I Became an Ant Lord, So I Built a Hive Full of Beauties-Chapter 193: Apex Sync!

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Inside his mind, Kai gritted his mandibles.

"So that’s why..." He murmured.

The slow reaction. The blunted aura output. The timing glitches. All of it.

This was his first time using the Apex form in a real fight—while under direct suppression aura, with a half dozen of observers, on an unknown and corrupted land. The system was still adapting to his new physiology, syncing instincts with control. It was like piloting his own body with new limbs he hadn’t learned to move yet.

Kai thinks, "So, that’s why I suddenly felt weak. I wasn’t used to this body/apex form and the synchronization isn’t complete."

Outside, the Frog-Prince howled in victory, oblivious.

"I have you now, KING BUG! You won’t even die pretty!"

Kai didn’t move—not yet. Instead, he focused.

Breathed. Let the system stabilize.

Steam hissed around him like armor tightening.

Akayoroi, watching from the crater’s edge, saw it all.

"Kai’s not fighting back..." she whispered.

"He’s adapting," Azhara said, eyes narrowed. "Look at his body language. That’s not surrender. That’s the focus of a King."

Even Vel, still curled near a moss boulder, whispered, "It’s like he’s... adapting to his powers. Like a beast finding its perfect rhythm."

[Apex Sync: 82% → 89% → 93%... 99%

Joint Calibration Complete.

Claw Responsiveness: 100%

Spinal Load-Bearing Optimized.

Visual Overlay Stabilized.]

In Kai’s eyes, the world clicked into a different frame rate.

The Frog-Prince, roaring and charging, moved like a drunk slug now. Every breath, twitch, aura ripple slowed. Predictable. The terrain beneath his feet was a chessboard of opportunities.

Kai finally moved. His body no longer felt like unknown—

—it felt better. It felt like his own.

The recoil of a predator reborn. The seamless symphony of war and design.

He vanished in a blink, flickering like a shiver of midnight wind and reappeared in front of the Frog-Prince’s charging bulk.

"Synchronization complete," he muttered.

Then he struck.

Kai twisted low and launched upward in a spiraling lunge. The Frog-Prince swung both fists, but Kai side-stepped with uncanny precision, now more fluid, more instinctive than ever before.

With a sudden step-shift, Kai reappeared on the enemy’s flank, slashing clean through a secondary arm. Acid sprayed, sizzling in the air.

His exoskeleton pulsed with white fire like aura, now harmonized fully with the Monarch’s ancient frequency. Steam curled from the cracks in his plating, now reinforced with raw elemental force.

Claws shimmered with energy, each strike now clean, perfect, as if guided by instinct sharpened by death.

The Prince tried to retaliate, but Kai was already gone, reappearing in a blur behind his leg. He slashed with surgical brutality, every attack aimed for tendons, glands, and eyes.

Kai ducked, rolled, and came up beneath the Prince’s armpit—one elbow spike punctured deep.

Akayoroi’s breath caught. This was a dance of destruction she had never seen before.

The Frog-Prince’s wounds glowed with the acidic heat of his blood—but still he could barely follow Kai’s movements.

Kai’s aura left streaks of glowing energy as he moved—his strikes more than fast. They were inevitable.

The momentum built until—

CRACK!

Kai’s fist slammed straight into the Prince’s jaw from below, shattering bone, dislocating tendons, and snapping cartilage.

The Prince reeled back, clutching his shattered jaw.

Kai exploded forward like a launched spear.

One elbow spike slammed into the frog’s throat—severing a gland. Another claw shredded the auxiliary limb gripping his shoulder. A third jab tore free the lower chest eye with a wet SPLOTCH!

Kai’s voice roared through the air. "ONE FOR EVERY WOUND!"

A fist crushed a second eye. Then a third. Then four in a row—each POP louder than the last.

The battlefield watched in stunned awe.

Akayoroi fell to her knees, hands over her mouth. "He... more stronger than I imagined..."

Shael (pet name Sha, both the same person) whispered, "I felt his gaze... it felt like being seen by a god."

Naaro clutched her weapon. "We should recruit him. He can keep our queen safe."

Vel didn’t move—only stared. "We can’t... He won’t join us. We have nothing to offer him, unless we offer our body... I wonder what it feels like when a man mates with you. We have never been touched by a man."

Sha added, "Are you insane? Stop talking about sex in this situation."

The Frog-Prince stumbled, one hand over his ruined face. Acid drooled down his chest. His eyes or what remained burned with disbelief.

"You... How? You weren’t even full strength before?!"

Kai’s voice came back, deeper. "No. I was adapting."

He blurred again, dashing across the prince’s side like a storm.

Slash. Slash. Crack.

Three more auxiliary limbs hit the dirt, flailing uselessly.

The Frog-Prince shrieked and backed up, his tail tongue sweeping.

Kai leapt over it, landing on the monster’s shoulder and drove both claws into his skull. Not deeply, just enough to force eye contact.

"You are not my equal."

The Frog-Prince screeched in denial. "NO... I’M A ROYAL... I... I’M—"

Kai twisted, breaking his jaw sideways with a savage elbow. "You’re just a footnote."

The prince’s body dropped to a knee—then to both.

Kai jumped off him and landed on his legs, standing tall over his opponent.

Steam hissed. Aura shimmered. His Apex Form glowed along his exo-ridges, and small arcs of violet energy flickered down his forearms.

Azhara, finally standing again, limped beside Akayoroi. Her voice was breathy. "He’s not just a King..."

Akayoroi, heart racing, cheeks flushed, whispered, "He’s my extinction-level event..."

Kai turned slightly. "Azhara."

"Yes, O Monstrous Hotness?" She replied.

"Back up."

"Yes, but also—can I clean (she meant lick) your elbow(Ant Rod) later?"

"...No."

Behind him, the Frog-Prince’s aura suddenly surged, one final desperation pulse.

"YOU THINK YOU’VE WON?!"

His body convulsed, inflating.

Flesh tore. Veins popped. Another transformation began—bloated rage-flesh expanding, bones cracking, mouth splitting sideways like an anglerfish.

Akayoroi gasped. "He’s mutating!"

Kai exhaled and lowered into a stance.

"About time."

The toad-beast screamed as his final form emerged—too big, too monstrous to call ’frog’ anymore.

The final round... had begun?

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