If people could name themselves, then Kreller, the former frigate captain of the Mycroft Expeditionary Force, would definitely add all the lucky words to the back of his name without thinking, regardless of whether it sounded good or not, such as Kreller ·Good Luck, Krelle Lucky Star, Krelle Golden Rule, etc., and so on.
But in fact, Kraler felt that if a person's name really had a descriptive suffix, then his name must be Kraler Bad Luck.
Because he is really unlucky.
The consciousness awakened from a long slumber, and the soul trembled slightly, reviving the 'self-will'. When due to unluckyness, he was hit by a stray bullet, and the ship exploded; due to unluckyness, the Soul Abyss Ball was shot away, and he was not the first to be rescued by the search and rescue team. Time was found; after being unlucky enough to wander in the depths of the void, and recently gradually falling into a coma after the soul-protecting energy of the Soul Abyss Ball was exhausted, Krelle woke up. The first thing he thought about was to thank his fate.
"Thank goodness for luck - if there is any - I survived!"
What? Curse fate? It doesn't exist, it doesn't exist, people are so unlucky and they still blame others. If there really is a god who controls luck and despair, insulting the other party would be even more miserable. Anyway, compliments are free, and it doesn't matter how much you say. .
At least he can still wake up now, which is enough for him to thank him profusely.
"Wait... where is this?"
However, Krelle, who thought he was found by the search and rescue team and returned to Jetrum's main base for resurrection, was in a relaxed mood, but soon discovered that the situation was different from what he imagined.
"Green... culture fluid?"
Opening his eyes that were sore and sore, Kreler, who felt that his whole body was not in control, tried to observe his surroundings, but he could only see a layer of green filter - it took him a while before he realized that it was a layer of green. nutrient solution, and he is in a huge glass jar filled with nutrient solution.
This is not right!
An alarm bell rang in Kreller's heart. After all, he was a trained soldier of the expeditionary force and knew that the resurrection spring water at the main base was not green... Of course, this is not certain. The color of the spring water depends on the coach, Marshal Radcliffe. He could choose whatever color he wanted, but no matter what, even if the Resurrection Fountain was green, he shouldn't put it in a jar!
Opening his eyes wider, Krelle began to gradually adapt to the light here, and the blurred vision gradually became clearer. He could now see that he was in the corner of a room, and the walls and ceiling of the entire room were made of white chitin. It is composed of matter, and the floor is silver-gray. It can be seen that this room is filled with various complex biological structures, which grow from the inside of the carapace, like tables, chairs and furniture. In addition, Kreller also discovered that his body that should have been eliminated has been regenerated, as evidenced by his ability to open his eyes and roll his eyes.
—I was probably picked up or captured by some alien civilization, right
Because of the training, this possibility quickly appeared in Kreller's mind. He also knew that now was not the time to panic. The most important thing now was to find other people to communicate with - at least the other party saved his soul and helped regenerate his body. It's probably not completely malicious. Even if he was really malicious, Krelle knew that he was powerless to resist. In this case, it would be better to communicate first.
So he tried his best to raise his somewhat stiff hand and knocked hard on the 'glass jar' that enveloped him.
Bang bang bang!
The vibration came, a feeling that was beyond Kreler's expectation. This 'glass' is very strong and has a very flexible texture. It is not so much a silicon crystal as it is some kind of special transparent biological material. The short time of tapping just now made Krelle feel that this 'glass' has some The illusion of life.
And soon, the alien civilization creature he was waiting for appeared.
"You woke up pretty quickly... I thought it would take at least ten days for you to wake up." (This is the language of another world)
Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood multiplying, in the white carapace room, an individual gradually 'grows' out - from Kreler's perspective, it is a mass of flesh and blood covered with tentacles, like a sea anemone, growing out of the carapace. It seeped out, finally entangled, and condensed into an 'entity' that looked close to human beings.
Although it sounds a bit disgusting and scary, in fact, Kreller's impression is not bad, mainly because the tentacles are all made of silver-white translucent material, and the entangled shapes are also very regular, giving them an alien appearance. But it has a smooth biological beauty, and because this flesh-and-blood entity mimics a human image with long flowing tentacles, it looks more like a woman.
"Hmm... not bad. It seems that I have almost recovered. My skills have indeed improved again."
The tentacles of the sea anemone-like creature (hereinafter referred to as the sea anemone) trembled, which seemed to have confirmed Krelle's current situation. It thought for a while, and then directly communicated with it mentally: "How do you feel, Mrs. McLord? If it feels good, I will remove the nutritional solution.”
"It's okay... it should be."
