Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

Art had been talking to one of the soldiers next to him at this time, and now he pulled himself together and turned to look at one of them, then quickly looked down at me and put a hand on my shoulder. He stopped slowly, and so did me and the others. "CT-990," he shouted to the approaching soldiers. "Don't come any closer. "

990 did stop, as Art urged, but he was more out of confusion. His grip on the gun seemed to be getting tighter, and it was clear that he was more confused than anything.

"Soldiers, what's going on with the grouping? I don't see any important officers who need your escort—" 990's words came to an abrupt halt as his gaze fell on me. In an instant, his body language became tense, like those space bugs seeing their prey, like a possum sniffing blood, like an ape noticing something to kill. Marauder's mark. Even so, after all this time, when his rifle fired, the muzzle opened in front of my eyes, like a black hole, and I was completely unable to react until I pulled the trigger and my world exploded in a dazzling light, and my world exploded. The sound of anything that had just happened rang in my ears.

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!!Damn, it's burning!Again!Why do these people need to shoot me in the head?!It's not pleasant at all, really, it just hurts!If I bite their heads off in reverse, will they like it!?Damn

, there's no choice, there's no choice.

My ears were still buzzing, my eyes were no longer visible, and most of my face was burned off. I vaguely heard someone making noise around me. Well, of course. It's better to heal this damn wound quickly.

As the soldiers around me shouted at the ringing in my ears, I was able to somehow show my other mouth and the other eye, the eye on my chest, allowing me to clearly see that every soldier in my vicinity froze at the sight of it. Oh, and some people seem to be trying to stop that murderer. All right.

Before anyone could react harsherly, I ripped off my head and chewed on it. The fastest way to do things.

Once my head healed in a matter of seconds and my hearing returned, I was able to speak again. However, I am not the first to speak.

"Mott, are you alright?...... "Art asked, and from the source of his voice, it seemed like he could pounce and subdue 990 in a matter of seconds.

"I'm fine, thank you. After another moment, the soldiers looked at each other. "But please don't shoot me in the face again. Very unpleasant.

Atte nodded. "Did you hear that, CT-990? He's not a Jedi, so he doesn't need to wield your blaster!"

"S-, sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. That won't happen again. "

... Well. Art doesn't blame this 990. It's kind of weird, what is he waiting for -

oh. His eyes were on me. Well. "It's okay, let him go. And—believe it! He was!990 staggered out of his grasp, adjusted his helmet, looked at me remorsefully, and hurried away with his companion.

It's so unnerving. But, somehow, we were able to keep walking. The conversation got a little stuck, though. I hope I haven't done anything wrong!"

"Tell me, Mott, what kind of creature are you?" Art asked.

"I'm a man! I've said it before!" I repeat in all seriousness. Hey, someday they're going to listen to me, right?"

"No, I mean... What the hell did you just do?" You can pretty much see how everybody turns their ears to us. "You cut off your head. Ate it. Nothing can be done without paying a big price. "

Ugh. "Anything but me. I replied immediately, and to prove it to him, I put my hand in my mouth and bit it off. Of course, it grew back in the blink of an eye, which visibly shook the soldiers.

"I can heal a lot of things. But I don't like those lively things. They were injured. So don't shoot me, that's the message I want to convey. I kind of wished it would pass, and I guess it did, because Art was a little bit away from me.

The lens changed. We exited the hallway and entered a semi-large storage area that seemed to be piled up with all sorts of things.

It's not huge, with lots of shelves with small nuts, bolts, books, and things I can barely explain. The metal machine stands motionless at the edge, like a statue, while the half-destroyed fragments look like futuristic motorcycles leaning against the wall. In one part of the area, there is a big basket, which seems to be our goal, because we are running towards it.

The first soldier to arrive would not hesitate to hand over the gun to the other soldiers, while sticking his arm into the basket. After fumbling for a while, he pulled out a dress that looked like pink. He held it up to me and compared it to me to judge its size. No, it's too big. He dug into the basket again. Take out a strange helmet. Put it back. Pull out a larger set. No, ah, how not.

Then, he pulled out a small set of almost all-white clothes, with a helmet next to him. He looked at me for a moment, then the helmet in his hand. "You don't need a helmet. "

yes, that's right. Despite this, the soldier seemed to be happy with the outfit he had found, and he gave it to me. It's my size, of course, that's for sure!

It has black boots and black gloves, just like Typhin wears, but the rest is mostly white, and more importantly, the size is perfect for kids. Like me. Damn it.

"I think we should be happy that we took this cadet uniform from the small rebel ship that we destroyed. Do you know how to get dressed, creature?" the soldier asked, walking closer than I did. I looked back at him. Weigh the clothes in your hands.

Of course I know how to get dressed! I'm not an animal, hehe.

I took off my robe with ease. The surrounding troops were a little panicked.

"Hey, boy, put it back! you're so indecent—" At that point, he must have realized that I had nothing to hide. “... All right. Of course. You haven't answered my question yet. "

To prove him wrong, I quickly tried to put on my pants, only to find, damn it, I had a tail. This was never a problem before. The policeman in front of me laughed and offered to help me, but I ignored him. I

took my pants off, but instead of doing anything stupid, I lifted the back of my pants to my face and pierced the back of my pants with one of my sharp teeth. Now when I put them on, my tail has a place to go through! Look, I can put on my pants! Now let's talk about the jacket, hehe. One arm in one hole, the other in another, now, for ——,

wait. There are no zippers. Damn - there are no buttons?!What

is-, how do I -,

"Need help, 'Student'?"

I could see him laughing! I could do it, I swear!

... Damn it. I can't.

“...... Please, if you will. "

Anytime," the soldier said, and then knelt down on one knee, fiddling a little, and the jacket was completely sealed. And then, a pair of boots, and — oh, wait, no gloves, and I only had three fingers on my hands. But, but! I'm dressed! I can't see myself clearly, but I'm sure I look stylish! Clothes, oh, the fun of clothes! Honestly, I? I know I said I don't miss my old days as a human being, but the clothes are really comfortable. Maybe a little tight, but damn it if I care. I missed the clothes.

The soldier stood up, dusted his knees, and was startled by something unseen and unheard. He placed one hand on his helmet. "Yes, sir, so be it, sir. Turned to me again. "The captain and commander want you in the cockpit. "

Oh? uh... Yes, that sounds great!

" We don't have time to waste, and that's a very important thing. "

Oh, thank you!, well, let's go!