Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

From this low angle, not only did my own body appear looming and huge, but even the main entrance seemed looming and huge, and its height was still only about twenty meters, less than one-third of my body. Kook. Well, there's nothing stopping me from getting in, let's slide in!

...... Stuck.

There's also no handle to pull, so....

It was at this distance that the doors were almost in front of me, and I could clearly see their carvings. People in robes (yes, humans!) seem to use psychic power to magically lift things. Either it was, or someone threw boulders at them, and they tried to scare them away. Well. Isn't that three-ridged

boulder a little familiar, you say? yes, yes! It's the same stone on the right—

I turned to face a boulder on a golden pedestal.

The stone was exactly the same as the one on the door! Okay, maybe I'm going crazy, but this could actually be some kind of puzzle. I mean, it's not just the magicians who magically lift a boulder, it's the carving that happens afterward. The whole process seems to involve the whole magical realm deeply, and all the puzzles and locks require not just one wizard, oh no, but two

men. Imagine if there really were wizards! It was just—the thought excites me so much that I can barely calm my non-existent mind. Ha.

Who doesn't love wizards??magicians!spin in the air!shoot lightning and fireballs!are the dreams of any little boy who can't stand real life!

aha. This must be something religious, right? Like Jesus and Siddhartha doing magic floats and walks on water. yes, so be it.

That means it can't be taken literally, right? yes.

I let the body closer. The strength has increased to such an extent that the body is already three times the size of the door itself, and pushing the door open is only a matter of restraint. After all, don't want to damage the cool wizard carving. It creaks open, revealing the inside. As my subject sits outside like a puppet, I waltz inside myself.

...... Phew, ah, this must be some kind of temple.

Magnificent columns stretch from the pristine floor to the elegant ceiling. At the base of the column, four statues stand proudly, but only two of them remain unfinished, and one is more striking than the other. Two of the statues depict humans holding long sticks, while the two unfinished statues are apparently more... It's aliens. The full man is dressed in a robe and holds a square instead of a baton, but the really interesting part is his head, which has no hair and is made up of three thick tentacles. His eyes were hollow, but his face was kind.

The most unfinished statue is hard to identify, but the thing on the leg doesn't quite resemble a human because it has three joints.

But the hall of these statues alone is far from complete, and there are several now-destroyed benches next to it. In the corner of the room lay a thick unused table.

No, wait, the table isn't completely unused yet! there's something on one of them, and the idea makes me very, very happy.

Perhaps, it's an abandoned temple!an urban explorer's dream!Oh, it's also on an alien planet, and it's... I think it's cool too.

I slipped over to my desk.

There's less stuff in it. A small blue tablet and all sorts of strange tools, it looks ultra-modern, but at the same time not completely unimaginable in terms of design. I don't know what these do, and because I actually kind of respect the place, I don't eat these tools randomly, it might give me points. Snake!

... I noticed a simpler pliers-like tool. Good. 3

150 -> 3 300

days. It's a really sweet deal! The pliers are a bit hard to chew and don't have any really pleasant features. 3/10。

I won't eat the rest, though!, I made a promise, and I'm going to keep them.

There was a small white crystal on the bench with a black symbol engraved on it, which sparkled on me. Why, hello, crystal. I held it in my hand. Feel it tremble. I didn't hesitate to put it in my mouth. Free. Innocent. Untamed. The long wait...

3 300 -> 14 300 Wow, I like you so much, dear white crystal!

Maybe it's because it's tamed and colored? These are some of the stranger crystals.

Let's move on,

but there's one thing left on the table. In the very middle, surrounded by all the tools and supplies. It is supported on a small bracket that seems to be designed only to support it. Whatever this thing is. A small cylinder, but it has such an intricate design and all these buttons and holes, I can't imagine it being as simple as an ornament. And, considering it's surrounded by advanced tools, it's a complex thing in itself.

I grabbed it. Wow, surprisingly, it fits almost perfectly on the grip of my smallest tentacles. It's like it was made to be carefully grasped.

I hold it up in front of my eyes and look at it from all angles. The cylinder has an opening on one side and a closed on the other. Spooky. It appears to be made of some kind of near-cyan metal alloy that is sparkling, like freshly fallen snow. Well. Oh, there's a button! I wonder what that does—and I

stab my face on it.

Oh fuck,。。。。。。

I threw the damn thing to my side and shrank back in pain and fear. What the hell ——, did it——, it hurts! It felt like someone had pierced my face with a damn burning iron rod! Damn, it burned! The hot flames came out of nowhere and pierced me! My body seemed to be boiling from the inside, burning and bubbling. The thing was still lying there, and I could barely see it.

My vision was blurred by the pain, and the white-hot pain hit me like lightning. It was like someone had stabbed a freshly forged sword in my face. The main consciousness of my body was destroyed with a single stab, and both eyes and a large amount of flesh were taken away.

Worst of all, I can only barely feel how it recovered. It was as if the fiery sword hissed and sealed my flesh, making it difficult for me to recover, slowly. Inefficiency.

The thing was still lying there. Obviously, the metal cylinder is just the handle. The rest was a purple flaming sword. I don't know if there's anything in there, but if not, I'll be impressed with the technology.

It was so scary that I got goosebumps at the thought of touching it.

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