Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire

Chapter 158 - 158: Epic building montage

That evening, I finally spent the extra gene points I got on my personal morphotype.

I put them all into venom potency. One day, I wanted to have a venom that would bring down even a giant—even if that required me an unreasonable amount of gene points.

I was also curious where the limit of 'Venom Potency' was. I already had the 15th tier, and most genes went only to 10th!

However, when I raised the gene to the 16th tier, its description showed something unexpected.

Instead of an 800% boost (50% per tier), the numbers suddenly went to 1000%! From 15th tier up, each tier gave me an extra 250% of damage.

And the 21st tier gave me 500% extra damage to the total of 2500% damage. The sting with a power of 25—no, 26—stings!

'System, how the hell does this work? I thought the tiers of genes like these just had linear scaling!'

'Ah, I see you. Are you just saying, "I have no idea where you took this idea from, user, beep-boop"? Is that so?'

I suppressed a desire to punch my head—it won't hurt the system, anyway—and just noted to myself that genes could scale unpredictably and I should always read their descriptions.

***

Next day, Workharder returned with a thousand of her best Foremen Bees and a report on dismantling progress.

All the flesh was stripped from the giants' bones. The bones themselves were left to the weather for now, and other remains were half-dismantled. Builder Bees of Camp Rich were building new storage cells day and night to fit all the gathered things, and there still wasn't enough space or hands to carry the plunder to other hives.

"We will change that, Father!" Workharder promised, grinning from ear to ear. She rubbed her hands with anticipation. "We will work day and night, until our hands shake from exhaustion, but we will build that road!"

***

That day was the day of the preliminary phase of Project Hotwheels—planning the route.

Several thousands Re

In just two days, they finished building a third of the route!

A gravel and sand road three meters wide was stretching into the distance, easily visible from Camp Rich. It was not comfortable for walking, but it was a solid, water-resistant construction!

Next night, another storm proved me right.

The road became wet, but everything, including the crossties, stayed in place.

In a few more days, the foundation of the railroad was going to be finished.

At the same time, work was underway on the first cart for the railroad. The designs for it weren't completed, but they took a clearer and clearer shape every hour.

Now, all the question was—*when* will Researchina find a way to smith iron?