Became an Evolving Space Monster - Chapter 204



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Ep. 203

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The society and institutions of the Cult Empire are quite different from those of Megacorp or Star Union. This is only natural, as they have developed their civilizations in completely different environments.

For example, the knowledge managers aboard the Cult Empire fleet are a concept that does not exist in Megacorp or Star Union. If we were to make a comparison, they could be seen as a combination of the information storage system and ship engineers of other forces.

The knowledge manager uses his excellent knowledge to assist the captain during the voyage, and in times of emergency, he takes charge of ship repairs. Because of the importance of his work, the knowledge manager is respected as much as the captain of any ship.

But even that great position didn’t help much in breaking the current situation.

The intruder who killed the captain began to massacre the crew members in the situation room.

The monster was something that even the knowledge manager didn’t know. It was a mechanical creature with eight large and small arms, blades at the end, a pale female face, and a hideous tail. It was like something out of a nightmare.

The knowledge manager racked his brains to find out who the other powers were competing with the Empire, but he was unable to uncover their true identity.

If there is a being that matches his external characteristics, it would be the Star Union’s cursed bioweapon, Screamer.

However, as far as he knew, the Screamer did not use as many weapons as the Beast. On the other hand, the hideous hybrid fired deadly energy bullets from its tail and mouth.

The knowledge manager knows well what weapon the cool blue glowing energy comes from. It is the ‘Demolisher’, a weapon mainly used by the Temple Guardians.

“damage!”

“Huh, huh?”

The creature’s tail makes a large circle. Energy bullets that break down matter in time with the movement of the tail rain down on the cultists’ heads.

Some were lucky enough to avoid it, while others were not.

“My, my arm! My paaaargh…!”

“… Gulp.”

A crew member whose entire arm was lost due to the decomposition effect, and an unlucky cultist who was hit in the upper body and only had the lower half of his body left. The sight of them, not even a drop of blood flowing like they always had, was truly eerie.

“Aim for that bastard’s tail!”

“It’s no use! I can shoot with my mouth too!” “Damn it!”

That’s exactly right. The culprit that blew off the captain’s head was the energy bullet that flew from that head.

Even if the creature’s only means of attack was its tail, the chances of the situation improving were slim. The creature moved so quickly that it was nearly impossible for them, the non-combatants, to hit the narrow target area.

“Knowledge Manager! The captain is dead, so you are the commander!”

“Do something about it!”

It would be nice to take a closer look, but before that, the crew members were all wiped out. The knowledge manager, who had been hiding and observing the enemy, finally gave an order.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a restraint or something! If you have any technique to restrict the bastard’s movements, just unleash it!”

Although it was only for a short time, when he saw the thing, it seemed that it had low resistance to psychic powers.

The reason is that he tries to avoid the psychic rifles fired by the cultists as much as possible.

The psychic rifle on the bridge is not a very powerful weapon. It is just something that non-combatants can use in an emergency situation.

But that guy had been fighting evasively since a while ago. He must have realized a long time ago that we had the upper hand in firepower.

Therefore, it can be assumed that the enemy has low psychic resistance.

At the shout of the knowledge manager, the goat-horned cultists began to gather their psychic powers, drawing out any techniques they had learned that could capture the enemy.

A strong flow of energy, strong enough to fill the situation room, entangled the creature. Then, the creature’s wild movements became dull.

“Kirik?”

The bastard tilted his head as he felt something strange in his body. His movements slowed down and finally stopped.

The bastard rolls his blood-red eyes around. He must be trying to examine the abnormalities in his body.

Soon, the eight arms began to tremble and move.

“What a tremendous force!”

“We have to finish him off quickly!”

The situation room was filled with the sound of explosions coming from the creature’s body and the groans of the cultists trying to capture him.

We need to finish him off as quickly as possible. The rest of the cultists, except those using the technology, aimed their rifles at the bastard’s head.

The moment their guns were about to fire, the knowledge manager doubted his eyes.

Because something was standing in the doorway where no one had been.

The being had horns on its head, similar to the cult. It was also similar in height and stood on two feet. However, the knowledge manager could not feel even the slightest intimacy with its appearance.

I could tell instinctively that this being was just as dangerous as the machine they had captured.

The eyes of the man standing at the door moved. His bright amber eyes turned to the knowledge manager.

The moment his eyes met the man’s, the knowledge manager felt his amber eyes glow blue. He quickly tried to call his colleagues.

But before that, there was a voice calling him.

“hungry!”

“?!”

