The Eccentric Entomologist is Now a Queen's Consort

The cavern was deathly silent.

Dust and mist hung in the air, lingering like the ghost of a titan's fall. The Crystalgloom Serpent's final breath had scattered into silence, its once-mighty form reduced to fragments of shattered crystal. Jagged shards lay strewn across the cavern floor, their fractured surfaces catching the faintest flickers of light from the remnants of its broken core. The glow was weak, pulsing intermittently like the heartbeat of a dying star.

The pressure that had once choked the air, an overwhelming force of dominance, had dissipated. But what replaced it was no comfort—it was an eerie, oppressive stillness, as though the very walls of the cavern mourned the beast's demise. Shadows danced faintly along the jagged cracks etched into stone, each a scar left by the ferocity of the battle. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating, pressing against the space like a lingering phantom. The only sounds were faint drips of water echoing from unseen crevices and the distant clicking of Chimera Ants, moving tirelessly through the debris.

Mikhailis stirred, a sharp, jagged pain lancing through his chest the moment he moved.

Ugh… what the hell hit me? Oh, right—a glowing death noodle.

He groaned as the cold, hard cavern floor bit into his back, every nerve in his body screaming for reprieve. His limbs felt like they'd been weighed down with stones, heavy and unyielding, as if the very earth was trying to keep him pinned. His chest rose and fell unevenly, each shallow breath dragging through his lungs like sandpaper. The taste of iron clung to his tongue, sharp and bitter, as a thin trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. His attempt to inhale deeper sent a searing pain lancing through his ribs, forcing him to hiss softly.

Great, he thought bitterly. I'm pretty sure my insides are rearranged.

He shifted slightly, the jagged floor biting into his shoulder blades and amplifying his discomfort. For a brief moment, he lay there, staring up at the fractured ceiling of the cavern, trying to will his body to move. Even blinking felt like an effort, his lashes sticking together as sweat and blood mingled across his face.

"Hell of a nap," he muttered hoarsely, his voice rasping like gravel. The silence swallowed his words, leaving only the faint echo of his suffering in the massive chamber.

<So you're alive, Mikhailis>

"Wow… Rodion," Mikhailis rasped, his voice rough, "thank you for your eternal optimism. Really lifts my spirits."

<You are fortunate to still be breathing, Mikhailis. Damage report: multiple fractures, severe fatigue, and dangerously low stamina. You require immediate rest.>

Mikhailis let out a weak, breathless laugh, shifting his head just enough to see his surroundings. His vision blurred before focusing on his halberd, lying just a few meters away. The darkened blade pulsed faintly, as if it, too, had survived a brutal fight.

"Lucky me. I only feel like I've been flattened by a mountain," he muttered. Despite the sarcasm, a small note of pride tugged at his voice. He had survived—barely.

The Chimera Ants were strong, the variants he equipped had carried him this far, and his wit… well, his wit always had its way of keeping him alive.

Though next time, he thought bitterly, maybe not let a snake smack me into unconsciousness.

"I believe the best job for me is just continuing my life as a no-good prince consort that leisurely spend his time in his hobbies as always. Damn, I don't want to risk my life like this again, forever,"

The cavern bore deep scars of the battle, as though the earth itself had been torn apart and reshaped. Massive cracks spiderwebbed across the walls, evidence of the serpent's devastating tail strikes. Stone dust hung like a fine mist in the air, mixing with the faint glow of shattered crystal fragments that littered the ground. Jagged stalactites had broken free from the cavern's high ceiling, now lying in scattered heaps that resembled ancient ruins. Amid the destruction, the colossal corpse of the Crystalgloom Serpent sprawled lifeless, its once menacing form reduced to a fractured monument of its former terror. The light that pulsed faintly from its shattered core was dim, like the dying embers of a long-forgotten fire.

The silence was unnerving. The cavern seemed to hold its breath, as if mourning the monstrous titan's fall. Yet, beneath that stillness, faint clicking sounds began to rise—soft, rhythmic, and mechanical. The noise came from every direction, subtle but growing louder as the Chimera Ant soldiers and workers emerged like shadows, scuttling through the debris. Their movements were precise, almost ritualistic, as they began their grim task of salvaging the battlefield. Small clusters of them crawled over the serpent's remains, prying loose shards of its crystal body and carrying them with unwavering determination. Others moved to reinforce the cavern walls, patching fractures with surprising efficiency, their chitinous limbs clicking with every measured motion.

