Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

Fern soon returned with a robot, and within minutes the milk was cleaned up. Typhin pondered, but I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Instead, I resisted the urge to wait. I probably (definitely) eat the whole stored food, but that might not be a good idea. Well. I wonder if I can still eat it? I mean, of course I can eat myself, but if I bite off an arm or something, ha. Can the chef here cook it to make it tasty?

...... In fact, I don't like the idea.

I better remember to check my species page to see if I have any toxins. In case of.

Soon, dinner was over. I sat in my seat until everyone else at the table had finished eating, and then I left to continue my research. As strange as it may seem, I completely forgot to check the accounts about my own species. I swear, I'm preoccupied with something very important! N-, not at all how space soap was invented and developed! Not at all.

I plugged my little data device into the socket next to the computer room door and slid it in. The door slammed shut behind me.

Well. I wonder why this place is so dark? Like, most of the rest of the place is well-lit, but it's almost dim here. Spooky.

I excitedly jumped back into my seat and put my ID into the hole in my computer. I was relieved that it started without any problems. It's a bit embarrassing if I can't start on my own, right?

Well, let's see here... What did that robot decide to call my species? Well.

I type the name "Mortholomew" into the search bar. No result. So, how about just using "Mott"? Yes? It's nothing? ... Mr. Well, maybe I shouldn't have expected anything from my name, but still. Because it's a bust, I'll find something about all the races and species in space. Just like humans.

...... I'm a humanoid, right?

Not. I checked it everywhere, and it seems that there are quite a lot of types. Like, a lot. Most people live on their home planet, but there are also many who travel to the stars to find happiness elsewhere. They often became (space) pirates or (space) bounty hunters, often leading to the fact that certain races (such as Rhodesians - fish-like people with big eyes) were known for their aggressive behavior.

It seems that many species are known mainly for some specific traits, but there is no real reason. There's a lot of generalizations here, which is a bit weird. For example, the Tireks (carnivorous people with two tails on their heads – apparently called "Lekku") are called dancers and strippers or whatever, but only because they are more beautiful than other species, and since they have been enslaved many times, this is only their main use. So even now, most of the Tireks who are not on the planet Ryloth can only find jobs like strippers. It's actually a bit disgusting, right?

He's just fat. Really fat.

Speaking of fat people, there is one creature that is so fat that it can barely move. I'm guessing the Hutts are more of a clan than a species, though? Well. One way or another, they lingered on the outer rim, amassing a lot of cash and... Slave.

Space slavery. It exists.

It made me... Out of sorts. I think I can understand why it exists. I mean, the galaxy is an incredibly huge place, so there's no way the government can get anywhere, but still... Brother, you have spaceships and robot servants. Why do you want objectively worse slaves? Worst of all, it is also not widely accepted. There just aren't enough manpower to do it.

... Heck, according to earlier reports, even the republics tried to do something about it, although they failed every time, and in fact it was just a waste that could be better spent on resources elsewhere.

Personally, I don't think there is a better use of resources than freeing slaves, but the authors of the report seem to be very adamant that it would be utterly stupid for the republic to even try to save them, so I guess it's not a good idea.

After all, these writers know a lot more than I do, and expecting space ethics to be the same as Earth ethics only leads me to conflict and rejection.

Other than that, I can't really find anything about myself. The more I use this computer, the more I can use it to search, but even though I look at the latest additions to this ship's database, there is no information about my own species. Well. Maybe I don't have permission? As far as I know, the ID I have only allows me to access the lowest level of information, which is probably just common sense for most astronauts.

In this sense, I think it makes sense that a whole new species is a little secret, at least temporarily.

...... But I haven't given up yet!

After all, I know a lot of people who have more authority than I do!

Well. Should I ask Fern? ...... I think it's better to bother him than to bother Tiffin because Fern doesn't usually do anything important, but I don't think he has the necessary permission either. The first thing he said when we met was that he probably didn't have permission to talk to me. As a result, Typhin would be the more reliable option.

He's always busy! This in itself is strange, because strictly speaking he is a guest on this ship!

Well, maybe he's not so busy now because we didn't do anything like fighting? Well, yes, it makes sense. I should be able to talk to him now.

...... But I'm still nervous! He's a nice guy, maybe a little overzealous about his work, but now all of a sudden he's become so unapproachable! He's just an empire and I'm just a space octopus when it's just the two of us on a random planet, but on this ship, he's the highest-ranked guy around, and I'm just a glorified pet!

Well, I'm really completely unsure what my role here is, so I guess, if anything, I'm more of an official stowaway, still!

Good. Good. Calm down, Mott! Even though he has a surprisingly high space rank in the Space Military, he's still your friend! Go ahead!

...... Okay, okay. Let's go!! I got up from my computer, took out my ID, and left.

Belch...... And in which direction is the cockpit? ......

There are only two roads on either side of the hall that can be lowered. I went right to the cafeteria, but I didn't go through there with the robot, so I thought I'd go left. As always, the hallway felt very clean without a single speck of dust. It looks metallic. In several places, a small group of soldiers passed by me. Since neither of us knows how to respond to each other (salute?) Waved? Kiss on the cheek? Hah.

So we just ignore each other and walk past. It works well because no one stops and/or screams at me.

After a long walk, I finally came to the cockpit door. This is the cockpit, as there are also two soldiers guarding outside. I wonder if they change every hour?

They stared at me. I stared at them. It was a little awkward, so I started talking

, "Uh, hi! Am I here to see Tiffin? "

They were wearing helmets, I couldn't see it, but I'm pretty sure they gave a quick squint." The commander was not there at this time. "

Huh? He's not? "So, where is he?"

"The commander didn't tell us," said another soldier.

Well. Well, that's a bit of a problem... Oh! But at least there is a way to check if he is in the room. "Thank you for your help! Good bye! I ran down a hallway and stopped. I closed my eyes. The first thing that caught my eye was the endless abyss of space. My myriad arms moved slowly and laboriously, delivering large pieces of flesh and bone fragments into my many mouths. Leviathan's half-eaten body stretched out in front of me. As a result of my unconscious use of points to grow, my body is now about the size of a Leviathan.

Still, it takes a lot of time to break down the body and eat the remaining pieces.

However, this is not the body I wanted. I closed my eyes again and let my consciousness switch again.

I creaked open one of the four eyes on this tiny body, at best, out of politeness. What caught my eye was the interior of the room. I couldn't see everything because my tentacles were wrapped around my core and eyes, but I could make out something. However, the only thing I really need and want to see is what I can see at the moment; Tiffin's back.

He sat at a table on the side of the room, tapping on his computer. Man, even though he's just sitting, his back is still straight. How long did it take him to learn, and even in private?

I'm curious how he grew up, ha.

I switched back to my little body and almost immediately realized that I was lying face down on the floor. Ah.

I sat with my body propped up and now realized that I wasn't alone. Yes?

“...... Art? "

Art was fully geared and looked almost flustered." Uh, yes. I'm guessing you're okay, right? "