Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

His left eye twitched, and in an instant, his whole face was sour. "Yes, no, well, Mott, I can't tell you that. The lieutenant will throw me into Shalak's gaping mouth!

"Okay, fair." There was a silent pause between us. "But someday I'll get it out of you!"

"You try," he chuckled, his gaze meditating again. "Like, how do you get your huge body to come here and grow out of your tail... Can you somehow be more efficient? "

More-, huh?" What do you mean?

He gestured uncertainly with his hands, his lips closed in thought. You know. I'm assuming you're still able to grow more body parts and so on, so is it possible for you to create a kind of mediation?

"What, like a third body?" I asked, spotting a brief pause in his muffled chit-talk.

He pointed a finger in my direction: "That's right! You can regrow from either body, so if you have a body between them, you can use it to transform them. Or something else. By the end, his voice seemed to tremble a little, and he looked at me with a look that really looked like he was asking for a reprimand. It's not what I want to do——?

Don't get me wrong, I'm not too impressed by this idea. Splitting into two separate bodies is already uncomfortable for me, so a third body might make me even more uncomfortable. However, looking into his eyes seeking punishment, I couldn't completely ignore him.

"Uh, uh, Fern, I'm not very good at concentrating, and I might be processing a little too much sensory information at once..."I said, hoping that what I said was true and not something I made up. On the spot.

He looked at me for a moment, assessing whether I was ignoring him completely or just asking for clarification. He decided to choose the second.

"You don't need to get physically active. Even big. It might just be a little thing that doesn't do anything. If it just replies when a specific word is spoken, then there is no problem with inattention, right? "

He... A fair point was made.

The only real reason I was able to have two bodies was that my larger body didn't do anything that required much consciousness. Suppose, if I put another body in such a state that it wakes up only at the mention of a certain word, then there is no doubt that it will work.

Well. , he really has a point. They must have taught him at the academy.

I nodded, feeling my head and tail gently lap against my collar. "You're right." When I saw his incredulous gaze, a fire lit up in my eyes. "Let's do it."

Since we were both strictly ordered not to do anything and not to disturb anyone, we got to work almost immediately.

Based on the end of my tail, I got to work.

The body will be as small as possible, equipped with only the most basic parts I can imagine. To ensure its survivability, it has a total of four cores, three embedded with three larger tentacles and one embedded in the main head area. Each of these three tentacles has an eye and a mouth, which is the bare minimum, and two tentacles, each of which in turn divides into two, or even smaller, tentacles, just to act as feet. This means that the body itself, although only 60 centimeters tall, can still move freely if it wants to.

The fourth core, the "head", possesses only one aspect that ordinary tentacles do not have, namely a single bat-like ear. This will allow it to hear sounds normally.

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and... Right there. As I planned, it was very small. It felt strange that my consciousness was split in two like this, even more so when I was staring at myself. Worst of all, I started to feel uncomfortable looking at my own face. Damn it. That's exactly what I look like, right? , bro.

It wasn't in the plan, though, to let it stand like this, so after my colleague Fern (the creator of this body) took a look, I casually bit off my tail and let the creature go.

I took a few steps.

Sure, getting smaller feels weird, but it's no stranger than being ridiculously big. I let it move a little bit, test my athletic limits, and only then give it the final command to fold up.

Now, it's a bad idea to spread it all out and stick all the tentacles out. So I'm going to keep folding it, just like I do now. My tentacles wrapped tightly around myself. Only a small part is left to see and hear. In the end, we are left with a small three-sided pyramid. It's small enough to fit in the palm of your hand with just a little force.

I gave it to Fern. He looked at me with a slight hesitation, then took it in his hand.

His hand was warm beneath me, and through the gap between my tentacles, I could see that his eyes were studying me, and his interest and curiosity were growing by the day.

"You're light," he said, weighing me in his hands.

He handed it back to me, and I took it, just as the cockpit door in the hall slid open. Tiffin's grim face came into view, and I saw his eyes sweep down the hallway, landing on me and Fern, and then on the little pyramid in my hand.

He walked into the hall with his usual solemn dignity and walked towards us, and the lieutenant, meekly bowing his head, scrambled to follow him. Beads of sweat broke out on the lieutenant's forehead, but even when he saw our undignified situation, he could not arouse the real anger that a man like him deserved.

Fern immediately realized the situation he was in, and immediately stood up, frantically trying to wipe off his knees and straighten his uniform before any of his managers pointed out how dishonorable his appearance was.

Is it me on the other side? Well, I'm just sitting here.

I should probably do something to greet Tiffin and the others, but his stern gaze scared me, and I could already feel my little pyramid self trembling in my hands.

In just a few moments, he was standing above me. From the small eyes of the pyramid, he is huge and majestic.

"What are you holding in your hand, Mott?" He asked, his voice and eyes cold as ice. I wanted to swallow, but I could still keep my eyes on him.