Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

Thoughts were confused, panic and fear contorted my face into a reluctant expression. I smiled, the corners of my mouth crooked, unreal. "Hey, don't worry! Seriously, it doesn't matter. I was... Hey, it's funny, I don't even need to sleep! Isn't that interesting? Even if I close my eyes and don't think about anything, I can't sleep! I was about to tell the Commander about this, when I... Well, you know what's going on. Seriously, don't worry, Aite. I tried to force my body into a state of confidence and consolidation.

For a few seconds, Art didn't say anything.

Then, he took off his helmet. Blonde hair is thinning, and many strands of hair stick to the half-sweaty forehead. Everything showed a sluggish expression, as if he hadn't showered in a long time. Stinky tofu? However, although we were less than half a meter apart, I couldn't smell anything from him other than his usual scent.

The dim light of the corridor outside shone softly in his cold eyes. When I was in the cafeteria before, those eyes seemed blank and distant. And now, they're too close to me, burrowing into my body and making new sweat break out on my back. He was very close.

"I said I wouldn't sugarcoat my words. Why are you? I looked at him blankly. I'm sorry. Seriously. See, it's as simple as that. I behave like a donkey for no reason, and so do they. We don't have any excuses, especially me. I

raised my hands to try to reassure him. No, it's fine. Don't worry about this.

He grimaced in disgust. Boy, although you are not human, you also have feelings. I can see them in you. I can't call myself a good character judge, but what if someone did what we did to me? Oops, I'm going to stick a blaster in their ass! "

I-" I tried to restrain my impulses and told him not to worry. I...... It's not like I don't understand why you're doing this, so—"

Aite sneered. "Just because you have a reason doesn't mean things are right. And the reason we have is completely unreasonable! The simple fact that you're not human is not a reason to treat you like some kind of damn tool. For that," Art bowed his head, revealing his scalp, "and I sincerely apologize. does not represent them or anything. They don't even see what's wrong with it. No, I apologize for the way I treated you. "

I swallowed hard." If you help, they may attack you as well. He

just smiled. Then let them go! I looked at him with wide eyes and amazement. If they don't accept this guy who saved them less than a day ago as a friendly roommate, why should I accept them?! "

I blink slowly." Well? The fog began to obscure my vision. Why are you-" My words turned into deep throat sobs. The world becomes blurry and loses focus. "I don't—" I choked. I couldn't see it anymore, Heavy tears slipped down my eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't, don't..."

Aite took my hand. Then, as my mind raced for some kind of excuse, some kind of explanation that might not worry him, he pulled me into his arms. Even though I'm crying. Shouldn't he have at least a little hesitation? My alien tears can be acidic, you know? Ha

, but, when my face was buried in his hard armor plates, I couldn't help but notice that it didn't penetrate at all. His armor is indeed hard. The armor on his arm pressed against my back, and the armor on his chest pressed me against him....

It's tight. It's really tight. It was so tight that he seemed to be squeezing my tears out. Like, come on man, you don't need to hug me so hard.

But...... But it doesn't matter. He could even hold me a little harder if he wanted to. I can accept it.

Eventually, even my tears dried up. Art let go of his arms around me and looked into my eyes without a hint of pity or reproach. If anything, he seemed to respect me more. A faint smile lingered on his lips. "Are you feeling better?"

I nodded violently and wiped my face with my arm. "Yes. Yes...... I think so. "

My heart felt like it was on fire. A line of words repeats itself, scurrying like a mad millipede.

He really cares. He really cares. He really cared about how I felt!

His smile deepened. "That's good. When I found out that you had passed out, I really thought you were probably dead or something. You do encounter a lot of weird aliens in your line of work, but you haven't really met them, so I don't know if that's what your species does. Then again, it's like you passed out in the middle of the hallway an hour ago, so... Is this just something you do?

"No, no! That's just because it's so hard to fully focus on all of my body, so whenever I switch my main consciousness, I have to give up control of my current body. I'm also sorry if this seems a little weird.

Art nodded dumbly. Uh-huh. Many corpses. I see. "

I felt the need to explain my physiology to him, but before I could do so, he yawned." Let's go back to the dormitory. It's too late. "

I draw my lips very thin." Okay, of course—"

He hesitated, then stood up again. "Listen, if they don't accept you, then we'll sleep with the astronauts, okay?"

I took a sharp breath, my chest filled with the confidence that Art exuded. "Yes, sir!"

"Man, don't call me sir, it's weird."

"Sorry, reflex."

We left the robot (called the astronaut) behind and returned to the dormitory. My heart was beating all the way. Somehow, it felt like everything was about to go wrong.

The door to our dorm room was high above us. Did you feel so depressed last time? Was I so nervous?

Well, not exactly. I was the only one who was injured last time. Now if something happens, Art will also be kicked out. But I'm not going to let that happen. No, if they try something like that, I'll fight back! I-, I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. I don't know what means, haha.

Aite slapped me twice on the back. I looked up at him.

He hung his helmet around his waist, revealing a slightly worried face. Oddly enough, he didn't look as worried about the future as he was about me. "Hey, relax, kid. It's going to be fine, okay? Don't look so ominous. "

I tried to smile. Do I look ominous? "Sorry, I'm a little nervous.

He smiled reassuringly. Well, let's get started. "

My smile cracked a little. We came too fast. Oh, my God.

Art opened the door. There were three men in there, and they were all stripped naked now, and I could see their faces clearly. It seems that the nighttime dress code here is just boxers, and I respect that. However, the first time I saw these people face-to-face was when they were barely clothed, it did feel a little strange.

All their eyes were on the two of us. They seem... Surprisingly sorry. It's a bit hard to say because I've never been good at reading people, but they almost seem to regret it.

There was silence for a few seconds. I began to think about whether I should bite through the hull and escape. Aite cleared his throat and crossed his arms solemnly.

Two of them looked down at the floor, while a third man – a man who looked about 40 years old, much older than the other two who looked as young as Art – looked me straight in the eye. In the same way, the man seems to be much older mentally. When he looked at me, his eyes were filled with real power. Then, when I marveled at how mature he looked, he lowered his head.

Hey, you don't need to do that! We have disagreements, but that doesn't mean you have to—

" I'm sorry," he said in a rude and remorseful voice. "We have judged you unfairly based on your appearance. This is not what a good soldier should do. Shoot first, then ask questions, this is the hallmark of a rookie. He turned and glared at the other two soldiers. They didn't even meet his gaze. Fearsome. I'm glad he didn't look at me like that. Oh wait, he's turning to me. His gaze softened. "Your name is Mott, right? Nice to meet you. I'm CT-990.

He held out his hand. I swallowed. For a moment, I wondered if skin-to-skin contact was harmful, or if the radiation in my body would somehow penetrate into him. But this is all stupid speculation. I took his hand. "Well, thank you, sir."

He smiled strangely. "There's no need to call me that. We're on the same field, aren't we? "

Well, I think so. It might feel a little strange to call him 990 or even CT-990....

No, wait...... Wait a minute. Haven't I heard the name before?