Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 191



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Ep. 190

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“omg?!”

A blond man opened his eyes in one of the beds.

He had impressive, well-toned muscles and stroked his neck, which was soaked with cold sweat.

“Ugh, I thought I was going to die… Wait, what about here?”

The man was momentarily relieved that his neck was okay, but then he was confused by the fact that he was in an unfamiliar space.

What kind of room was he in?

The walls were lined with posters of famous heavy metal groups and character posters received as gifts for Japanese animation Blu-rays.

On the desk beneath the poster was an expensive computer and black headgear.

When he saw the black futuristic design headgear, he knew where he was.

“Home, I’m home, I’m home!”

The blond white guy, no, Jason Turningham, cheered.

This was his hometown. He was finally back to reality.

‘W-how long has it been? Ten years? No. Was it fifteen years?’

Jason looked down at his hands. Instead of the cult’s signature pure white, he saw dark-toned palms and bushy wrist hair.

It was clearly his own body, but he felt awkward. It was only natural, considering he had spent more than half his life in games.

He got out of bed, throwing off the stinky blanket. His height of nearly 2 meters was now just a little over 180 centimeters.

“Jason! How long are you going to sleep?”

I thought I had suddenly become a dwarf, but then I heard a voice outside.

‘mom!’

He lived a life more blessed than anyone else in the world of space survival, but there was just one thing he regretted.

It was a memory of my parents.

Jason quickly put on the clothes he had taken off and went outside. The smell of his mother’s baked meatloaf filled the room up to his room on the second floor.

He tumbled down the stairs. He shouted loudly from the living room connected to the kitchen.

“mom!”

His mother, who was putting food on the table, was startled and scolded him.

How old are you to be making a fuss so early in the morning? He grumbled and told me to hurry up and eat.

That was the image of his mother that Jason remembered.

It must have been so.

The sight that met his eyes was completely different from what he had expected.

The once clean kitchen was stained red like undercooked meatloaf. The liquid used to dye the wallpaper had a pungent iron smell.

“uh?”

Jason stared blankly at the blood-soaked kitchen.

There, the being that shouldn’t have been there was holding his ‘things that were his mother’.

“Ah, ahh… .”

A monster with a dark purple shell and a unique long, occiput shell. It has six arms, two legs, and a tail as long as its body.

‘Aimorph’, who appears in Space Survival.

The bastard was in the kitchen chewing up Jason’s mother.

“AAAAAHHHH!”

Jason screamed and squeezed his eyes shut.

I wish this was all a dream.

and.

As if it were a lie, he opened his eyes on the bed.

“A, a dream?”

A metal group poster, a Japanese anime character poster, and a computer. It was the same scene I saw when I woke up a little while ago.

He was in his room, not in the game world.

“Jason! How long are you going to sleep?”

‘mom!’

Without even a moment to rejoice at his return, Jason abruptly got up and stormed out of the room.

He flew halfway down the stairs and quickly checked the kitchen.

“Jason, I told you not to run in the house.”

Jason gasped for breath as he heard the voice of his mother, whom he had always longed for. He couldn’t breathe at all.

Are you happy? No.

His mother was in no condition to speak. No wonder, a corpse with only a neck left cannot speak.

“… … .”

“Jason, come and eat.”

Aimov, holding his mother’s head, speaks in his mother’s voice.

“Jason? What are you dawdling about?”

“Jason?”

“Jason.”

“JasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJasonJason… .”

“AAAAAHHHH!”

He covered his ears in the living room where his mother’s voice echoed. Tears of blood were already flowing from his eyes.

When his vision became blurred due to bloody tears, he opened his eyes again.

“Ah, ahh… .”

A poster with the metal group name printed in rough font on a black background and a poster with a moe character drawn on it.

Looking at that familiar scenery, he realized.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

He covered himself with the blanket and swore.

Now I remember.

The day he entered Space Survival, he wasn’t at home. His last memory was wearing a VR headset on his head for broadcasting in his old apartment.

The situation he is experiencing now is surprisingly realistic, but it is by no means ‘reality’.

Just then someone knocked on the door.

“Jason! How long are you going to sleep?”

“… … .”

“Jason, I always say… Gyaaaaaaaaaah!”

“mom?”

He looked up at the door, startled by the piercing scream he heard outside.

After a while, a red liquid slowly flowed under the door.

“Ugh, euaaaah! Aaaah!”

Jason was racking his brain with guilt over losing his mother.

At that moment, the doorknob on the tightly closed door slowly turned.

“omg!”

Jason woke up in bed in the same position again and realized.

It doesn’t matter where this is.

The important fact is that he is a prisoner of this nightmarish world.

“Jason! How long are you going to sleep?”

My mother’s voice can be heard outside.

