Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 149



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Ep. 149

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The cultists assigned to the Angra-class fast frigates belonging to the mother ship fleet were relatively lucky.

Five days ago, they were hit by a psychic power beam fired by a three-headed demon and crashed onto an island.

This is a place like a devil’s paradise, teeming with dangerous creatures on planet Saigil 08. It was by no means an environment where they could easily survive, with their physical abilities being sub-human.

If they had fallen on the continent, they wouldn’t have lasted even a day.

“Will the rescue team really come?”

“Once that magnetic storm subsides, we’ll be able to contact the satellite. We just have to hold out until then.”

Cultists, each with a different horn, sat around a campfire, eating roasted fish. One cultist had one horn broken off by the impact of the fall, while another had bandages wrapped around his body.

Although they looked like defeated soldiers, the eyes of the 25 people were filled with the will to endure no matter what.

“If you look at the sky, the magnetic storm has weakened compared to yesterday.”

“The communication equipment has been almost completely restored. However, some parts are missing.”

“Let’s try again tomorrow morning. The engineers should check to see if there’s a way to salvage parts from the damaged aircraft.”

The cultists nodded in agreement with the instructions of their goat-horned warrior.

“It’s hard for everyone, but we have to endure somehow. Many have left under the guidance of Providence, but it’s not our time yet.”

The cultists are a blessed race with psychic powers, but they were of little help in this situation.

Most psychic power techniques consume a lot of energy from the user. If you use psychic power techniques to catch fish or pick berries, you will quickly run out of energy and collapse.

The warriors who knew this fact worked hard to ensure that the cultists could move without causing trouble.

The sailors also knew the intentions of the warrior corpsman and followed his orders, regardless of their dissatisfaction with the situation.

After finishing their meal, each of them moved to do their assigned tasks. The leader, a warrior, went around without resting and helped his colleagues with their work.

As time passed, the sixth night came to the island.

The warriors went around the island and confirmed that there were no dangerous creatures. However, they decided to keep watch in case something unexpected happened during the night.

Except for the three guards on duty, everyone else was in a deep sleep.

“The fire is getting weaker.”

“I’m going to run some business, so come pick it up then.”

One of the cultists entered the forest carrying a rifle.

“Oh my, I almost got caught.”

He took care of business a little way from the campfire. He pulled up his trousers and picked up some sticks that lay around.

He was about to turn back, thinking that this would be enough, when he heard a rustling sound in his ear.

The sound of leaves and branches being trampled. He quickly threw away the branches and picked up his rifle.

“Who, who are you?”

He shouted, but there was no answer. Another night watchman heard his shout and came running.

“Why are you yelling all of a sudden?”

“I just heard footsteps in the forest.”

“what?”

The two sentries aimed their rifles in the direction of the sound, but heard no footsteps.

“I think I misheard.”

“Is that so?”

The two of them are about to return to the campfire.

Then again an unidentified sound assailed their ears. This time it was not just the sound of footsteps.

“Did you just hear that?”

“… … .”

The two held their breath and listened.

The faint sound of waves heard beyond the forest, the sound of leaves swaying in the wind.

and.

“Is anyone there?”

The sound, small but distinct, was clearly that of a female cult member. It was clear that one of the cult’s survivors had come to the island.

“Uh, what should I do? Should I help you?”

“Wait a minute. Something feels strange.”

It’s not like they’ve been to this island for a day or two, and it’s not that big that it can be called a continent. It’s big enough to circle the island in half a day, so there’s no way they haven’t seen a cult.

“We’ve been here for a few days. There are no other ships here.”

“Could they have come from somewhere else? Well, they might have come on a carrier plane since their circumstances are better than ours.”

“that….”

It wasn’t a wrong statement, but there was something that was overlooked.

Even though it was the middle of the night, I couldn’t hear any aircraft flying in.

“At times like this, we need to work together! Hey! This way!”

“wait!”

