Reincarnated into the muddy guts of a cursed swamp as a tsetse fly, former office worker and master-level cynic Buzz Windbreaker quickly discovers that survival is both absurd and magnificent. The air is thick with poison, the predators are many-limbed and spell-woven, and the prey? Just as desperate as he is.

Yet with every drop of blood he drains from beast, beastkin, or unlucky mortal, Buzz unlocks fragments of an ancient arcane lattice that spirals beneath the skin of the world itself—a system of runes, incantation spirals, and primordial energy flows forgotten by even the highborn mages.

His evolution isn't just physical: it is architectural. Each new form is built like a spell—symmetrical, efficient, cruel. Wings shimmer with sigil arrays. Proboscises become siphons of mana and memory. Legs are sharpened to runic blades. Jokes sting. Death stings harder.

Soon, Buzz isn't just hunting. He is ascending.

The Queen's arrival changed the air itself. The clearing became heavier, every breath scraped through the throat like sand. Her wings beat once, not for flight but to announce her dominance. The sound echoed through soil and shell, forcing every insect to bow whether they wished to or not.


Buzz forced his legs straight. His wing screamed with pain, but he held. He looked at her, not as a subject, not as prey, but as an enemy. Beside him Zza trembled, yet her antennae pointed forward, refusing to bend.


Chapter 17 - CHAPTER 17 :HERE COMES THE QUEEN!