Soul of Burning Steel

If people can name themselves, then Kreller, the former frigate captain of the Mycroft Expeditionary Force, will definitely add all the lucky words to his name without thinking, no matter how it sounds or not, for example Kreiler · Good Luck, Kryle Lucky Star, Kryle Golden Rule, etc., etc.

But in fact, Kreiler felt that if a person's name really had a descriptive suffix, then his name must have been given by Kreiler Bad Luck.

Because he was really unlucky.

Consciousness wakes up from a long slumber, the soul trembles slightly, and the "self-will" is revived. When it is hit by a stray bullet due to bad luck, the ship explodes; The time was found; because of bad luck, wandering in the depths of the void, and recently gradually comatose because of the depletion of the energy of the soul ball to protect the soul, after waking up, the first thing in his heart was to thank fate.

"Thank good luck—if there is one—I'm alive!"

What? Curse fate? What doesn't exist doesn't exist, people are so unlucky and still blame others, if there is really a god in charge of luck and despair, insulting the other party may make the misery worse, anyway, praise doesn't cost money, and it doesn't matter how much you say .

At any rate, he can still wake up now, which is enough for him to be grateful.

"Wait... where is this?"

However, Kreller, who thought he was found by the search and rescue team and sent back to Jetrum's main base to be resurrected, was in a relaxed mood, but soon discovered that the situation was different from what he had imagined.

"Green... culture fluid?"

Opening his sore eyes, Kreiler, who felt like he couldn't control his body, tried to look around, but he could only see a green filter—it took him a long time to realize that it was a layer of green. Green nutrient solution, and I am in a huge glass jar full of nutrient solution.

This is not right!

An alarm bell sounded in Kreiler's heart. After all, he was a trained expeditionary soldier, and he knew that the resurrection spring at the main base was not green... Of course, this may not be the case. The color of the spring water depends on the coach, Marshal Radcliffe. He can choose whatever color he wants, but no matter what, even if the resurrection spring is green, he shouldn't put it in a jar!

His eyes opened wider, and Kreiler began to gradually adapt to the light here, and his blurred vision gradually became clear. He can now see himself in the corner of a room, the walls and ceiling of the entire room are made of white chitin It is composed of matter, and the floor is silver-gray. It can be seen that there are various complex biological structures in this room. They grow from the inside of the carapace, just like tables and chairs. In addition, Kreiler also discovered that his body that should have been eliminated had been regenerated, as evidenced by his ability to open his eyes and turn his eyeballs.

——Maybe I was picked up or captured by an existence of a different civilization?

Because of the training, this possibility quickly appeared in Kreiler's mind. He also knew that now is not the time to panic. The most important thing now is to find someone else to communicate with—at least the other party saved his soul and helped regenerate his body. , shouldn't be considered completely malicious. Even if there was genuine malice, Kreller knew that he was powerless to resist. In that case, it would be better to communicate first.

So he tried his best to raise his somewhat stiff hand, and knocked vigorously on the 'glass jar' that enveloped him.

Bang bang bang!

The vibration came, and it was a feeling beyond Kreller's expectations. This 'glass' is very strong, with a very flexible texture. It is not so much a silicon crystal as it is some kind of special transparent biological material. The short knocking time just now made Kreller feel that this 'glass' is The illusion of life.

And soon, the alien civilization creature he was waiting for appeared.

"You woke up very quickly... I thought it would take at least ten days for you to wake up." (Here is a foreign language)

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood proliferating, in the white carapace room, an individual gradually 'grows' out - from Kreiler's perspective, it is a mass of tentacled, sea anemone-like flesh and blood growing out of it. The carapace seeps out, and finally gets entangled and condenses into an 'entity' that looks close to human beings.

Although it sounds disgusting and terrifying, in fact, Kreiler's impression is not bad, mainly because the tentacles are all made of silvery white translucent material, and the entangled shapes are also very regular, which looks like a strange shape. But smooth biological aesthetics, and because this flesh-and-blood physical mimicry human figure has long tentacled hair flowing, it looks more like a woman.

"Hmm... not bad, it seems that I have recovered almost, and my skills have improved again."

The tentacles of the sea anemone-like creature (hereafter referred to as sea anemone) trembled, seeming to have confirmed Kreller's current situation, it thought for a while, and then directly communicated with the spirit: "How do you feel, Mrs. Micro? If it feels good, I will remove the nutrient solution."

