Pelleta must have told them that they needed to wait for us to finish talking.

"No, that isn't how it works. The Timeduss do not like for their Realities to be destroyed. The Fallen will be erased after this revolution and replaced for resurrecting a Failed Hero. They are perversions of the system that the Timeduss placed, and they have only been allowed to exist because the Fallen have played by the rules," Beezli snarled.

"Then you know who it is? The Failed hero?" I asked curiously.

"Now I do since we know that this was the work of a Fallen; there is only one person in the last four hundred years that has arrived for the fallen. Trent, a lazy comic book salesman, was killed when a university tested a catapult they had built. The thing fired backward; quite impressively and smashed a basketball-size rock into the comic shop, killing Trent instantly," Beezli explained.

"Holy shit, that's quite the way to go!" I said in shock; my Truck-Kun incident was pretty bland to some of these stories, but then it made me think of a question. "How did you die?"

"We can talk about that another time, but as I was saying. Trent was Killed after killing the Dragon Lord to assume his place and then refusing to Join in the Swarm War," Beezli explained, but we were with everyone now.

"This is Trent for sure, then?" Pelleta asked as the group pulled apart from us, but I noticed Tag and Sig weren't here, and my nerves instantly went on edge.

"Where are the boys?" I asked, trying to keep the stress out of my voice, but I was worrying for mostly nothing.

"Sig is taking this really hard. He killed most of the women that died, and now Tag is talking to him. I think he will be okay, but I don't think that either one of them will be the same after today," Miasma said as the rest of my wives came over to me.

"None of us will be the same after today, but that just means that we all share the same goal. We cannot allow Trent, the leader of the Predators, to continue this, and I plan on chasing him down until I can end his life for this and everything else. People died today, and not by their choices, but we were also given no choice. I want you all to remember this moving forward; we fight for the right to choose!" I said, and my Subject put a hand to their chests in salute.

"YES, MY QUEEN!" The group thundered.

This world wasn't big enough for him to hide from me now. Trent had just kicked the Hive.