I Am The Swarm

The results were not promising.

But with Luo Wen’s limited knowledge of entomology, he couldn’t be certain if insects even possessed such things.

And even if they did, what would be the point? Setting aside whether there were others of his kind, what could he possibly do—engage in some dubious reproductive activities with another insect? Moreover, in his memory, male insects usually met tragic ends. A children’s film he watched growing up, one featuring a cat as the protagonist, contained certain scenes that remained a haunting shadow of his childhood.

Shuddering, he forcibly interrupted the trajectory of his thoughts.

Previously, he had assumed that the tiny opening at the tip of his rear end was an excretory outlet. That opening had been lost along with the three tail segments he had shed. Unexpectedly, a new one had secretly grown back, though it had remained unused and unnoticed.

But even this time, it wasn’t utilized. Instead, a small opening appeared in the middle of his lower abdomen for excretion, leaving the purpose of the rear-end opening still a mystery.

Drinking water to fill his stomach was barely effective, so Luo Wen turned his attention to the black moss-like plants around him.

Were they poisonous? And how resistant was his insect body to toxins?

Considering the grandiose name and reputation of his species, his reckless curiosity began to stir.