Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

I'll see, which dormitory I've been assigned to again...

Ah, here it is!

According to Typhin, the standard time is 22:00, which is actually quite late. But I'm not tired at all.

Soldiers work in shifts, and about a third of them work night shifts (although there is no concept of "night" in space), so most of those who should have gone to bed have already gone to bed. In that sense, I was a little late to the party, but that's okay! I'll sleep in the same room as Art, so it's not bad. Ha

I slid my ID into the card reader and nervously watched the door slide open. Four pairs of eyes turned to look at me, each hidden behind the helmet. One of the helmets was half-off, but the moment he caught a glimpse of me, the helmet was quickly put back on.

I swallowed my fear and walked 3 in. I smiled at the four. "Hi, I'm Mott! I'll sleep with you until we arrive on the outgoing flight. Please take care of it, thank you! "

The crickets are chirping. You can hear the sound of the needle dropping.

I could tell which one was Art, but like the other three, he seemed completely silent. Unlike them, though, he seems to have fallen silent because of their quietness. Maybe he was afraid that if he said something, others would abandon him too?

I silently walked into the room. There are three bunk beds high on each side. At the other end of the room stood a cupboard, one side of the wall that had slid out, revealing a hanger resembling armor. There are currently two spare parts hanging there. It looks like I intervened with them when they just came back from their mission.

The top two beds were unoccupied, so I subconsciously chose the top one, maybe that's where Art slept.

They all stared at me with fear and reproach, and I climbed on top. I sat for a while and looked at them. They respect me. No one said anything. No one moved. I don't know if the air here is cold, tense, or if it's just how I feel. I remember the moments when people looked at me like that, and none of them were pleasant.

Especially now. Feel a bit like I'm drunk? Also did some really stupid things and went to the lecture the next day. All eyes were on me, and they didn't dare say anything.

My gaze slowly shifted from one person to another. Finally, there is Art. He looked away.

Yes. All right.

Without saying a word, I quickly jumped out of bed, turned and left the room. Maybe if it was a drama, they might have told me to stay, but instead, all I heard was relief. That's right. Only one pair of eyes stared at my back with some hesitation, but even then, his comrades were visibly relaxed, which silenced my gaze. Weird.

Good. Good! So, in other words, can't sleep there. Otherwise they would never take off their suits, would they? Probably not.

Maybe they're just embarrassed that I'll be undressing in person? Maybe! I do not know!

The lights in the hallway became a little dim, signaling the beginning of night.

I could ask to sleep in Tiffin's room, but I didn't want to disturb him. Also, wouldn't it be bad if he let me sleep with him? The lieutenant looked down on him, so sleeping in Tiffin's room might only make his situation worse. I can't bother Fern either. I like him, I'll treat him as a friend, but I wouldn't do anything like that to him. Tired, if I have the emotional intelligence of a long-lost human being?

Actually, I don't have to sleep. Yes, if I tell Tiffin tomorrow that I don't need to sleep, I won't need to tell him what just happened!

I'll sit all night and study it.

I passed a room full of robots that had been turned off. Well. I poked my head in. Looks like they're almost asleep?

Well...... I do need to check how my bigger body is. This means that I should find a place to lie down, close my eyes, and no one will find it strange or ask me if I'm okay.

I walked into the room. It was pitch black, but as soon as I entered, one of the robots beeped for life. It was the size of a trash can, and as soon as it flashed a beam of light for a few seconds, its head would turn towards me with a beeping sound. "Hi uh, I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry. The robot let out a whistle and sounded a little sad. yes, I'm a little sorry. "

It actually looked me up and down, and it seemed to have decided that I was not harmed, so it went back to the groove in the wall, and then it went black.

Well, at least one of my fellow shopmates greeted me. I sat on the ground.

Well, let's look here....

I closed my eyes.

The blackness of my eyelids shifted to the black of space, dotted with countless stars. And, I seem to be holding a huge skull. Well, if one of my tentacles is less than 800 meters long, then this skull is also about 200 meters. Wow. Huge and small.

I chewed, and as for how many points I had, it seemed to have been hovering around fifty thousand, constantly being used and added as I subconsciously made purchases. Belch? Haven't I become the most authentic impulse buyer? Strange, strange.

Anyway, I kept eating. Just eat and eat.

Nothing pleasant, I don't need to think about anything when eating. Nor because the Emperor might make me an organic weapon, not because there doesn't seem to be a pure good person in the entire galaxy, or because I'm not accepted by the people on this ship....

I bit the temple of my skull, crushed something half-hard, and swallowed it. It's actually a bit harder than stone. I prefer crispy things to soft ones. Eat for a little longer. Sometimes, bones use bone marrow for nutrition. It has no flavor, but it brings some consistency in addition to pure bones. All in all, 4/10.

...... But when you spend too much time doing a trivial, tedious thing, you start to stop thinking about what you're doing, and you're going to get cranky and wander around.

Tiffin is good. And Fern. But then again, they're not exactly friendly. When we first met, it was a bit of an exaggeration to call Tiffin friendly. The second Fern and I were no longer alone, and he immediately suggested using me as an organic weapon. The same goes for Art. He was a good guy when it was just the two of us, but when he was with his fellow soldier, he turned his back to me. It's too messy, not ideal for Imperial warriors!

Even now, I still feel like I can hear his voice, calling me.

"Mott..."

as if he was from beyond the stars.

"Mott...!"

Wait a minute....

"Mott!"

I snapped my eyes open and came face to face with a white dead head. "Quack!" I crawled away and hit the wall. No, wait, it's not a skull, it's a stormtrooper helmet. Also, that smell... 「...... Art?"

The man sighed deeply and crouched down in front of me. "Yes. I...... Listen, I'm not going to beat around the bush. I'm sorry. "

...... Well?