Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

I don't think I need to eat that big crystal? yes, you guess so! I... Actually happy about it because all things considered, the temple is actually really cool.

... I hope that one day I will be able to visit it again, but not too much.

I open my arms and feel my new size and 18 new assistive arms. Perfect upgrade.

The asteroid had already crashed into me, causing almost no damage. I'm back again, (a bit like the bald head of the East of the Earth haha)

but it's really stronger, bigger...!

Now, I think, it's time to eat.

A relatively large asteroid is approaching me. Numerous tentacles grabbed it, crushed it, and fed smaller portions into my main tentacles. Smaller fragments were captured by my tentacle web. I eat, I eat, I eat. Even the largest asteroids are now in my hands and can be easily shattered. One after another, I saw the world with 400 eyes, I should be looking at the universe! Touching it with too many tentacles, eating it with 180 mouths, I slowly returned to its rhythm. Eat, eat, eat. Think, think, think.

A few minutes passed.

I eat, I eat, I eat.

A few hours passed.

It felt like endless space seeped into my huge mind. A little bit of thought in black and white.

The days passed.

I don't know if I'm still thinking about it. My brain only remembers three things. Eat everything around me, keep track of how many points I have, and use them to level up the behavior of anything. Sometimes I save money to increase the size. Sometimes I splurge on a skill. I rarely think about anything other than this endlessly repetitive cycle of eating and buying. I'm eating space, but when I eat it, space fills me with its 99.9% empty space.

I was attracted to monotonous behavior.

Eat, consume, repeat. My eyes became heavy and tired.

Scratch, pinch, eat, repeat. My body moves fast, but my mind is like half-dried paint.

Holding, chewing, shattering, eating, repeating and repeating, my mind became thin, illegible, and exhausted.

Oh my God, I'm tired.

Is this all about my life? It's not much better than my student life. The only difference is that I don't take the initiative to let everything I try fail. My parents don't bother me about what I didn't do. No professor told me that I should take their classes if I wanted to have a chance to pass.

Nothing can force me into my dorm, my room, in my head.

Nothing.

But I'm still not happy. Despair.

I thought that the thought of death had disappeared from my mind, but here, when my mind left my body, my body did nothing but eat, and now my mind wandered over the inevitable.

Let's say I'm still dead. My body probably doesn't age at all. If I continued to get bigger and stronger at this rate, I might never be killed. Eternal life for all generations

?Has death rejected me?Does my eternity have to be consumed?

... I thought, in that case, I'm going to have to do it.

I eat.

Time passes.

Until no.

I grabbed a rock. I eat a stone. I grabbed another rock. I ate another stone. I grabbed another stone. I ate another stone. I.....

I grabbed a piece of scrap metal. I eat...

My hand stopped. Four hundred pairs of eyes turned to what I was holding. It's boring. A little heavier than normal rocks. Molded into a strong, flat shape. Parts were torn and destroyed.

I examine it with a small eye. Fading red paint. Detail.

This...... It's part of something. Something man-made.

And then the rest appeared. A cloud of small metal shrapnel, some small and some large. The propellers, the windshield that still has cracks in the surrounding glass, the spoiler, the rocket...

A human being.

He slowly floated into my outstretched hand. The helmet was cracked, the arm was gone. I looked at him from afar and could not see any details, but my eyes were on my hands, and I saw his distant eyes, as black as the endless space mind, disappearing like time. The frozen water stuck to his eyelashes. The skin is as pale as a winter cloud. His body was stiff and motionless.

Oops, ah!!

Body. Dozens of corpses. Some wore cracked glass helmets, others wore only boxer briefs and shirts. Those who still have eyes see nothing. Those who do not have them can only see the same nothingness. They were all so small, so small—I could barely hold one of them, and then I released them again, watching sleepily as they faded into the final grave.

I wish I had a breath that would tremble. I hope tears roll in my eyes. I wish I could give everything for these.

With the exception of my late uncle, I had never seen a human corpse before. I was a child, he was too young, but I wish I never saw another corpse again, not like this, not like these men, women and crew, who floated like swollen pillows in the pool of regret, not like these unfortunate fellows, who could never find a real rest, who slipped into the depths of space like ghosts in the night, who passed me without whispering, without shouting.

My hands brushed them all. I held their hands as they floated to the other world. My hands were shaking, but their hands were stiff and cold.

A man in white armor. It's not so much fear as shock.

An older man in a black double-breasted suit. Regret, pain.

His helmet was intact, but his clothes were torn. Sorrowful.

Cold, cold, cold.

Every body I touched and held was cold. Until I touch something that doesn't exist, my eyes light up and my thoughts burn like flares at night.