Before his colleagues could point out the fact, the cultist ran in the direction of the voice, screaming loudly.

“What are you two doing?”

“I heard a woman’s voice from over there a little while ago.”

“what?”

The two night watchmen hesitated for a moment, but decided to wake up the warriors instead of following their comrades who had run away. No matter how much they thought about it, that voice was suspicious.

As the two were moving towards the campfire, the voice of the comrade who had run away earlier came from behind the bushes.

“Hey! Help us!”

“uh?”

“We’re friends from the Jasville 02 frigate! Don’t worry!”

“That’s right! There was a problem while towing the aircraft.”

“Come and help me.”

The voice heard from beyond the bushes was not that of one person. It was as if many people had come here and were shouting at the same time.

There was no sign of threat in the voice of the comrade who had run away. Rather, there was only joy at meeting a fellow compatriot after a long time.

“That’s strange. I didn’t hear any aircraft sounds?”

“I think we missed it. Let’s go and check.”

So the two remaining watchmen also relaxed. They pushed through the bushes and followed the voice.

The trees on the island are not very large, but it is currently a dark night. Even with the lights attached to their rifles, it is not easy for them, who are not combatants, to make their way through the dark forest.

As if understanding the situation, the cult’s voices came out at an opportune time.

“This way!”

“Over here! Over here!”

“Just come a little further!”

As if they were trying to make sure that they wouldn’t get lost at all.

The place they finally reached after following the voice was not a forest, but a beach. A female cultist wearing a reinforced suit was standing alone in a place where the sand was wide and deep, perhaps because of the waves.

“What? Where are the others?”

The female cultist did not answer the night watchman’s questions. She just looked at them with a blank expression on her face.

The owners of the voices that had been heard simultaneously just a moment ago were nowhere to be seen. Nor was the aircraft they had come on.

That’s when I thought things were taking a strange turn.

One of the night watchmen, looking out toward the crashing waves, noticed something strange.

‘Huh?’

The waves were supposed to crash into the shore, but they were crashing into the air as if they were blocked by something invisible.

The moment they realized that something was unnatural, the cult felt a strange smell coming from somewhere.

There is a strange smell hanging in the air. It is a strong smell, fundamentally different from the salty smell of the sea.

The colleague sitting next to him took a step back, wondering if he was the only one who felt something strange. His gaze was fixed on the shadow of a woman standing alone on the sand with a strange face.

Cult, who followed his gaze and saw the shadow, felt the hairs on his body stand on end.

At first I thought the wet sand looked black, but that wasn’t the case.

All the black sand in front of them was shadows.

“Are you going?”

The image of the female cult ripples like a mist, while shadows move and writhe.

And the voice is heard.

“Where are you going leaving us alone?”

“Don’t leave us.”

“Come join us.”

A shadow fell over them along with the voices of their compatriots.

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The crew of the Angra-class high-speed frigate opened their eyes to an unknown ominous feeling.

The Goat Horn Cult is generally known to be skilled in psychic power techniques related to physical enhancement. He also joined the warrior group to utilize his aptitude, but there was one thing that was special about him compared to others.

Excellent crisis detection ability.

Thanks to sensing danger faster than his colleagues, he has avoided death on dangerous battlefields more than once.

So, he planned to retire from the warrior group after this mission and prepare for the Prophet Exam. His abilities are far inferior to those of real prophets, but he has talent, so if he trains, there won’t be any major problems.

Anyway, the ability to sense crisis, which is close to foresight, was suddenly activated.

The warrior quickly picked up the weapon he had placed beside him. He enhanced his five senses with psychic powers.

His enhanced ears picked up every little sound outside the makeshift tent.

“So, you mean, I can just separate this?”

“Yes. If you combine it with this part, it can be put into operation immediately after attachment.”

“I see. What else do you need?”

“If you’re going to take it, you can take this too.”

What I heard was the conversation between a male cult and a female cult.

‘Are you on night watch?’