Mikhailis, still lying motionless, could hear it all—each scrape of armored legs against stone, each soft thunk as shards were dropped into growing piles. It was almost soothing in a strange, detached way. The battle had left its mark, and yet, here they were, tirelessly working as if the chaos had never happened.

Chimera Ants.

Slowly, Mikhailis dragged himself into a seated position, biting back a groan as pain flared through his battered shoulder, radiating into his chest. He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body screaming in protest, but he refused to crumble back to the ground. His sharp eyes scanned the cavern sluggishly, as if each blink took conscious effort to complete. What he saw stirred something between wonder and exhaustion in him.

The Chimera Ant soldiers and workers were moving with the mechanical precision of a well-oiled machine, their rhythm undeterred by the devastation surrounding them. Some scuttled over the remains of the Crystalgloom Serpent, pulling loose shards of its shattered core and hauling them in groups, their clawed limbs clicking rhythmically against the stone floor. Others worked in organized formations, repairing the deep cracks spiderwebbing across the cavern walls as if filling in the scars of their battlefield. Their dedication was almost eerie—silent and focused, like tireless artisans carefully restoring an ancient ruin.

Mikhailis' gaze lingered on a group of soldiers near the serpent's carcass. They crawled across the fractured surface of the crystalline scales, breaking off pieces with swift, deliberate strikes before handing them to waiting workers. The shards, once part of a terrifying predator, now glimmered faintly in the low light as they were carted away like trophies.

"Hard at work, huh?" Mikhailis muttered hoarsely, wiping a trickle of blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. His words fell flat against the cavern's oppressive silence, swallowed up by the faint hum of movement.

They saved my ass, he thought with a grudging mix of respect and guilt. And here they are, not even stopping to catch their breath. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

Another sharp pang in his side reminded him of his own limits. He shifted gingerly, leaning his back against a jagged wall for support. His breathing was uneven, and even that small effort made his ribs scream in protest. Rodion's voice crackled softly through his interface.

<Progress report: Resource recovery at 72%. Workers are salvaging remnants of the Crystalgloom Serpent's core for potential enhancements. Repairs to structural damage are 48% complete. Efficiency remains optimal.>

Mikhailis let out a faint, breathless laugh, the sound dry and hollow.

"They're sure getting a lot out of all this." His eyes narrowed on one Chimera worker that scuttled past, balancing a shard twice its size with unnerving dexterity.

"Guess I should be happy it wasn't all for nothing," he muttered, wincing as he shifted again. The battlefield was no longer a place of chaos; it had become a construction zone. A strange sense of calm swept through him as he watched them move, working in perfect unison.

<There are 60 soldier ants left from the previous battle from the 180 soldiers that came together with you. But loss is inevitable. It could be considered as a miracle for up to this point, there was almost no chimera and soldiers or workers died on a quest>

They're survivors. Like me, he thought, his gaze lingering on a particularly battered soldier limping to the side while a worker patched its carapace. His lips curled into a faint, tired smile.

"Tough little guys, aren't you?"

For a moment, Mikhailis let his head rest against the wall, eyes drifting upward to the fractured ceiling. The faint hum of the Chimera Ants was steady, rhythmic, and almost lulling. Even after the chaos, they were building, repairing—like nothing could stop them. It was strange, he thought, how they kept moving forward while he struggled just to breathe.

"Not gonna lie," Mikhailis whispered, barely above a murmur, "if I were them, I'd just call it a day."

<Unfortunately, they are not as much as a procrastinator as you, Mikhailis>

Rodion's voice continued, steady but informative.

<Resource recovery at 75%. Preliminary analysis suggests the remains may serve as an advanced energy source to accelerate the Chimera Ant Queen's evolution.>

"So all this," Mikhailis gestured weakly to the remains around him, "isn't a total loss."

<Correct. Though costly, the battle has yielded valuable resources.>

Mikhailis' gaze lingered on the Chimera Ant soldiers moving in perfect rhythm. Their numbers had dwindled. Of the once-mighty army, only sixty remained, their carapaces marked with cracks and scratches from the brutal battle. Workers tended to them, patching exoskeletons and repairing fractured limbs.

"They're tough little guys, aren't they,"