Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

After a tense moment of whether I had been talking to Art for too long, suddenly the door slid open, revealing Tiffin. He stood up straight, as usual, with a dignified and stern uniform, and a neutral expression on his thin face. Still, it's easy to see that his blue eyes glow a little when he notices my presence. Ha You

"Mott. What a surprise. Is there something wrong? "What's wrong?" He asked steadily, with a look of genuine surprise on his face.

Oh man, now I'm feeling a little sad to worry about him. "It's all right, sir! Can I come in? "

Any space time, ha," Tiffin said, stepping aside to let me in.

Even after a few hours in the room, it is still almost completely impersonal. This is yet another testament to Typhin's boundless professionalism on every occasion. In comparison, I'm really just a polite little squidward! Isn't it? Well. The next time I do my research, I should try to find something about how to learn etiquette. Or I'll ask Tiffin where he learned his manners.

But I don't want to bother such an important man! Look at him! I'm sure he has a plan for every second of every day, and I'm in trouble even here. Ah, I should apologize for his presence and for making him work harder.

"So, can I help you now?" Tiffin sat down at his desk again, his chair turned to face me. Sensing the situation, I sat down too.

Await. He's my superior. Shh

But Tiffin didn't say anything, and he didn't seem to mind, so... Let's ignore it for now!

"Yes, yes!" I say. "Well, you see, um, I was wondering if you could let me read my own species information?" I quickly explained that I didn't have permission. Awkward chat?

Tiffin seemed thoughtful, pinching his pointed chin with his fingers. After thinking about it for a moment, he turned his gaze back to me. His gaze was sharp and serious. "Do you know there's a reason you didn't get a higher license?"

"Yes, of course, sir." Before I knew it, my back was a little hunched. I'm in such a hassle right now. Hopefully he won't kick me out, even though I might deserve it at this point.

His gaze seemed to be able to see through me. Look for any weaknesses in my temperament. Look for mistakes in the reasons I came. "Normally, even our friendship wouldn't allow me to reveal anything beyond your permission, but I think this is a special case. After all, it's your own species. I strongly advise you to keep in mind, though, that this is the exception, not the norm. Even if I do have the answer you want, you can't pull this question on any other topic. "

I was in good spirits, and my ears twitched slightly." Right- really, sir?? Wow thanks! I— I mean, I'm eternally grateful. Indeed, this is the most sincere and beautiful. Yes.

Tiffin waved his hand disdainfully. Needless to say so modestly, it's not your character. It's a bit of a coincidence, though. After all, I myself am just working on this topic. His chair spun again, turning his back to me and turning his gaze back to the computer. I jumped out of bed and followed him to stand behind him, but since there was only one chair and I wasn't tall enough to stand too far, I was forced to sit on the very edge of the table and stand in my chair. Stand on tiptoe to see.

"Really? Why?

"Isn't that the most obvious course of action? The more I know about you and your race, the more I understand your worth and usefulness. With that, I will be able to understand our course of action in the future. Typhin explained as he moved the computer screen to the top of what appeared to be an article about me written by a robot. I can read what is on the computer, but I still can't read it. Oh! Mom and Dad, please forgive me. Your child has become illiterate.

"Our course of action?" I asked curiously.

"That's true," Tiffin said, looking absently at the article. "Maybe you're best suited for making medicines, or maybe you're being used for manual labor, or maybe you can provide a near-infinite livelihood for the less affluent, assuming your meat isn't inedible." Well. Now that I've heard someone say it out loud, I guess I don't want to be treated like a live cow. I've got a lot of cow brothers, ha.

Like, of course, I can't feel the pain completely, so if they just take the flesh of my larger body and bring it back while allowing my smaller body to live a prosperous life, then I guess that's fine. Let's say, even if my flesh is a little poisonous or a little disgusting, I can feed the beasts and those who can't afford anything better. It can save lives, although it is not as straightforward as medicine.

