Chapter 341
by post_apiChapter 341: The Seven-Colored Magic Circle
Ah, it’s coming… it’s really coming!
The waves of pain grew increasingly distinct.
And this nervousness – unbearable!
Huff… puff… huff… puff…
After what seemed an eternity, the silver-haired girl’s abdomen finally reached its maximum distension.
At the precise moment of culmination, a burst of radiant light—predominantly white but interwoven with a kaleidoscope of hues—blazed forth, its resplendent glow instantly flooding every corner of the chamber.
Then manifested the magic circle!
Neither white nor azure, not violet nor gilded or shadowed gold, but rather—
A scintillating seven-colored magic array!
As the chromatic runes composing the mystical diagram began their stately rotation, the prismatic radiance rippled across its surface like moonlit waves dancing upon a midnight lake.
How breathtaking…
Lin Yu found herself utterly mesmerized.
Yet attempting to focus on the intricate patterns induced immediate vertigo.
The luminous phenomenon persisted for nearly sixty heartbeats before dissolving into nothingness.
Only when the last shimmer faded did Lin Yu snap back to awareness, her gaze darting about the bedchamber.
The carpet now bore clusters of ant eggs in varied sizes, while her own midsection had miraculously regained its slender contour.
Such relief.
Before she could properly examine her first Class S spawning achievement, visceral hunger crashed through her consciousness, saliva flooding her mouth uncontrollably.
Ravenous!
This surpassed all previous post-spawning famines!
Lin Yu urgently activated her [Magic Backpack].
Retrieving an enormous portion of steaming roasted dragonmeat, she abandoned all decorum to tear into the fragrant flesh.
Like some famished spirit reincarnated, she wolfed down massive mouthfuls with minimal chewing.
Yet paradoxically, the maiden’s ethereal beauty transformed this savage devouring into a curiously endearing spectacle – less vulgar gluttony than some primal dance of survival.
After consuming slab after slab, the desperate hunger gradually ebbed…
When satiation finally dawned, the pale-haired girl daintily placed the last morsel between her lips, savoring it thoroughly before swallowing. A final lick of glistening fingers preceded her contented sigh.
Divine…
But then realization struck.
Her inventory check revealed:
Every stored dragonmeat provision had vanished… Never before had she possessed such bottomless appetite.
Yet this strange voracity… Heheh, surely proof of bearing an exceptional daughter!
Where is she~ Where is my dear daughter?
Anyway, following routine, I should start by taking inventory.
But this time, I won’t summon the other daughters to assist with the count.
Hmph, this moment is mine alone!
Thus, I spent some time tallying them.
Hmm… Four hundred and ninety-nine?
Shouldn’t it be five hundred exactly?
As for the varieties of ant eggs…
Weak Ant, Worker Ant, Military Ant, Iron Armored Ant, Acid Ant, Earth Digging Ant, Stealth Ant, Demonic Ant, Flying Ant… Why are these all familiar ant species?
Could it be that no new variants have emerged…?
Still, given the magic circle’s prismatic glow, perhaps these ant tribes possess qualities above S-rank? Maybe even S+?
While the lack of new species is disappointing, high-tier qualifications would be acceptable too…
The girl heaved a profound sigh and began appraising each egg’s potential.
C Qualification…B Qualification…C Qualification…B Qualification…B Qualification…
Yet the more she inspected, the more Lin Yu felt a growing sense of unease.
She’d nearly examined half the eggs. Though the proportion of C and B Qualifications seemed slightly higher than usual, and not a single D Qualification appeared… But setting that aside—forget S-rank or higher, where were the A Qualifications?
Not even one A Qualification??
Remember when the dark golden magic circle manifested before? It yielded S Qualification Magic Rainbow along with several A Qualification daughters!
Lin Yu steadied herself, resolving to continue the meticulous examination.
But.
Upon reaching the four hundred and ninety-ninth egg, not a single specimen of A-rank or higher had been found.
The maiden froze in disbelief.
How…
How could this be?!
Every previous advancement reliably gifted me daughters of excellent caliber!
If egg-laying were akin to card draws in gacha games, the first post-advancement clutch should have guaranteed premium results…
If even the pity timer fails me now… doesn’t that make me worse off than the most cursed of unlucky souls?!
But I—I have such pale, delicate skin! Milky and smooth!!
This outcome is utterly impossible—I refuse to accept it!
And four hundred ninety-nine eggs… There must be one missing!
But where’s the absent one…
Ah… Could it still be inside me?
After considering this possibility, the girl hurriedly lifted her shirt and pressed a hand against her abdomen.
Was it there? It didn’t seem to be.
If not in her belly, then perhaps… during transit…
Her face stiffened abruptly.
Her gaze drifted downward.
Yet if that were true, she should have sensed something.
Hmm, though she couldn’t dismiss the possibility that the final egg might be minuscule.
Ugh—once this thought took root, an imaginary presence seemed to squirm within her…
Should… she inspect herself?
The white-haired girl’s breathing quickened, her pulse drumming faster.
No… better not.
Wait—if the last ant egg were tiny, she might have simply overlooked it while counting!
Epiphany flushed her cheeks crimson.
She should’ve searched the room first—what foolishness… at least she’d avoided embarrassing actions.
Methodically, she scrutinized every ant egg in the chamber.
She combed through clusters of eggs—nothing.
Her search expanded to furniture crevices, bedding folds, and shadowed corners…
After a quarter hour…
Ah! There!
With trembling excitement, the silver-haired girl plucked an egg from beneath the bed’s foundation.
The final egg lay nestled against a bedpost leg, concealed in visual blind spots that prolonged the hunt.
Honestly—why here?
Yet… it’s astonishingly small.
Cradling the egg in her palm, she noted its dimensions—smaller than a hen’s egg from her previous life, hovering between quail and chicken egg sizes, its fragile aura suggesting it might shatter under slight pressure.
The egg gleamed snowy-white, though closer inspection revealed delicate iridescent veins shimmering across its surface.
Rather than an insect embryo, it resembled a luminous jewel—radiant and kaleidoscopic.