That voice I always missed now feels scary.

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The urgent fire was put out thanks to the preying on the Green Gallagon.

Number 26, who was the most seriously injured of us all, ate more meat than usual. He ate two wings, each just under 10 meters long, all by himself.

The guy who had his stomach full swelled up and fell asleep right away. Thanks to this, he was able to inject enough psychic power to wake up PS-111 who was in a dormant state.

He handed over some of the Screamer’s remains to the awakened PS-111. The metal parts were not helpful for recharging energy, although biological tissue might have been fine.

Since I was in the ‘smart underdog’ form, I was able to get enough energy from a small amount of food supply. The puncture wound on my neck had almost completely healed, and the side effects of hunting had disappeared.

After taking a deep breath, we ended up spending the night in the hole I had dug.

I quietly woke up after seeing the sleeping No. 26 and PS-111.

To take a closer look at the new perks you’ve gained while preying on Jason.

‘Because it would be a noisy task to check here.’

I’m thinking of calling Jason in as a human-faced beast and asking him about it. Considering his personality, I expect he’ll be quite noisy even if he becomes a human-faced beast.

As I was coming out of the hole and walking among the trees, I heard footsteps behind me.

The griffon, whose beak had not yet fully healed, was the mother of heaven.

“Are you going to check out the special features?”

[Z (Yeah)]

“I’ll go too.”

I tried to tell her that it wasn’t necessary, but I looked into her eyes and let it go.

During the day, she was in a bad mood and got away with it, but Jason is one of her enemies. He ordered Muriel to kill her family.

The human-faced beast inherits some of the original’s memories. Recent experiences and elements that the original deems important remain even after becoming a human-faced beast.

Maybe Jason’s face remembers something about Muriel.

‘I’m sure you have a lot to say.’

Compared to Muriel, Jason had a relatively merciful death. It was inevitable, as he was trying to escape by means unknown to us.

But she even put parasites in her head to avenge her family. It might be harsh to tell her to forget about the situation.

‘I need to get information about my other colleagues anyway. It wouldn’t be bad for her to hear it.’

[Zuzuzu zuuzu zuuzu zuuzu (if that makes you feel better)]

“thank you.”

I moved a little way away from the pit with my Heavenly Mother.

The dark forest had a rather ominous atmosphere due to the relentless blizzard, but none of us were afraid of it.

‘I think this will be enough.’

I found a suitable spot and half-lying down, I changed the characteristics of the human-faced beast. One of the human-faced beasts covered in fur was sucked into my body.

And then a new face, soaked in sticky liquid, rose from its place. With skin as smooth as a newborn baby, it belonged to the cult priest, Jason.

After a moment, Jason opened his eyes wide.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

[Zuzu (quiet)]

Jason shut his mouth when I put my finger to his lips and gestured for him to be quiet.

The human face is one of my body parts. All of its movements are under my control.

[Zuz …

“… … .”

Jason blinked absentmindedly as he answered. I gave him permission to speak.

“Mom, I’ll tell you everything! So, please, don’t send me back to hell, hell!”

Usually, when you become a human-faced beast, you think that you have lost all control of your body, so you tend to listen to me. And for some unknown reason, as time goes by, you start to want to be used as a human-faced beast rather than sleep.

‘For something like that, he’s incredibly obedient.’

It was hard to imagine Jason’s arrogant attitude in real life, but he was cooperative. Even his mother in heaven, watching from the side, was dumbfounded.

‘Well, this has nothing to do with me.’

If you behave yourself, it will be good for me. I started asking him questions.

What special abilities he possesses, his forces, the personal information of his colleagues, etc.

Although the time I spent talking to the man was only about an hour, the amount of information I gained was by no means small. It was to the extent that I had never received such high-quality information in recent times.

‘Let’s think about that part later.’

What’s important now is the part about special benefits.

Jason had three perks in total. One was a unique ability he gained when he came to this world, and the other two were things he stole by killing players.

‘Psychic technology synthesis, Coldblood’s particle creature manipulation ability, Metallic Gremlin’s warp ability.’

The second ability was embodied by a golden figure on the creature’s back, and the third ability was the one he was trying to use when he escaped.

‘… I managed to win this with great difficulty.’

The decisive reason Jason lost was that he had unmatched strength. If he hadn’t been so intoxicated by his own power, we would have lost.

‘I should be careful too.’

It was ultimately my fault that Ham Ort took Adhai away from me. After killing Jason, I made a hasty and careless decision.

I have a lot to lose now. It’s different from the situation in the game where I only had to take care of my own life.

And in the game, if you die, you just come back to life, but this is not the case here. If I, as well as No. 26, Adhai, Heavenly Mother, and PS-111, die, that’s the end.