Seeing his fellow tribesmen conversing calmly, he was far from a crisis situation. However, his brain’s ability to detect crisis still rang the alarm bell.

Get out of here right now.

Besides, there is one important fact.

There is no female cult among this group of survivors.

‘… … .’

The troubled warrior finally decided to take a look at the situation for himself. With a pounding heart and trembling hands, he gently opened the tent’s covered entrance.

And he regretted his actions.

“Okay. I guess this is fine.”

A wrecked ship not far from the tent. There was something so huge that it was hard to capture it all at once.

A monster with a terrifying appearance, the likes of which I had never seen before, was dismantling ships with its long arms.

“Then, are you going to spare my life?”

“I, I worked hard too! Please spare me too!”

“Damn it! Me too!”

What was even more terrifying was the ‘something’ on the bastard’s back. Five cult faces, ashen and pale as snow, were embedded in his back like boils, and he was still crying out for help. Among those faces, there was one that the warriors recognized.

“I told you everything I know! Please…!”

“Quiet.”

As a smooth female voice flowed out from the monster’s mouth, the screaming faces became calm. The monster’s pure white eyes moved and headed towards the warrior’s tent.

“Did you see it?”

The warrior who locked eyes with him wished that it was all a dream.

–

‘I got everything I need.’

There was still a lot of time left before the Nightmare Horizon cooldown ended. So I went around the ship crash sites that the Heavenly Mother had checked and collected parts that could be used to strengthen the weapons of the new frigate.

‘There’s nothing wrong with being well-armed.’

As your ship becomes more powerful, the weapons you can utilize through erosion also increase.

‘Today is the 6th day. I can leave tomorrow.’

I’m returning to the continent of Saintopia 02 with the newly acquired parts and ship weapons on my back.

This is the final target. The other ships crashed on completely different continents, so the distance is too far.

‘By the way, it’s been a while since I’ve used the mimicry organ and human-faced beast combo.’

Both are two traits that are used as main traits in the game. In fact, the two traits have an important synergy that is not officially known.

‘If you have the Human Face trait, you can choose a victim to apply it to as a mimetic organ.’

Originally, when a mimetic organ ingests a new gene, it discards the previously stored gene and replaces it with a new one. Therefore, the target of the pheromone changes every time it eats.

‘That is the weakness of the mimetic organ.’

The object that I want to implement with pheromones cannot be changed by my own free will.

Because of the sense of alienation that comes with increasing size and the weakness of being limited in deceiving enemies by pretending to be a specific target, it was difficult to continue using the mimetic organ until the later stages.

‘That’s how it was originally….’

When the human-faced beast trait comes into play, the story changes completely.

The human-faced beast’s trait works by copying the enemy’s genes and storing them in its body. This is because when I absorb them, I also take some of their memory information, which allows me to question them and extract information.

The important thing here is that the mimetic organ can retrieve and use the stored genetic information.

It is possible to create a pheromone that selects one of the genetic information stored in the body and disguises itself as that target.

‘Few people know this fact.’

As far as I know, I am the only one who has used both traits at the same time. Since the mimetic organ itself is a trait that very few people can obtain, there must have been very few who tried to use the two together.

‘I’ve caused a lot of trouble for this.’

As I have fooled so many people with my mimicry, some of them have come up with strategies. They ask for a secret code that only they know, or they throw out bait that will make it impossible to disguise yourself as the previous target if you catch a new prey, etc.

But they didn’t know that I had the means to disguise myself as various beings.

‘Of course, this also has its drawbacks.’

The maximum number of genes that can be stored as a human-faced trait is 5. So, the number of people that I can disguise as with my mimicry organs at once is up to 5 people.

‘It would be great if we could somehow increase this part.’

No matter how much I looked, I couldn’t find a way to increase it in the game.

‘This world might be different.’

Since elements that didn’t exist in the game are constantly appearing, there may be a way to increase the limit on the number of faces somewhere in this universe.

As I was swimming with that thought in mind, I felt a familiar wave.

