Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire-Chapter 204: Rules lawyer

"If the Goddess of Bees' fault is *fully* proved, then a penalty will be placed upon her; then, a stolen human—you, in this case—will be returned to where he was before this point."

I blinked.

'Would this mean that I will be un-isekaid? Or just dead? But what about the bees? Shit, there are no good options there whatsoever! I'm doomed no matter which way the trial goes!'

Dalmanrach made this head-tilt-smile again.

"I can see by your face that neither option compels you. As expected. I assume that rulings in case of the Goddess of Bees' partial guilt won't excite you either."

"I bet! They both are huge piles of steaming… Ahem. But, Mr. Dalmanrach, I bet you wouldn't have talked with me earlier if you didn't have some secret third option you wanted to share."

"Very perceptive, Nectus. Understand first—the court gathered because the God of Humans made an accusation against the Goddess of Bees. As long as an issue isn't brought to court… It doesn't. And even now, both sides can still resolve this among each other as they see fit—as long as their solution adheres to the rules."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Settle it out of court, so to say? But how does this helps *me*, exactly? Hypothetically, if I had a system before, I'd still want to have it. Very much. Hypothetically."

Dalmanrach nodded.

"Hypothetically, of course. Well, there's a section of the rules that lets players use systems and other similar devices within The Game. So-called 'fast evolution rules'. However, for them to be enacted in a world, a majority of the gods still playing there must agree to it."

I gasped.

"A majority? But there are millions of them!"

"And most of them will follow the current leader of The Game—God of Humanity. Convince him, and he will bring over his entire faction—and it's massive, believe me. There are very few other gods who approach the God of Humanity's influence."

I frowned, thinking.

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"Why would he ever agree, though? I'm a bee, not a human. He has no reasons to help me!"

"Well, if you *were* human, he might be sympathetic. The God of Humans can be protective of his mortals when someone *except him* threaten them. Of course, then he wouldn't have a reason to still keep you among the bees. As long as you are considered a bee by Rulekeepers, you bring victory points to the Goddess of Bees, not the God of Humanity."

I nodded, thinking heavily.

This was *some* option, at least. A glimpse of hope I might reach for… maybe. A very ghost-like chance. But what else could I do?

"What's in this for you, though, Mr. Dalmanrach? You never mentioned it."

"Oh, it's simple. We, gods, could've created so many wonderful things in the universe—instead, we shackle ourselves to these petty games! I want to stop The Game and free us all from it, no matter what it takes. And it will take a lot. Your efforts will most likely end with absolutely nothing, but I will take even the tiniest chance. If you keep living and keep amassing influence for yourself and your divine faction, eventually…"

Dalmanrach shrugged.

"Certain things might be achieved. It will require a lot of time and patience, certainly. But I think you will be glad to help me. Isn't that so?"

I grinned evilly.

End this game that fucked me over sideways many times? Sounded great!

"What would I have to do? Besides conquering the world, that is."

"Survive, and I will contact you again, eventually."

I nodded.

'So I must convince God of Humanity to start 'fast evolution rules' on Earth-Omega-0048, then also convince him to *not* isekai me into some human. And he has no reason to do only one, but not the other. Great! Sounds simple as fuck. Except it's NOT!'

I pulled on my hair and grimaced.

When I let it go, I felt my crown slide to the side. As I fixed it in place, I felt the engravings on its sides.

This wasn't the first bone crown/helmet made for me. *This* thing was the result of a painstaking work of the best Craftsmen and Artists, which turned a solid piece of human bone into a polished, elegant crown embellished with gold and colorful pieces of dragon scales.

I could remember the day Worriesgone and Things-Things presented it to me like it was yesterday. And I could imagine their pain at the news of my disappearance.

As well as that of other bees. And of course, Ambrosia's.

My beautiful bee-wife wouldn't let herself show weakness when the entire Empire depended on her, but on the inside, her heart would be bleeding.

I had to return to them, and live long and happy lives together, even if I will have to fall on my knees before God of Humanity and beg.

And the Goddess of Bitches, of course. I had to placate her or to deal with her, or my victory will quickly turn into ash.

As I thought this, an idea sparkled in my head. It was still vague, and risky, but it was more than I had just a moment ago.

I took a deep breath.

"Mr. Dalmanrach, before we call the court back—may I ask you some questions about The Game's rules?"

"Of course. What do you want to know?"

"First, how do the gods decide whether a creature is one species or the other? Especially since the same species look different in different worlds! I mean. I'm guessing that they are different. Goddess of Bees looks like a bee, but certainly not like myself…"

Dalmanrach chuckled, but ignored my slip of tongue. I was probably being cautious for no reason at this point—the former God of Dodos clearly wasn't here to snitch on me.

Then he began to explain the complicated and convoluted rules on the subject, and as I listened to them, I became more and more convinced that my idea can work.

'I will be back in time for lunch,' I cheered myself up. 'Nobody will have much time to worry about my disappearance!'