...... Still, to be a live cow... It felt like an insult. "I don't know how the last one feels, sir—"

he looked at me sympathetically. I'm as conflicted as you are. As Tiffin read a few paragraphs, the article on the computer moved slightly, and his mind was clearly elsewhere. Even so, I don't think it will be your worst fate. "

Huh?" So what do you mean? "

Organic weapons." The words came out of his mouth like a poisonous slug. "We all know your... How destructive. With your character, this is almost to be expected. Although you have the form and mind of a man, you retain the instincts and strength of a beast. Killing people in order to survive is a matter of course. "

I think back to the multitude of creatures I've killed and eaten. Oddly enough, I didn't feel a trace of regret or disgust. As he said, it was just to be expected.

"Have you ever heard of Zilomon?" Tiffin asked suddenly.

"Huh? What is that? I remember reading quite a few types of creatures (which have been suppressing my saliva), well! But there are no such creatures.

"I didn't expect you to do that. This was a small stain on the emperor's perfect reputation. Although, as always, his reasoning is completely understandable. I looked at him carefully, and his gaze became distant and distant. I wasn't there. I...... Yes, I was a lad at the time. This is what I heard from a senior a few years ago. "

The Zilo Beast is a gigantic creature, big enough to destroy Koru—uh, several huge towering buildings in the heart of the Empire. Of course, it's only a fraction of your size. My chest swelled a little when I heard this, but Tiffin's pitiful eyes immediately deflated me. When it was first discovered, there was a lot of debate about what to do with it. Some want it to be killed on the spot, others want to simply keep it, even though it can pose a great danger to the locals. I

looked at him intently.

"The last to give the final order was given by the Supreme Speaker Palpatine, who ordered it to be sent to the Imperial Center, then known as Coruscant, for study. We are in the midst of a large-scale war, which means that his goal is to use it to end it and save countless lives. Yes, he wants to use it as an organic weapon.

However, it was discovered that Zilomon had some sentient abilities, and it panicked due to the treatment it received. Eventually, it fled and also caused great damage, killing many people. Although the Supreme Speaker saved his life, he almost died. In the end, the creature was killed. "

My body trembled." Be...... Is that so? He

tried to give a reassuring smile and raised his hand to stroke my head. You don't have to worry too much. The mistake made against the Zilo Beast was just to assume that it was a mindless beast and nothing more. Such mistakes will not be repeated to you again. After all, your essay also expresses your emotions. His lips pursed into a thin line. However, I'm a little worried that the Emperor might not want to deal with you because of the beast. As far as I know, the beast is in hot pursuit.

"I—I'm not going to do anything like that! It's too despicable to chase people! I say this to quell the idea that I might actually try to kill the emperor. Despite this, even though he looks a little suspicious in some ways (it is still unknown how exactly he managed to fend off the four Jedi Masters on his own), he still seems to be a truly intelligent person. And, for now, he is the one who decides whether I will become an eternal cow or an organic weapon. Tim

laughed knowingly. "Of course not. Indeed, that's what worries me the most. You can eat asteroids and any other creature you like, but you are not one to harm humans. Not to mention really killing people.

I nodded approvingly. Murder is murder. Murder is bad. Simple math.

"Therefore, the worst-case scenario we may face is that the Emperor thinks that your value is best used as a weapon. I can't foresee whether you will become a deterrent or a direct weapon against the rebels. At the moment, they are our biggest concern. If the Clone Wars continue to break out, you will undoubtedly be used as a weapon, no matter how bad the prospects for the Zillo Beast. "

I—I don't want to be used as a weapon," I muttered with a shudder. On paper, being a weapon sounds really cool. Living weapons are super cool! But killing is... It's not for me. I'd really rather be a cow, even though that doesn't appeal to me.

"I know," Tiffin said. "That's what I'm worried about."

"Why?"

He looked at me warily. "Mott, what would you do if the Emperor ordered you to act as an organic weapon?"

"Uh——, uh?"