“Big baby!”

Before I knew it, No. 26 was approaching me, its fins quivering. In the distance, on the sandy beach covered in moonlight, the figures of the Heavenly Mother and Adhai were visible in small figures.

[Z zu zu zu zu zu (Why did you come here?)]

“I was swimming because I was bored.”

The guy replied with a bright wave. As expected of a marine creature, he seems to enjoy swimming.

‘I’ll be leaving this planet tomorrow.’

When we get to our next destination, we won’t have much opportunity to swim for a while. It would be better to let him do what he loves, swimming, even now.

[Zuzu zuzu zuzu (Then let’s go together)]

“huh!”

I enjoyed my last swim in the night sea of ​​this planet with number 26.

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In the middle of pitch-black space.

A small ship was traversing the infinite space.

Anyone interested in spaceships will quickly recognize the ivory, oval-shaped vessel as the cult’s escape ship.

And those of you who are a little more knowledgeable will also notice that the rear of the ship, near the hypersonic engines, is badly damaged.

The impossibility of superluminal travel in this vast space is a very serious problem, especially for an escape ship with only minimal food and medical supplies on board.

Inside the beautifully designed escape pod, the two waited for their deaths day by day.

“Captain, this is the last food we have left.”

“I’m not hungry, so you eat.”

“That can’t be. You haven’t eaten anything for three days already.”

Their true identities were the captain and crew who escaped from the imperial carrier ‘Judgment of Damos 08’.

When they finally escaped, their hypersonic engines were badly damaged by the aftermath of the explosion on their ship. They were now stranded in the middle of space.

This escape ship’s speed is very fast, but without hypersonic engines, it would take at least half a year to get within the cult’s sphere of influence. It is not enough to get there with only a week’s worth of food stored on the ship.

In other words, they are left with two choices: starvation or suicide.

“Captain. I made a promise to the other guys. I said I wouldn’t let you die in vain.”

“… … .”

“Please help me keep my promise.”

“… Let me just eat half.”

As the sailor was about to hand over half of the combat rations to the captain, the ship suddenly stopped.

“What’s going on? Is it Spacedog?”

“I will check!”

The two quickly manipulated the instrument panel to see why the ship had stopped.

“Captain!”

“…Someone is forcibly pulling our ship.”

Luckily, a cult ship might have found them, but that was unlikely.

The constellation through which the escape ship passes is an empty space not occupied by any force. It is a suitable place for the Space Dogs, who are hostile to all forces, to hide.

“Haha, it seems Providence is trying to take us away.”

“…I will fight to the end.”

They grabbed the weapons stored on the escape ship. Soon, the sound of a plasma cutter operating was heard from the door of the escape ship.

“Gulp.”

“…now!”

The moment the door was cut open and fell, they ran out.

He had been starving for several days, but he was a captain who had been through countless battlefields in the past. He tried to attack the enemy by drawing out all his remaining psychic power.

But the enemy was more skilled than he had expected. The slender man in the white suit easily deflected the captain’s attack and transformed his arm into a blade, aiming it at his neck.

“Huh?!”

“Stop.”

“Captain!”

Meanwhile, another sailor had been subdued by an enemy wearing a bizarre suit that looked like a combination of a walker and a powered suit.

“We will not surrender to Spacedog.”

“Spacedog? Do I look like a spacedog to you?”

The opponent who had subdued the captain asked back in a cold, sweet voice. Only then was the captain able to properly examine his opponent.

The opponent with outstanding fighting skills was surprisingly a woman. A woman with a long horn on the left side of her head.

“You are not a cult… Reveal your identity.”

She answered the captain’s words.

“My name is Sihyeon Eugene. I have come to see you, Captain Nern of ‘Judge of Damos 08.’”

“Eugene? Could it be the Eugene family of Megacorp?”

Sihyeon Eugene, the former shadow of the Eugene family and Noble Capital of Megacorp, has come to find those who failed in their purification mission.