Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

As happened after such events, the world continues to function.

I'm not sure how long it took for Tiffin to poke his head into the room and ask if I'm okay, but I think it's probably between five minutes and five hours?

As is customary, I told him I was fine. I don't know if he believed it or not, but at least he let me stay here. Just for a moment.

I leaned back on his bed and closed my eyes. The world turned starry black, and I felt like I was back in the stars.

It's kind of funny, right?

As I made it all the way here, it felt like I could do almost anything. All the stars and all the planets I see are just stars and planets. The universe is inhabited by trillions of humans and aliens, but from such a distance, all I see are small dots of light. No matter what happened in their world, whether it was war, slavery, or famine, I couldn't see it from here. Everything is the same.

I absentmindedly brought another spaceship-sized rock I'd ever seen in front of me. I crush it easily.

If I had brought only one main tentacle to the rebel base, no soldiers would have died. Of course, there are a lot of rebels, but isn't it okay to arrest them too? No one has to die. It may have——, it may have....

In my hands, the rocks were ground into powder.

... No. This situation ... It shouldn't have been me at all. It's true? If I start killing to protect the humans I care about, when can I stop? Is there really a day when I'll have enough?

It's just... I can't.

There was a line on the beach that I couldn't cross halfway through.

I slowly put the stone in my mouth. I don't want to think about it anymore. This time, I crave that simple, monotonous worldliness.

It feels like many years have passed. (in so many later chapters).

When I heard someone call my name out of the blue, I snapped back to my senses. For a few seconds, my consciousness went on looping until I was back in Tiffin's room. It seems that I am not alone anymore. Behind the tawny blonde was a pair of sunken eyes that looked nervously at me. "Mott?" Art asked. "Are you okay?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so."

Art made a strange expression, then turned away, and Tiffin stood straight, surrounded by an open doorway. Tiffin walked through the doorway almost like a silent ghost, past Art, and over to where I sat silently. I looked up at him. His face was gloomy, but I could tell he was hesitant.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say it. Maybe I should tell him I'm okay? I'm not sure if it worked last time, but if I'm lucky, he might- he

slipped a hand away from behind his back and reached out to me with something in his hand. For a moment, I was stunned and couldn't do anything but look at it. "Is this...?"

"Stun Gun," Tiffin explained simply. I glanced between his shadowy face and the blaster. He pushed it against me, if only out of politeness, if only because I didn't know how to refuse this man, I accepted. "I pray you don't need it, but when you do, this blaster can make all the difference."

I wanted to tell him that with my physical condition, I didn't need it.

There are a lot of people on this damn galaxy who need the stun gun more than I do. Maybe I won't let it go. It's small and easy to put in my hand. I hugged it to my chest and nodded to him. "Yes," I said, wiping my eyes. "I'll keep it with me all the time. Thank you"

he bent down, his face exposed to the light. With a smile on my face, it made me feel a little better. Now his face is on the same level as mine. "It's a war, Mott. I don't expect you to understand. It's not your war, you have to accept that. I know you must have a lot of feelings, and may even be eager to join in on the action in order to keep the casualties to a minimum. You have to know that this war is not your responsibility.

"But what if it is?" I pressed the stun gun closer to me. "Isn't it everyone's moral duty to do everything in their power to prevent atrocities?"

He nodded. A simple example to show that I'm not just talking. "Yes, but only to the extent he can do it. Do you think your meekness is one of your greatest weaknesses? "

My... Supple? I felt my eyebrows wrinkle together. Softness. He may not be referring to my physical weakness, but to my moral weakness. "I want to... If I wasn't weak, I could do more for the world. For the whole galaxy. I like to eat bad guys. Haha, that's too much, humor, relieve my huge stress and ability!

Shake your head. "A weak man is one who avoids war at all costs. When all this is over, it is the weak who rebuild society. A lot of people have become cold because of this war, but after the war is over, they can no longer be soft. It's a one-way street, and I'm afraid you'll get to the day of it. He pressed a hand to my chest. So when this war ends, we will need you more than we do now. "

I looked down at my knees." ... You promise?

"Of course." He smiled sadly. "But, I suppose, from now on, we won't let you see such a tragic thing, okay?"

I smiled. "Okay."

He patted me on the shoulder and stood up. I pinched his sleeve before he could fully turn. He turned to look back at me. "Well, sir?" I glanced down at the stun gun on my leg. "Are you sure I should keep this? I mean, I don't really know how it works or whatever, and I don't want to hurt anyone by mistake, so..."

He scratched his chin and turned to Art, who was still standing in the doorway, a little dumbfounded. "Soldier, would you like to assist Mott?"

