Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

He's still alive, oh God, he's not dead!

My attention was sharp, all eyes were on this man, his body was not stiff, it was just weak. Not hot, but not cold either. His suit was undamaged, and his helmet was undamaged. His eyes were closed, but I could feel his chest heaving as the misty breath lapped on the inside of the helmet as I gently hugged his upper body.

A man!

a living person, alive! everyone else has passed, died, gone, but this person, he's still alive! a living person, a person, a friend!

my body trembled with excitement, and this tremor only subsided when the man in my hand made a movement.

Oh-oh, I'm sorry, I-, I thought you were sleeping, are you okay? I'm sorry, I'll let you go- the man's

eyes widened, he opened his mouth, and for a second or two, his mouth kept opening wide. He—Is he screaming?...

- Then his eyes rolled back and his mouth closed.

Uh-, uh-huh. That'——,Are you okay?...

I poked him in the chest. No response. Is he-?he's got ——?!

oh god oh fuck -!!oh shhh

Hey, calm down, I! Take a deep breath. Take it easy. He's still breathing, right? Then he can't die again, right?

Well, yes, but... There's not a lot of air in this little thing! Even if he's alive now, he's going to die! It'——, it's going to be... Too bad. It's horrible. What can I do? Whatever I can do to take him to a good place,

a memory hits me like a bat.

Ilsa. As far as I know, this is the only place in the entire despicable asteroid belt where there is oxygen.

I turned my body. Ilsa, in fact, is not far away. The hard part will be really getting there. Now, though, I need to make sure this guy is safe, i.e. wrap him in a tentacle cocoon. I certainly hope he won't mind.

I started moving. Unlike before, I have now found a novel way to move, and that is to imitate jellyfish. It must have looked weird, but it worked.

I was a little shocked. Until now, when I'm actually holding someone, I never really realize how big I've become. The fact that my eyes are several times larger than this one scares me. My smallest tentacle was as thick as his arm, but more than five times as long. I don't want to risk guessing our size comparisons. After all, he was still very small.

As Ilsa got closer, my chest grew panicked and bigger until I felt myself being grabbed by the gravitational field around me.

It's harder now, though, and I can feel it trying to drag me along completely, but I'm helping me by moving with it, allowing myself to revolve around the earth.

At the same time, I used a full three gripper tentacles to reinforce the protective bubbles around him. If he gets hurt, I don't even know what to do.

The body quickly entered the atmosphere, and once inside, I opened as many tentacles as I could to slow and guide me down towards the pillar of light. It's a long way off, but it's close enough. The fall itself took about five minutes, and when I started to really accelerate, really get closer, I wrapped almost all of my tentacles around him and supported the others from the impact, using myself to cushion the fall.

Finally crashed into the hillside next to the temple, and although I immediately knew that he was not injured, I don't know if he was also injured.

I anxiously peeled off my tentacles. He- is he okay, is he still alive?! is he done?

he was lying there, right above one of my many tentacles.

Breathe softly.

Phew, thank goodness... Phew, it's close! Man, I was about to-, and

a small light inside his helmet began to slowly flicker red.

What does that mean? Does that mean -,,

it starts flashing a little faster?

Well, yes, damn it, let's bring him in!I

wrapped my third tentacle around his weak body and tore open the heavy doors of the temple with the rest of my body. Then, with most of my body outside, I pushed him in, forcing him and my too-thick arms through the door below the stairs, into the hallway, through the door, into the cave, and although I was sure that this was technically enough, I kept going, my tentacles pushing inward and wide, over the ice and stalactites until I saw a warm glow in the distance, and when I found it, I turned that corner and came to the oasis of that shopping mall, and my heart swelled, and I finally let go of my nervous grip on him and gently placed him on the soft vines and grass。

His helmet was still flashing, and it was faster.

What else can I ——, do!?I'll take you to this oxygen-rich place, where you should have plenty of breath!Please, helmet, why don't you wake up and get to work

?The helmet flickered faster and faster, and the moisture in his breath became thicker and thicker inside the helmet, more and more condensed, forming condensation droplets, was he nervous?, his eyebrows were pinched together, his breathing was getting faster and faster, and the helmet did not relieve his pain.