He was startled by the soft words whispered in his ear. He turned his head, but there was no one behind him.

‘What was that just now…?’

“I’m so hungry I could die!”

“!”

The voice that had been whispering until just now was now thunderous enough to shake his brain. The knowledge manager threw down his rifle and covered his ears with both hands.

“I’m hungry!” “Please!” “I’m hungry!” “Meat! Give me meat!” “I want to tear into something!” “There’s plenty of food around!” “Hurry!” “Tear me to pieces!” “Innards!” “I’ll pull out my liver!” “Blood! I want blood!” “Cut the bones!”

A curse filled with resentment whispers even when you block your ears. It tells you to kill those around you. It tells you to fill your stomach with their meat.

He tried to endure somehow, but the voices were quickly eating away at him. The great knowledge and reason he possessed were fading away surprisingly quickly. What took their place was an endlessly swelling madness.

“Knowledge Manager! What should I do… Huh?”

“Th, th, th… .”

By the time his colleagues realized something was wrong, it was too late. The knowledge manager was no longer there.

There are only victims possessed by an icy evil spirit.

“Ghhhhhhhhhh!”

“Eww!”

The moment the knowledge manager, enslaved by the evil spirit, rushed to his colleagues, the monster outside the situation room also came in. The monster with golden fur, black stripes, and horns on its head rushed to those who were binding the machine creatures.

Every time the creature’s sharp claws flashed, the cultists fell, spewing blood. As their comrades fell one by one, the mechanical creatures’ bonds were also broken.

Two monsters that brutally tear apart the cultists, and a knowledge manager who suddenly goes mad.

The number of cultists in the situation room quickly dwindled.

When exactly nine people remained, the slaughter stopped. The bipedal monster went to the cult’s computer and started messing around with something.

Meanwhile, the eight-armed monster was ‘absorbing’ the fallen cultists.

It was not a metaphor. The creature sucked the life out of the corpse with its hooked clawed hands. Every time the creature touched a corpse, the corpse would instantly wilt and soon dry up like a mummy.

The problem was that among the cultists lying on the ground, there were still some alive. Those who were severely wounded and subdued also became victims of the creature.

“T-T-stop it! T-T-don’t do that! T-don’t do that!”

The bastard’s hand reached out to the cultist who was dying with his leg cut off. He screamed in agony as he was being consumed alive by the monster. You could tell how much pain he was in without even hearing his scream.

When all the work was done, his body was reduced to one third of its size. The thing that took its hand off the cultist’s corpse pulled out its mechanical tongue and licked its fingernails.

The moment the creature was about to target new prey, the floor of the situation room began to shake. Then, both the creature touching the computer and the creature preying on the cultists stopped moving.

The vibrations in the situation room were getting closer. It was much louder than when they broke down the door earlier.

The nine remaining cultists quickly realized who was making the vibrations. A being crawling to end the nightmare.

“Geu-geu-geu-geu”

It was an even bigger nightmare.

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[Zuzuzuzuzu (You worked hard)]

“What hardship? It’s not like I’ve done it once or twice.”

[Zuzu (Hinji)]

The situation room was a veritable sea of ​​blood. A delicious smell wafted from the pieces of meat scattered here and there and the blood dripping down the floor.

All of them were traces of the cult. In the corner of the situation room, nine cultists were trembling, disarmed.

“I thought I might need it to hide my stomach.”

[Zuzuzuzuzuzuzu (Thank you. Good job)]

This spaceship will be useful when we leave the planet. Since we don’t plan on eroding it right away, we plan to hide it somewhere.

‘Then you’ll need crew members to manage it.’

I activated my ‘mimetic organ’ for the first time in a long time. One of the five genetic information stored in my body spread to every part of my body.

The vocal cords between my mouth and throat were reconfigured based on the genetic information I received, and the tiny holes in my synthetic scales, skin, and carapace were ready to release new pheromones.

I opened my mouth slowly.

“Come here.”

When the voice of my compatriot came out of my mouth, all nine of them were greatly surprised. Their faces, which were looking at me, gradually turned pale.

Because of the pheromones of the mimetic organ, I will be seen as a cult in their eyes. However, because of my size, they will feel a strong sense of discomfort. They will absolutely not want to come near me, as they have suddenly transformed from a monster into a member of the same species who gives off an ominous feeling.

‘But they have no freedom.’

There was nowhere for them to run from the cruiser floating above the clouds. The cult survivors approached me like prisoners being led to the execution grounds.