Art was taken aback and jerked forward. "Yes, yes, sir! I will, sir!

Tiffin nodded at him, then turned to look at me with a gentle look in his eyes. I'm afraid I still have a lot to do after this incident, especially to investigate the situation of the prisoners. "

“... Prisoner? I asked. I thought there wouldn't be anything, because we almost just spoke for us with blasters and rushed through the whole thing, but maybe we were lucky? Either way, I think it's a win.

"We are very lucky," he said. His brow furrowed inadvertently. "On the contrary, I guess we should be a little happy. It seems that since the explosion hit, uh, you, they haven't hit anyone else. I haven't had time to meet him yet, but as far as I know, the rebel leader seems to have been taken aback by your presence and has not made any real struggle. "

I—I see—" I fiddled with my thumb. Hmm, I guess that's good, right? That- he didn't die, that's it. It would have been—" I shook my head.

Tiffin looked at me with a strange expression. "I admire you for being so magnanimous to the man who almost took your life."

I shrugged. "I guess I don't want to see him again, but life is life, whether I agree with them or not, right?"

For a few seconds, he just looked at me. Then, he turned and walked away, took three steps towards the door, and then stopped again. "In any case, I want you to maintain this moral stance. Cherish life, Mott. Finally, in a deep voice, he said, "Don't be like me. "I suspect he meant to let me or someone else hear.

I watched him leave, and then Art walked in, his expression visibly conflicted. Not that I feel any different. How else can I feel after a day like this? Everything was a mess, but everything seemed to calm down a bit. At least for me.

Of course, not all of them died. If I had been a little more cynical, I would have been upset, but I couldn't allow myself to feel that way.

I held the stun gun a little tighter. Maybe I'm short-sighted? Now, I have that kind of body that can hurt and kill, but I don't think I can do anything other than that. I looked down at the stun gun. Yes, that's what I should be. It's impossible to kill someone, but if I do, I should at least try to make something that immobilizes. Ha, smart!

Looking down at my hands, I couldn't help but feel like I could do something. I don't want to change my body on the outside, but if there's something hidden inside me that I can out, then....

Okay, okay, I've got an idea. I don't usually think much about how my body works, but one thing I know is that my mouth is a hole in which you can put things, like tentacles.

"Mott, what are you doing?"

I looked up. Oh yes, Art should show me how the blaster works! "Uh, sorry, Aite, I just wanted to make some modifications to my body. Don't be afraid, I want to be better prepared when I need to be able to limit others, or when things outside the world come. "

I see..." his tone was clear, indicating that he didn't really understand what I was trying to do. Ha.

"It shouldn't take me too long to finish. You, uh, you don't mind waiting, do you?

He shook his head, his sand-blond hair fluttering in the wind. "Not at all. I guess I'll just sit down, right? He walked over and sat down at Tiffin's desk, looking at his surroundings with a long face. This is the Commander's room, right? I

turned back to my hands. A pair of mouths, here!

Long mouth? Cost: 5 (you have 137,660) millions, as if stones and crystals don't need money, haha.

Yes, sir, both of them!

137 660 -> 137 650

I can't see it at all, but I do have a pair of mouths on my hands. Just to test the time, as if tapping with pliers, I opened and closed my mouth slightly. With this, I can eat three times faster...!!

But I'm not done yet.

Sure, putting your mouth on your hand can be an easy way to scare people, but that's only a few seconds at most. I need more. So, to make them as long as possible, I grow a pair of tentacles in my mouth.

137 650 -> 137 648

I opened my mouth and watched with a little disgust as the long tentacles slipped out. These things were so much longer than I thought I could poke Art without moving at all. I wouldn't do it because I think he looked as worried as I was, but I imagined it in my head. Well. Good idea.

-Then! Technically, it was sufficient, but I didn't quite believe in it, so I put four more tentacles at the ends of them, I guess to form a protrusion like a hand. That way, with my natural strength, I can lift a person with as easily as you would lift a toddler to prevent them from breaking more plates and bowls. Ha

137 648 -> 137 640

Indeed, like a hand. I bent my tentacles slightly and tried them on. With that, I'm an organic trapper, right? It doesn't block too much, but I can definitely use them as an organic shield in a terrible situation.

"So, uh," Art looked at me strangely, "what are those?" "

Trappers," I said. In case I lose my stun gun, or I need a quick way to restrain someone. I turned them over and felt their feel and weight." I might need to train with them a bit, I'm not quite sure how..."I looked at Art slyly. “...... We should train a little bit so that... You wouldn't mind, would you?

Art let out a swallowing sound.