‘It’s not that it doesn’t have resurrection properties, but…’

I can never obtain it now. It’s a trait that I can only obtain by risking my life even after becoming an adult, so it’s faster to just pretend it doesn’t exist.

‘We have to be extra careful to protect the guys.’

I steeled myself again and re-enabled the text box I had checked during the day.

“Predatory effect activated! ‘Jason (Jason Turningham)’s special privilege successfully stolen!”

“Can be fused with the ‘Space Bacteria’ and ‘Flame of Hallucination’ you have. Please select the trait. The result of your selection will be affected by the trait used as a material.”

“P.S. You are at a crossroads with a major choice. Please choose carefully.”

｢Time left until trait selection: 13:09:30｣

“You are eligible to use the trait enhancement system. Would you like to use the system?”

‘This has to do with Jason’s second privilege.’

The ability to control the golden form he used, that is, the particle creature control ability he gained from Coldblood.

The remaining two perks are locked because I don’t have any traits that I can use as perk materials. Jason doesn’t know which traits are compatible with them either. I guess I’ll have to experiment with getting various traits.

‘It probably has to be a trait related to the nature of the privilege.’

The ‘Mark of the Enemy’ trait obtained by killing Muriel previously, and the ‘Plunderer’s Irregular Polyhedron’ used ‘Metal Absorption’ as a material. Thanks to that, I gained the ability to eat ‘weapons’ and specialize in the unique properties of those weapons.

If so, it is highly likely that particle biocontrol capabilities will also be similar.

‘However, this time there are only two characteristics that can be used as materials.’

One is the infection-related trait ‘Space Bacteria’, and the other is the superpower-related trait ‘Hallucinatory Flames’. Traits with completely different personalities were selected as the target of fusion.

‘It’s not like I can’t guess at all.’

If we look at the nature of the privilege, it is not completely unrelated to the characteristics it responds to.

First, if we look at the space bacteria part, there is a similarity in that they produce and manage small particles.

Jason said that the particle creature control ability is to freely control the golden particle creature through a special organ located between the spinal cord and the brain. It is also because the particle creatures are attached to the special organ that they rely heavily on the host’s senses.

In simple terms, you can think of it as creating new arms and legs whenever needed.

‘Perhaps if it were to fuse with space bacteria, it would acquire a form similar to the abilities it used.’

I’m not sure though.

‘Anyway, let’s skip this part.’

Next is the flames of illusion.

The Flame of Illusion can be considered a downgraded version of the Purple Spraygun. As the name suggests, it has the ability to breathe out fire made up of psychic power.

‘It would have been nice if only the firepower was a bit stronger.’

The firepower of the Flame of Illusion is truly miserable. No wonder it is nicknamed “Purple Urine” in the game.

However, it is worth obtaining if you think about the future, as it can be used as a material for powerful fusion characteristics later on. In addition, it can be used here to create powerful characteristics through the Transcendence system.

It’s easy to guess why a trait that doesn’t seem particularly useful, other than its potential, is used as a material for the symbol of a strong enemy.

‘This part is clearly related to the original owner.’

The original owner of the particle creature control ability was the Coldblood player.

The Coldbloods are an unfortunate race whose entire race was mortgaged due to a wrongful contract with the Vortex One.

That’s why Coldblood players use a lot of abilities that originated from Vortex One. In fact, depending on the player’s choice, there are events where they can use Vortex One’s unique ability, the ‘Power of the Abyss’ trait.

Anyway, based on this, we can guess that using superpower-related technology as materials may have originated from Coldblood’s unique setting.

‘Because Vortex One is the strongest psychic power creature.’

According to Jason, the Coldblood player who had this perk went through the Vortex One cult route.

In other words, if it is combined with a superpower series trait, it can be implemented in a form similar to the Vortex One ability used by the original owner.

‘Let’s recap.’

If we were to create a symbol of strength using space bacteria as material, it would likely have properties similar to the golden form Jason used.

On the other hand, if you use the Flame of Illusion as a material, it will be implemented with characteristics similar to those used by the original owner, Coldblood Player.

‘… Well, it’s all just guesswork anyway.’

The world of Space Survival doesn’t teach players anything straight. Players have to figure everything out on their own.

‘Should I postpone it?’

There are still 13 hours left. If by any chance you specialize in a perk and the mine trait comes out, the damage will be quite big.

After thinking about it for a few minutes, I shook my head.

‘No. Let’s choose now.’

I don’t think that thinking about it for 13 hours straight will give you an answer. I think you should move cautiously, but that doesn’t mean you should postpone your decision indefinitely.

Whatever characteristics emerge, it would be much more productive to quickly identify them and study how to use them.

With that in mind, I chose the traits I wanted to use as the material for the Proof of a Strong Enemy.