Krelle felt that he was indeed doing well now. Except for being a little dizzy and feeling drifting in the water, everything was fine, so he answered fairly decisively, but soon, when all the nutrient solution flowed out from the drain, , when Krelle, who was originally floating in the nutrient solution, actually stood on the ground with his own body, he immediately regretted it.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—Jay, why the hell does it hurt so much!!!”
Just when his feet touched the ground, Kreller felt a heart-breaking pain. This pain ignored all willpower and appeared directly in the brain and soul. It only took a moment. Even if this person died, he never screamed in pain. The former captain of the expeditionary force couldn't help the pain and curled up on the ground - but the next moment, the more intense pain in his soul made him stand up again.
Whether the contact surface of the soles of the feet is larger or the contact surface of the entire body is larger, it is a question that humans do not need to think about. He can only choose to stand up.
At this time, the sea anemone stretched out a tentacle and put it on Kreller's shoulder. Using this point of contact as the source, Kreller suddenly felt the pain begin to dissipate, and all his perceptions returned to normal.
"It seems there was something wrong when I prepared it."
The sea anemone was close to Kreiler, and more than a dozen tentacles moved its hands up and down Kreiler. Soon, it found the reason and nodded thoughtfully: "I see, your soul is damaged, and you have nothing to do with this new body I created. There is a lack of coordination, there is a conflict between the body and the soul, and the existence of a separate soul form for a long time has damaged your soul, and now there is some poor contact... But other than that, there is no big problem, my repair technology is really good."
—This problem has been completely solved, okay? !
Kreiler was shocked. What this alien being said was like, 'Although the character modeling in this game is wrong, the UI is inconsistent, the system is full of bugs, and even the ship can fly into the sky, but because it can be activated, it is a human being. It's like a good game, but to put it another way, it's a twisted thing like 'Although this technique can make people go crazy, become insane and even become inappropriate, it is still a good technique because it can be practiced'.
How distorted are these three views!
"Mrs. McCraw is so pretentious."
Krelle had forgotten that the way he now communicates with the sea anemone, a life from another world, is spiritual contact. The thoughts of both parties are the dialogue between the two parties. All the complaints in his heart were truthfully passed on to the sea anemone. In this regard, the sea anemone Aoi's tentacles trembled, and she felt a 'cold glance' in her mind, and then continued: "When each of our larvae is born, they must withstand 1,700 times more magic energy radiation than standard carbon-based organisms can withstand. This kind of radiation can directly tear apart genetic factors. Only individuals who have awakened the talent of 'Magic Energy Absorption' can survive, and those who cannot survive are defective products."
"It's just the pain caused by the disharmony of the soul. It's not an injury that will cause real damage. This kind of thing is just an illusion. Learn to adapt, little one."
"...Well, you are indeed right."
What else could Kreil say? There is indeed nothing wrong with what the other party said, but it is just pain without real damage. Can't you just endure it for a while? Although these words are almost like what the marshal said.
Kreiler knew that, at least, there was no malice in the other party's spirit, and it was indeed the other party who saved him and built a brand new body for himself... Let's not talk about how the other party made it for the time being. If the other party didn't take him away, Mike would It's all a favor whether Rolf's rescue team can find him as well. Krelle was silent for a while, then he bent down and thanked him: "Anyway, you saved me, and I'm very grateful for that."
"However, if possible, can you send me back to the star field where the Mycrov civilization is located? I promise that we will definitely give you a satisfactory reward, and I will also pay a share. Also, although it is a bit I'll take the liberty, but may I know your name and race? You will gain the friendship of Mrs. McLord."
When he said this, Kreller's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. Although from an individual point of view, there was nothing wrong with him even kneeling down to say thank you, but after all, he was a soldier of the Mycroft Expeditionary Force - at least Kreller thought he was, So he must not discredit his race and affiliation.
Even if the attitude is a bit arrogant.
"What an arrogant little guy."
Hai Anemone was surprisingly not interested in this. This tentacled creature that mimicked a human woman slowly sat on a strange-shaped shell chair. Not only did its mental fluctuations not have any excitement or waves, but Revealing a lazy tone: "I rescued you not for the friendship of 'Mrs. Mike Rowe', nor even for my race, but outright selfish desire. As for sending you back, that's not the case. No, but there must have been some big trouble inside the country recently, the border is very tightly sealed, and I don’t have permission to go out, so I can only say it’s a pity.”
Probably because of sitting down, the surface of the body of the sea anemone, which was originally silvery white in appearance, changed color, turning into a lazy 'beige'. Its mental fluctuations became softer: "As for my name and race. ? It’s okay to tell you—my name is ‘Elma’, which can also be called ‘general individual number 19090763’, and my race.”
At this point, Elma's spirit fluctuated for a moment, but then she continued indifferently: "Of course they are the only species in the 'Royal Court of Amos', the 'Amos people'."
Second update, please give me a monthly pass!
(End of chapter)