Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

I tried to calm the beating of my non-existent heart. Ha, gotta calm down, Mott! This is the reality of war. That's what's happening, that's how things are going. You should expect that. Your rules don't apply, and your morality doesn't apply to this empire. So just calm down—

"Mott? You okay? Tiffin looked down at me, sincere compassion shining in his eyes. I restrained myself from asking how he could sympathize with a space octopus and not a group of pirates.

"Yes, yes. I...... I am fine.

"Is that so?" A genuine, relieved smile. "Well, I'm glad then. We will now move forward on Earth. In any case, this will not cause any problems for our troops. However, if it does come to this point, I'm sure you'll do your best to save our lives, right?

I nodded stiffly. Well, of course.

"Okay. Well, I'll leave it to you, a capable man. I

stared down at the floor. Bite the bullet.

...... He sent them to death. Calm and cold like anyone.

I don't know what to think. I don't really know. It's not about the empire, it's not about rebellion ... It doesn't even have anything to do with Typhin. I just don't know.

The planet is rapidly approaching. Téfen ordered two of our seven ships to stay in orbit in case any rebels tried to escape. I wanted to ask him if this constituted a war crime, but I already knew that this world – this galaxy – follows different rules. Rules I don't know and may never fully grasp. I may never want to master the rules.

For the first time since I arrived on Earth, I miss Earth. The great blue planet is full of life.

A warm hand landed on my shoulder. "We'll land soon. Are you ready, Mott?

"Yes."

This planet appears in front of us, big, white and blue, spinning with hidden secrets. The planet seems to be trapped in an eternal storm, its every nook and cranny covered in strong winds, and only in the rare moment when the storm condenses into an eye, does the beautiful green beneath reveal itself staring into the void of space; Unblinking.

Throughout the planet, there are countless such eyes watching us, the largest of which seems to span one-fifth of the Earth's surface. In the midst of this beautiful miracle, I almost forgot the horror I had witnessed a few minutes earlier. The voice was silenced.

We enter the sea of clouds.

It's like being in a pool of fairy mist, white on all sides. If the technician isn't sure everything is clear, I'm worried that there's something hidden inside.

A few minutes later, we were descending. Deeper and deeper. Moreover, it did not get darker. It just keeps a neutral light grey.

The clouds cleared and we saw a beautiful view. As far as the eye can see, rolling green hills, dotted with branches that seem to be forests, and large clear water waves. It looks like an emerald pearl and is accentuated by sapphire spots. The only thing that hinders this beautiful view is that the sky is gray. The sun is not visible.

As I gazed at the landscape, some technicians were estimating the exact location of the rebel base. After listening to them, Tiffin agreed, and we set off.

The beautiful scenery flashed past us so quickly.

On closer inspection, the forest is actually not made up of trees at all, but of huge wandering creatures, each taller than a giraffe, whose sloping neck is covered with a thick mane that may be fur or feathers, and among the thin legs of these huge behemoths are scattered some smaller creatures, which are shaped very much like spiders, although it is difficult to discern from this distance. Either way, it's something weird.

And then we saw it. A small dome-shaped building on the horizon.

Next to it, only the silhouette of the ship can be faintly seen. One of these ships will quickly rise before taking to the sky. We don't pursue, because they will definitely be shot down later. Somehow, the thought of everyone on that ship dying in a minute made my chest feel cold and tight.

On a planet with an atmosphere, the sound of lasers and explosions does exist. Our ship emits a green laser that burns the remaining rebel ships (and any poor fellows trying to board them) to ashes. I didn't have time to digest it until we landed.

In the midst of the uproar, I left the ship with all the other officers and soldiers. My feet touch the ground. Hehe. Curious. A long-awaited feeling of being down-to-earth and comfortable! It used to be just a child, and now it's still a child when it comes back? But I have another body that is the largest in the universe!

I bent down and touched the ground. As it turns out, the entire surface does not appear to be covered with grass, but instead coated with all sorts of luscious moss, or possibly very large mold. I do not know.

Now people are shouting orders, and I follow without thinking.

The blaster fires left and right. In front of me, those whom I could only consider rebels fell for the last time, a large smoking hole appeared in their chests where they had once beaten. The white armor clicked on either side of me. The corpses of the dead rebels were trampled. I think Tiffin or Fern was yelling something. I do not know. I followed.

We're in the rebel base.

Cold walls, metal floors, and Earth's military technology, which I couldn't comprehend, greeted us almost simultaneously with the rebels' blaster bolts. The white-armored soldiers from Star Wars fell to my left and right, and I prayed to God, this is not someone I know.

But there were more rebels down than stormtroopers. Someone shouted, "We're going to go, we're going to take the leader, we're going to learn everything we need to know." It's full of laser-fired chirps and beautiful line caricatures, spectacular and full of clean death!

Finally, fueled by the battle, I found myself standing at the end of the hallway, facing an empty door. On the other side of the door are the people we want to capture alive. The blaster is set to stun. I can't help but wonder why I was in front, why I decided to follow, why I had to intercede for the pirate's life. If Tiffin just shot them down from behind, there wouldn't be any corpses under my feet. If I had shut up, we could have avoided this whole thing.

In my head, I could hear the last conversation between me and Tiffin:

"You don't have to go,"

"I need to," "This is not where you fight

," "I need

to be there,

" "It's just going to convince others of your fighting skills."

Then people started rushing over, and now I'm standing here, and now the lieutenant or Fern or someone else is telling us to get ready to charge, and the door opened, and as I looked around the corner, I saw a guy with a blaster raised, aimed at my head, and exploded again in the flesh and blood, and I fell to my knees again, and could barely hear how people were screaming about surrender or something, and then another explosion hit my arm, another in my neck, another in my neck. chest, and then everything is gone.

I opened my eyes in Tevine's bedroom.

Everything was quiet. Remains. Dark and calm. But that's wrong.

I want to take a deep breath. I want my pulse to ring in my ears like a war drum. I want my bones to creak and my flesh to ache. I wanted to feel how I felt when I was dying. When I did die.

But instead, I just watched idly as my human form transformed from my tiny body. Slowly, as if a child was born. Soon, it's like a giraffe learning to walk. I sighed inwardly, closed my eyes, and opened them in human form. Outside, I could still hear the aftermath of the battle in the distance.

I can still join them. If I could cover them with a huge 1600-meter body, ha.

...... But, instead, I'm just sitting here. In Tiffin's bed. Staring longingly out the window, as if I could change anything. Outside, I could see the soldiers starting to relax. The corpses of soldiers and rebels were everywhere. I can't say how many people died.

But when I looked out, I could even see a corpse lying motionless, as if asleep, and I couldn't help but feel like the whole planet was dead.

Soon, the officers and enlisted men will return, and we will count the dead and captured.

Until then, I think I'll stay here.

Right here.