"It's okay...should be."

Kreiler now feels that he is really good. Except for a little dizziness and being soaked in the water, everything is fine, so he answered decisively, but soon, when all the nutrient solution flowed out from the drain , when Kleil, who was originally floating in the nutrient solution, really stood on the ground with his own body, he immediately regretted it.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much!!!"

As soon as the soles of the feet touched the ground, Kreiler felt a piercing pain. This pain ignored all willpower and appeared directly in the brain and soul. It was only a moment. The former expedition captain couldn't bear the pain, curled up on the ground - but in the next moment, the more intense soul pain made him stand up again.

Whether the contact surface of the soles of the feet is larger or the contact surface of the whole body is larger, for humans, it is a question that does not need to be considered. He can only choose to stand up.

And at this moment, the sea anemone stretched out a tentacle and put it on Kreiler's shoulder. Using this contact point as the source, Kleiler immediately felt the pain begin to dissipate, and all perceptions returned to normal.

"It seems that something went wrong when I prepared it."

The sea anemone approached Kreiler, and more than a dozen tentacles slapped on Kreiler. Soon, it found the reason and nodded thoughtfully: "I see, your soul is damaged, and this brand new body created by me Incoordination, there is a conflict between the body and the soul, and the existence of a single soul form for a long time has damaged your soul, and now there are some bad contacts... But other than that, there are no major problems, and my repair technology is really good."

——This problem has been turned upside down, okay? !

Kreiler was shocked. What this alien life 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 to the sky, but because it can be activated, it is a It's the same as a good game', or to put it another way, it's also a twisted thing like 'Although this exercise can make people go crazy, insane, or even inappropriate, it's still a good exercise because it can be practiced'.

How distorted these three views are!

"Mrs. McRaw is really hypocritical."

Kreiler has forgotten that the way he communicates with the sea anemone from another world now is through spiritual contact. The thoughts of both parties are the dialogue between the two sides. All the complaints in his heart have been faithfully passed on to the sea anemone. Kui's tentacles trembled, and she felt a 'cold glance' in her mind, and then continued: "When each of our larvae is born, it has to withstand 1,700 times the amount of magic energy radiation that standard carbon-based organisms can withstand. This kind of radiation can directly tear apart the genetic factors, and 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 incoordination of the soul, and it's not something that will cause real damage. This kind of thing is just an illusion. Learn to adapt, little guy."

"...Well, you are indeed right."

What else could Kreller say? There is indeed nothing wrong with what the other party said, but it is just the pain without real damage. Wouldn't it be good to bear it for a while? Although this is almost like what the marshal said.

Kreller 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 him... Let's not talk about how the other party made it for the time being, if the other party does not take him away, Whether Mycroft's rescue team can find him is also a kindness. Kreiler was silent for a while, then bent down directly, and thanked: "In any case, you saved me, and I am very grateful for that."

"However, if it is possible, can you send me back to the star field where the Mycroft civilization is located? I promise, we will definitely give you a satisfactory reward, and I will personally pay one. Also, although it is a bit Excuse me, but may I know your name and race? You will gain the friendship of Mrs. McCrowe."

When he said this, Kreller's attitude was neither humble nor overbearing. Although from an individual point of view, it would be fine for him to kneel down to thank him, but he was a soldier of the Mycroft Expeditionary Army after all—at least Kreiler thought he was , so he must not discredit his race and affiliation.

Even if the attitude is a little arrogant.

"What an arrogant little guy."

In this regard, the sea anemone was unexpectedly not interested. This tentacle creature that mimicked the appearance of a human woman slowly 'sat' on a strangely shaped shell chair. Not only did its mental fluctuations not have the slightest excitement and waves, but Revealed a lazy tone: "I saved you, not because of the friendship of 'Mrs. McCrom', or even for my race, but outright selfish desires. As for sending you back, it is not No, but there must have been some big troubles in the country recently, the borders are very tightly blocked, and I don't have permission to go out, so I can only say it's a pity."

Probably because of sitting down, the body surface of the silver-white sea anemone changed color to a very lazy 'beige', and its mental fluctuations became softer: "As for my name and race ? It doesn't hurt to tell you—my name is 'Erma', which may also be called 'Universal Instance 19090763', and my race."

Having said that, Erma's spirit fluctuated for a while, but then she continued indifferently: "Of course they are the only species in the 'Amos King's Court', the 'Amos people'."

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