by EnochZ
They gave me a military sponsorship. I bought a bee grub. My name is on the combat prospect list. My Fusion talent is rare enough that the academy has been watching me since I was ten. Everyone has plans for what I'm supposed to become. Everyone except me. I only have a hive to feed and zero income. Combat pays faster. It also kills you. I'll take the bees. Daily updates
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| 0 | Chapter 1: The First Contract | 0 |
| 1 | Chapter 2: The Cost of Growth | 0 |
| 2 | Chapter 3: A Matter of Judgment | 0 |
| 3 | Chapter 4: Information Has a Price | 0 |
| 4 | Chapter 5: Growth and Appetite | 0 |
| 5 | Chapter 6: More | 0 |
| 6 | Chapter 7: The Cenotaph | 0 |
| 7 | Chapter 8: Guilty by Association | 0 |
| 8 | Chapter 9: Sense Awakening | 0 |
| 9 | Chapter 10: Nineteen Years | 0 |
| 10 | Chapter 11: Lord Mirthas | 0 |
| 11 | Chapter 12: The Same Face | 0 |
| 12 | Chapter 13: Information Is Currency | 0 |
| 13 | Chapter 14: First Fusion | 0 |
| 14 | Chapter 15: Changes | 0 |
| 15 | Chapter 16: The Hive | 0 |
| 16 | Chapter 17: Queen's Temperament | 0 |
| 17 | Chapter 6: The Beekeeper’s Throne | 0 |
| 18 | Chapter 7: Saturation | 0 |