Cronke, all right! So be it

! If you don't help him, then I'll help him!

I ripped off his helmet and threw it aside. It bounces a few times and then comes to rest.

The man took a few sharp breaths, his expression nervous, his chest heaving until...

He took a deep breath. Relax your eyes. His face gradually calmed down. Deep, dignified breathing.

My whole body, which I had squeezed through it all, was now stretched as far as it could, taking up most of the space, all eyes on him. I looked at him. Closely. His every move. Alone. A man. Alone. A friend. See. He really came. Someone to talk to. Someone exists next to it. Right here. With me.

He slept for hours and I bent over him the entire time I slept. Observing his every move, I found that there were not many movements. His breathing was shallow, in and out, and well controlled. I don't think he's snoring because his mouth is completely closed, but I can't tell because I'm deaf now. Maybe one day I'll invest in my ears, right? Anyway, at such a close distance, I can see the details of his face and body.

He's wearing this thin, dark green spacesuit, which might be really high-tech.

He's still skinny, right? I'm not sure, because his spacesuit is pretty loose, but his face is white and thin, and his cheekbones are surprisingly high and noticeable. Black eyebrows, back-combed hair of the same color. The ears are surprisingly long. Maybe he's an elf, or is he an alien, but he looks almost human,

and I'll be sure to ask when he wakes up.

But, man, he looks really serious. Even though he was considered relaxed, I suddenly felt the need to... Groveling in front of him, as if he were a professor with a particularly keen eye. Fearsome.

But he's all I have!

the first person I've met in a long time. Seeing a human face after so much is really calming. It's like in front of an old friend. Although I don't know him, he doesn't know me.

As long as he's a good guy, I'm sure everything will be fine.

I continued to stare at his still figure. He's not going to move much, is

he? Just looking at his statue-like complexion, I want to poke him and see if he's dead or something. But his chest was still heaving, and he must still be alive, even though he looked like an ice sculpture. I don't know how long it's been or how long he'll have to sleep, and now I'm starting to wonder if I should try to shake him awake ——,

his face twitches. Eyes huddled together. His face wrinkled.

-Shhhhh

I need to see him.

He rolls over, his arms move, his mouth opens and closes....

His eyes trembled and he woke up. They were muddy and blue, just like he had been when he saw me in space, just like then, and as soon as his gaze was focused on me, clinging to the vine roof, stretching into the dark cavern, they spread out and his mouth opened wide. Pure, vile fear.

-Damn, I knew he would-, fuck!

, and in a moment, I shrank my entire body out of the cave room he was in and into the cave passage, away from his gaze. Did he pass out again? Is he okay?

One of my eyes meekly scanned around the corner. Yes, he just sat there, his chest heaving and his eyes still wide open. Is he ——, dude, I hope he's okay, I didn't mean to scare him or anything, I really wasn't!

For a few seconds, his eyes were focused on the dark passage where I was hiding inside. I knew he couldn't see me because his eyes were flickering everywhere and he wasn't sure where to put his fear.

The moment passed, and his breathing calmed. The eyebrows turned into a simple expression of bewilderment, rather than pure fear. Oh, he's on his feet!Sure, his legs are shaking and his breathing still seems to be a little rapid, but he's standing up well!No, wait, I think he's saying something. Clenched fists? It's weird. Well.

... I don't think I'm very approachable to him.

This is forbidden. I'm a big tentacle man, he's a little spaceman. We can't coexist.

All in all, if I try to get close to him now as I do now, he's likely to scream again and pass out, which is almost the exact opposite of what I wanted. So- what do I do then? Not so long ago, I kind of accepted that no matter what I do, I'm going to look strange, but... Still.

The only real way to talk to this person is to lower to his level. Presenting a form that he can understand without being afraid.

Some kind of humanoid form.

