Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

At least - what, five dozen? I'm really not sure, they all fuse with each other to form some kind of big, sturdy fluff that, to be honest, isn't pretty. A swarm of spiders was undulating, and just by looking at the look given to me by those hundreds of eyes, I knew at once that it — all these spiders — knew that I wasn't the hunter here. I am the prey, they are my destroyers.

Fear took over my heart as I bent over like a frightened cat, and all my mouths were directed at the myriad spiders as it allowed itself to fall, shake, and fall on me. Some unfortunate souls have bumped into my mouth, and my mouth is only big enough to hold them. I wanted to choke on them, but I had to swallow them. At least five spiders entered my esophagus from here, their compatriots struggling behind them, all of them forming an avalanche of white that obscured my eyes and covered my body.

101 -> 151

I was covered in them all, unable to move, trapped. Pushed by the brothers above, more spiders were stuffed into my mouth.

151 -> 181

My tentacles grasped the spider weakly, clutching only the torn white mold.

In an instant, I expected to swarm like an insect. Insects ... - buggy! Baggy: Are you alright-?

I felt his body squash under me, cushioned and safe under my soft flesh. Yo. Remains.... When the bugs covered me like this, swarming around me like feeding locusts, they actually bit me. Spiders didn't do anything like that. They just pressed themselves against me and fed me almost with themselves, what's the use?

181 -＞ 221

... Infect.

Immunity. I've upgraded, probably won't it

hurt. There was no pain, but I felt pain in my bones. It's like thousands of small, invisible eggs hatching inside my body, and the spores spread out from inside and take root in my body. My immunity and my regeneration fought bravely, but not enough. I'm losing ground. All things considered, one of my arms seems to have been completely transcended, and the interior is now almost entirely made of molds, and the consciousness it contains has slipped out of my hands.

Damn it!

I can't let the infection spread!

To reduce the damage, I bit off the infected tentacles. I couldn't see it, but the moment I took it out of my body, I could feel the consciousness inside it being completely destroyed. If I don't do something, the rest of me will do the same. I have a similar situation with my other two arms, and forcibly feeding infected spiders only exacerbates the problem,

221 -> 271

... Integral! !

How much will it cost to get the next immunization?!

Boost immunity? Cost: 90 (you have 271)

do it! Do it twice!

271 -> 61

unhatched spores were degraded, and infection was suppressed, but not completely eradicated. In fact, it hasn't even decreased. It's just a noticeable slowdown.

61 -> 91

- With each feed to the spider, the infection accelerates. It's a losing game. By the time I had saved up enough points to level up and regenerate, I was dead. There's nothing I can do. Spiders are all around me. There is no exit. There is nowhere to run. There is no life. Abandon. Surrender and die. Stop fighting-,-

Ahh Shut up! White vague thoughts were messing with my thoughts, spreading and numbing my hands!

I'm not going to give up, not now, never will!

But both of my arms were completely infected, and my main core was on the verge of collapse. I only had one arm that was unaffected. Is there really no hope? Isn't there anything I can do

no, there is. The consciousness of my four arms may have disappeared, and the subjective consciousness of my core has almost been transcended, but one of them is still alive and clear, and if there's one thing I know, it's that the octopus tentacles can survive on it. They survive automatically! It doesn't matter if the head is there or not!

I bit off a healthy tentacle, and in that moment, I shifted my consciousness to it, giving up many for the sake of the few. Somehow, I feel a little stupid....

But it's not enough to just escape. For the last time before it died, I forced my subject to shake its arms, make a commotion force, throw some spiders away, and squirm so hard that they couldn't sit still. At this moment, I could pull it away from my healthy tentacles, and the spiders swarmed in, encircling my almost dead body, leaving only my unresponsive arms. I'll wait a minute. Another moment. I will only move when my ontological consciousness is completely gone. I moved my body towards the crack I came from.

The spiders left my main body, scattered enough for me to take one last look at it. It is completely white. Covered in white.

It went up. My breath was short.

It used to be my zombie creature standing, its many eyes open. It stared at me, and I stared at it.

The situation is flipped. The spiders turned to me.

Damn it.