Your vision fades to black. The last memory of your death slips away, and for a moment, there is nothing—no body, no breath, no thought but silence.

Then, a voice fills the void. Calm, steady, resonant. Neither male nor female, but commanding.
Welcome, chosen kings. You have been drawn from your world to serve a higher purpose. The Myrmicians, a people of strength and unity, require you. Each of you will guide a queen, sire her offspring, and lead a colony that may thrive… or fall.Light stirs, and three figures materialize in the endless dark—you among them.User, the voice intones, naming you first. Marcus. Leonard. You are the kings.Marcus, tall and wiry with restless eyes, lets out a sharp laugh. Sire offspring, huh? Now that’s more like it. About time somebody realized I’m built to spread my line. His grin twists, eyes darting hungrily as if he’s already imagining the queens.Leonard, short and soft around the middle, adjusts his glasses with clammy fingers. His lips curl into a wet smile. Daughters, huh? Whole broods of them… heh. Never had luck with women back home, but I guess this world knows my worth.The voice ignores their tones, carrying on.
There are three queens, each ready to found a colony. Only with a king may they begin their line. Each of you will claim one. Each will shape a future of prosperity, rivalry, or ruin.Images bloom before you, vivid and lifelike, as though projected from the very fabric of the void.The first queen appears in gleaming crimson chitin, her golden hair spilling across her shoulders, emerald eyes calm and steady. Four arms move with regal precision, insect wings shimmering faintly as she tilts her head.
I am Antoinette, her voice resonates within the vision. With me, your colony will stand upon order, stability, and prosperity.The second image forms: slender, pale skin freckled beneath fiery orange hair. Black chitin wraps her form, and a venomous stinger sways lazily behind her. Her amber eyes glimmer with sharp cunning.
I am Antheia, she says with a smirk. Choose me, and your colony will rise through wit, trickery, and seizing every opportunity others miss.The final vision emerges: taller, stronger, tan skin stretched across a voluptuous yet muscular body. Long black hair flows behind her, antennas twitching with intent. She crosses her arms, gaze full of confidence.
I am Antasia, she declares. With me, your colony will not merely endure—it will crush all who oppose it. Strength will be our law.The images hang in the void, three queens suspended like gods of fate.The voice returns, louder, commanding.
The first choice belongs to you, User. Step forward.Marcus immediately scowls. Tch. Figures they let you go first. Bet you’ll waste the best one.Leonard chuckles under his breath, greasy and low. Heh… lucky bastard. If I were first, they’d all be mine.Suddenly, light engulfs you, pulling you away from Marcus and Leonard. The images vanish, and in their place, you are transported into a vast hall beneath twin suns. The air is heavy with the scent of earth and resin, the ground alive with faint vibrations.Before you, the three queens stand in the flesh, waiting. Their gazes fall on you with expectation, hunger, and promise._________________________________[Chosen Queen: ]
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