- However, my main body is already large, and I think that if I try to press my tentacles into a human form, I will only look like a spaghetti giant instead of a friendly face. Well.

So, what about a table of its own size?

... Tentacles are like limbs, right?

Jesus. I can't believe I'm really thinking about this, but -, I

transferred my consciousness to my original form, still standing outside the temple. I held up a greedy tentacle and lifted it to one of my many eyes. Now it's compressed to look like a thick tentacle, but if I loosen it, it branches into several smaller tentacles. The smallest one was about the same size as the guy inside. Good. All right. Man. It's a terrible idea.

First of all...... Body. I think I'll add the whole form to this minimal tentacle? right. A tentacle, a base, a torso.

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right, right there. Now there are five more, two at the bottom, two on the top sides, and then there's another one between these two, like the neck/head.

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is there. It's like four limbs and a head. Now, both hands. Of course, I need a relative thumb, and... To be honest, I'm not sure if I can have a tentacle small enough to act as a separate finger, so I only have two non-thumb fingers.

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As for the feet... Two tentacles at each end is enough, right? toes aren't that necessary, right? right?

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... Well, yes. So far, I've got a body with arms, legs, and head, and — um, its ass sticking to my tentacles, so it looks like it has a tail too. Not very user-friendly, but it has to do it. Now, for the head. Two eyes and a mouth.

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Ocular structures found. Add a sense of independence?cost: 10 (you have 78 969)

yes I want that, thank you.

78 969 -＞ 78 959

...... Now that I think about it, it might be a good idea for this thing to have two separate consciousnesses. It's like a heart and a head, a comfort. I don't know how to do this without putting my eyes and mouth on my chest, though. - That is, unless I can somehow hide them.

Maybe use smaller tentacles? Oooh. Oh, I'm going to have five tentacles on each side and hide them like zippers!

Let's take a look.

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oculo-otic structures found. Add independence consciousness to the cost: 10 (you have 78 958)

That's too, yes.

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Now, I... It's not quite done yet. The body only has a mouth and eyes, but nothing else. What I want to buy is the kind of thing that looks like a person, like –

buy nasal access? cost: 5 (you have 78 928) buy ear cost: 5 (you have 78 928)

right, two each, in place.

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is just that. Of course, it's not like a nose, it's more like a snake's nostrils,

but - but I can smell it. Fresh cold air, clean air, snow and the fresh smell of everything. In there. I almost forgot what it was like to smell something, and here it is. It's great. Fabulous. A feeling that I forgot to miss, brought me the most basic human feeling and allowed me to fully appreciate it.

Then there's listening. Sure, the ears are big, pointy and thin, more like the ears of a bat than a human ear, but do I care? No! I can hear the friendly wind. There was a creaking sound of snow creaking in the distance beneath my tentacles. White noise. Stationary. My own faint voice. It's not just the roar of my tentacles as it moves, it's not just the whistling of the wind when it's forcibly out of the way, it's not just the whistling sound of it circling around my body. No, I make some kind of innate noise, from my main core, from myself.

Like a silent roaring engine, beating and pounding like a giant dead heart under the floor. My ears were filled with sounds I had never considered before. That thunderous, unseen sound panicked me, but I didn't know why.

...... Looking at my near-human body, I can't help but feel like I'm not quite done yet. The bare bulbous head doesn't feel right. Empty.

If I put tentacles on it, it looks a bit like hair, right? probably. Of course.

78 908 -＞ 78 907

... Good enough.

Everything is almost done. There is only one thing left. I missed a feeling. Worried about what I'm going to taste, I've been denying one thing.

Cost: 7 (you have 78 907)

... That's it. yes, buy it. The last touch.

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I suddenly felt a spasm in my mouth, as if I had trapped a frog inside. But when I opened my mouth, all I saw was a plain, maybe a little too pink tongue. Neither bifurcated nor particularly long. I can't taste anything, but that's just because I haven't eaten anything right now. Although this may soon change.

- So, the time has come?

Yes. My body is complete and I can't wait to take advantage of it.