I was lying face down in the hallway outside the situation room, and I planted parasites on them. The first target was running wild, so I ate him with my erosion tentacles, but after that, they listened to me obediently.

“Land this ship.”

“…yes.”

I instructed them to land around the location of my nest. The cultists, all with ashen faces, began tuning the cruiser.

‘I wish I could do it myself, but…’

I am now much larger than when I was a semi-adult. My length itself has not changed much, but my carapace has grown thicker due to my bone beast nature, and my wings, although folded, still take up a lot of space.

Even if I just lie down in the hallway, my body is completely stuffed, let alone go into the situation room. If I try to force myself in and control the computer in this state, I’ll probably end up breaking it.

While lying face down like that, I called PS-111.

[Zzuzuzuzuzuzu zuzuzuzuzu zuzuzuzu (I brought a demolisher because I thought you might need it)]

“Thank you. More than that, I need another tool that ‘Aimov’ is holding.”

[Zuzu (this?)]

PS-111 looked at the loot held in my small arms by my chest. After hunting the Temple Guardians, I took their equipment.

I have Gallagon’s Claw Sword, a type of reinforced suit called Yongrinbok (龍鱗服), and other miscellaneous side weapons in my hands.

Since the previous fight with Muriel, I’ve kept important equipment in my backpack and stored them separately. Things like the Blood Reaver, the Golden Spear of the Priest, and the Tuner.

However, I am not changing it because I am making a lot of profit from the ‘God’s Whip’ obtained by preying on the brain god.

I was thinking about bringing the equipment I recently acquired to the nest, but it looks like PS-111 is interested.

[Zuzuzuzuzuzuzu (Do you want something?)]

“I need a silver tool that contains psychic powers and the genetic information of a specific creature.”

The thing he chose was Gallagon’s Claw Sword. I handed him the weapon with my fingers, and he swallowed it whole.

Soon after, the arms on the guy’s arms began to change, with sickle-shaped claws. The black scythes quickly turned silver from the tip, and they became thicker than before. The new appearance was very similar to the claws of the White Gallagon.

The guy who had replaced the scythe with Gallagon’s claw waved his arm once. A transparent blade made of psychic power shot out and cut through the wall of the situation room.

“You can now use psychic powers.”

The guy who saw the traces he had made nodded with satisfaction.

‘They said it was a new model.’

Contrary to his casual remarks, the abilities he demonstrated were by no means something to be taken lightly. His true identity was a mutant Screamer intermediate terminal model. He was like a prototype of a combat weapon.

That means it could be mass-produced.

We’ve heard before that players are involved in the development of the mutant Screamers. You might end up fighting hundreds or thousands of PS-111 level Screamers when you fight them.

‘… I think that’s unlikely, though.’

Of all the Screamers we’ve seen so far, none have come close to or even as powerful as PS-111. If the other entities were similar to PS-111, the players would have already conquered the universe.

‘It’ll be clear once we find the guy’s top model.’

When we found PS-111, he was in bad shape. Thanks to him, 26 was able to reboot him as an ally, but much of the information stored in his memory was corrupted.

For example, he couldn’t remember the operation or strategic goals when he first entered this planet. The top model that controls the intermediate terminal models would know about those things.

‘You said Pira Eleven?’

The supreme commander of the mutant Screamers. It is currently unknown whether he is a Screamer or an android. While I was looking at PS-111 and thinking about my future plans, the Heavenly Mother approached me.

“I was just browsing through my computer and found some interesting information.”

[Zuzu zuzu (what information?)]

“A creature presumed to be a Green Gallagon approached and then turned away.”

[Zuz …

“I don’t think so. It must have been trying to hunt, since it approached close range and then retreated.”

Gallagon, with its aggressive nature, rarely retreats when it sees its prey. It only retreats when it is scouting or encounters a formidable opponent.

‘Is it because of me?’

It has a large body and tentacles like a Gallagon with a black outer shell, so if you are facing an inexperienced Gallagon, you might mistake it for one. There may be differences in the detailed appearance, but if you look at it hidden by clouds, it will look exactly like a Black Gallagon.

‘It’s a good thing we didn’t fight…’

Currently, the White Gallagon Ham Ort group, which has Adhai, and the Odd Grad group that has been around for a while are competing in this area. It is unknown which force they belong to.

‘Any power that finds out about me will be very wary.’

And Gallagon doesn’t like having a strong opponent set up in front of his eyes. He’ll probably try to exclude me.

I guess we’ll have to hurry up and prepare for the battle with Gallagon.