Marigold – A LitRPG

A few days had passed, since my accident, many soldiers had leved up, all had different classes, and some classes were unique.

We had many other spearmen like Hans and strickers like Trouble, the soldiers were easily influenced, so most prefer to follow the same path as their older brothers.

Plus we had some that became swordsmen, warriors, reapers, some tanks and 3 poisonous bees.

By the way, the soldier who evolved into a [Slaughter] and who joined Trouble's group was a specialized killer, he couldn't cause much damage or even had much health or resistance, but the cuts he caused took longer to heal, in addition to having a greater chance of becoming infected.

Honestly, I expected more from a class named [Slaughter], but he could be useful in his own way. If we were unable to kill a dangerous enemy we would still cause wounds that could kill him later, and even if the wounds didn't kill him he would think twice before returning.

This also caused me a big doubt, if we killed someone by slow poisoning, would we gain XP? If someone succumbed to wounds caused by us, days or months after a fight, would we still earn XP? How does the system classify these things?

The tanks were... Tanks, they had a lot of life and a lot of defense, they could go into a fight head-on and draw attention to themselves, but they were very slow, heavy and almost cannot cause any damage.

The most unusual were the venomous, which had low health, defense, and raw damage, but focused everything on agility and poisoning. They could apply stings with potent and deadly poisons, it was easy to kill a poisonous bee with their low stats, but for that you had to catch them first, and that was really difficult.

During all this I gained a lot of Xp, and I got Level 10, but to my sadness I didn't gain an evolution. In the meantime my first [Farmers] had begun to weave their cocoons, and the time for them to emerge was coming.

The workers began to build a super studio for the weavers, and in the middle of the process they came up with a project for a theater.

My kids really enjoyed all kinds of entertainment, the bards were living proof of that, they would often tease them to give little shows to everybody, they would present things like classical plays or something more modern, anything they could get out of my mind with [maternal connection] was used, they would sing songs, do theater, or just do some silly dances and Jokes, there was stuff from shakespeare and beethoven, Mozart to Ariana Grande.

They would simply use anything they have, and if they find any gaps in the stories or music they would just invent, the bards little shows became so popular among the members of the colony that a request to build a theater soon came to me.

I was still feeling bad for how the boys thinked I thought of them, so I allowed them to do whatever they wanted, even though I found it embarrassing to see bees singing songs from my high school days.

Trevis and the Scouts had... "retired" from their work for now, since there wasn't much else to discover without going too far from home, they now just hung around the region, collecting resources for the cooks to use in the kitchen.

The scouts had gained their "storehouse" which was not 100% theirs in fact, it was more just an extension in the kitchen for storage food resourse next to the cooks, a sort of stock of food.

The boys had started this theater project while working in the studio, and parallel to that they started putting up a big wall made of bricks around the whole base, but I had to ask them to stop it, we had no lights, and if this wax "dome" was made we would be in the dark, the boys accepted and focused solely on the theater, the studio and they normal functions.

Tailors became so popular that I had to limit their working hours to 8 hours a day, everyone wanted their services, whether to create cloth, ropes or comfortable mattresses.

And by the way, I got a great bedding set from the tailors, the set was simple and looked like it was made by amateurs, but it was still infinitely better than sleeping on piles of wax and leaves.

The tailors had cranes that could use needles and create simple seams, they could also create fabrics in a very different way. They would get together in groups of 3 or 4, then begin to produce spools of silk thread, then they would tie everything together in the arms of a single tailor and begin to braid the threads until they became fabric.

The fabric wasn't really high quality, and if it was held up to the sun you could see hundreds of little holes resulting from the poor quality manufacturing, but it was still fabric! Fabric made by bees.

Ropes were easier, they just braided the strands until they were thick and strong, then tied the ends and rolled the ropes.

To create my bedding set they dedicated themselves, first creating large pieces of fabric and then sewing it all together to create blankets for pillows and mattresses, they didn't have a "worthy" filler, so we used grass fibers, flower petals and other materials soft, the result was incredible, much better than the wax bed.

And with that they condemned themselves.

Everyone wanted a comfortable bed, pillows and rope for work, putting a heavy burden on the poor weavers.

Hans stayed in the front line, his methods were slow but safe, and with that he created a squad of "elites" who were very good at recognizing a danger, and finding ways to beat the enemy the quickest.

While Trouble ended up creating a squad of bloodthirsty warriors, their strategy for victory was "if it's still moving, just keep hitting", they were strong for sure, but they were a little.... Dumb. They could not think of strategies or follow complex orders, they could only do basic things like, hit, Stop, retreat and flee.

My beacons had proven very useful, they were basically a cell phone that you have in your head, they can remind you of things, connect you with someone, or send messages.

They did not have a restriction that required them to permanently connect with only one target at time, for example, they could connect with Hans, pick up the message he wants to send, disconnect from him, and connect to another member to pass the message across the hive.

They were like those 90s phone calls ladys, they had a limited number of possible calls, but they could keep connecting you with whoever you wanted to talk to.

They were also very good at analyzing the information I had in my mind, I had a lot of knowledge that was inside my head, but it was like a "corrupted file", it still had salvation, but it is very difficult to make it into something useful.

But these beacons could do it! They could take small fragments of knowledge, and "uncorrupt" it, then they wrote everything on wax plates and stored it on shelves, these guys were the burucratics of the hive. Because they were not strong they could not fight, and because of their Skills they should focus solely on making this link work better, but for them it was very annoying, they literally had to stand all day looking at a wall and inspecting the link.

So I gave them this job that I thought was very boring, and they just loved it. They did it very delicately and did their best to extract useful things. So far they've only gotten things like the password to my first cell phone, and my mother's maiden name, but they kept digging.

I didn't know what they thought of these human memories, but I ended up discovering that they didn't care, for them whether I was a human, a bird or a fish at some point in my life it was irrelevant, now I was their mother, and the Queen of the hive.

Yet they didn't tell anyone about this "theory" that I was once human, and not only possess memories of a human, but I don't think anyone would care, just as the beacons didn't. I had made it my "biggest secret" and they just shat at me, I didn't know if I felt like a clown or angry at being so belittled.

My laboratory had been closed, and entry became prohibited, I still didn't know if any of the things I worked with became poisonous when burned, so I turned the area close to the laboratory into a "forbidden zone", and no one went there.

And after all that, I was here, in my comfortable bed, playing one with a group of soldiers who had serious looks on their faces.

"I'm not going to lose this, I'd better give up now." said a soldier with a determined look

"Go dreaming, I'll make you buy a whole deck right away" said another soldier

"Hummm"

"Boys without quarreling, remember sportsmanship and camaraderie."

"All right..." said my personal swoder

"You better remember, because I won."

Soon as I say this I play my +4 card and leave everyone surprised, it was reasonably easy to win from the soldiers, they did not know how to bluff, so I could manipulate the game to my ideal conditions, such as playing a color card and choosing red, while in fact I had yellow, the boys assumed that I had a red card, and that I needed that color to win, they ended up changing the color, and with this and a little luck I got a hand of only wild cards.

"Damn it! You won again!" 

"Why not take it easy with us!"

"He he he he, suckers! I won, you lost~ if I took it easy, you wouldn't get a real win, just a pity win!"

"Ugh.."

While I stood there making fun of the losers, I ended up receiving a mental notification that alerted me to the birth of the gardeners, I wanted to be there, so I left everyone behind and went to the nursery.