Transformed into Cosmic Horror in a Sci-Fi Universe – 36
<strong><em>EP.36 Extermination of Pests</em></strong>
The currentmander of the Kapteri tribe had dispersed his subordinates across fives, instructing them to remain hidden. This was to increase their numbers and prepare for the future.
Here, they wouldn’t be discovered. No dangerous events would ur. Although the area was within the influence of powerful gamma rays and energy storms due to the aftermath of a supernova, this was not an issue for the Kapteri tribe, who were specialized in radiation and space environments. They just needed to endure for several decades.
…That was what they thought.
It appeared on the they had hidden on, at some point. A massive shadow emerged, blocking the intense light caused by the supernova’s aftermath. Its size was so immense that it covered the entire.
Amazingly, it was moving. Its tentacles extended from its gigantic body, writhing here and there, while its enormous, blood-red eyes gazed down at the.
“Kkik… kkeugeuk.”The moment themander of the Kapteri tribe met those red eyes, he thought, ‘Ah, the end hase for our species.’
An absolute end that could never be defied. An unimaginably deep abyss. An inevitable death was staring at them.
The Kapteri tribe froze in ce. Normally, upon sensing a crisis, they would all enter a state of alert and either engage in battle or flee into space to find another safe ce to reproduce. But they couldn’t move.
Themander couldn’t even issue an order to move. No, it wasn’t that he couldn’t; it was that it would be meaningless. His instincts as a living being told him there was no way to escape from that thing. No matter what they did, it would be futile. The moment they were discovered, their annihtion was certain.
The moving end of the world, the eyes of termination. All they could do was wait. It simply stared down at them without a word, but it was merely toying with them. The moment its curiosity ended would be the end of the Kapteri tribe.
Just as they were thinking that,
Kiieeeeeng─
“Geueeek!”
“Geuek!”
“Kraaaak!”
Suddenly, themander’s head began to ache intensely. It was an extreme pain he had never felt in his life. It felt as if dozens of tiny Kapteri tribe members were madly burrowing and gnawing inside his head. The pain was so severe that he wished he could just die.
Not only themander but also the other Kapteri tribe members seemed to be experiencing the same pain, as they all screamed and rolled on the ground.
It wasn’t hard to realize that it was the doing of the massive entity before them. It could kill them instantly but chose to toy with them instead. Out of mere curiosity, it inflicted terrible pain upon them.
‘Just kill us already…!’
Themander of the Kapteri tribe wanted to shout this, but he couldn’t utter a word.
It wasn’t just because of the excruciating headache. The despairing realization that speaking would be utterly futile also sealed his lips. They could only hope for a swift and painless death.
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Oh, that won’t do.
Considering the crimes you mightmit in the future, you deserve at least a thousand years of suffering… Hmm, but is it right to punish you for something you haven’t done yet?
No! Think about the countless space species ands you’ve harmed over the centuries. Consider this your punishment!
Yes, even when I used to catch mosquitoes or flies, I would torture them alive, channeling the anger from all the pests that had ever bothered me. I’d cut off their wings or snouts, making sure they stayed alive to suffer as much as possible.
Well, I don’t know if those creatures felt pain, but honestly, I think pests like mosquitoes and flies deserve such treatment. So do you. You deserve this!
Moreover, since you’re an intelligent species, you’ll definitely feel the pain. That’s even better.
“Keeek!”
“Kieeek!”
Hmm, it seems the fragilervae are barely hanging on with just a bit of mental copse.
Well, considering the mental contamination caused by directly witnessing my true form, it’s impressive they didn’t die immediately. The resilience of pests, indeed.
Since there are so many of them anyway, let’s take this opportunity to eliminate all the ones scattered across the others and leave only the ones on this where themander is.
There were too manyrvae, and they were bothersome, so I decided to let them all die. I would take only a few survivors, including themander, and imprison and torment them.
…Hmm, but am I being too cruel? Honestly, as an Outer God, this level of cruelty is somewhat expected, but I still feel a twinge of guilt due to my human ethics. Even though they are cosmic pests, is it right to torment them this much when they haven’t harmed me directly?
…Then again, what ethics do I need to uphold when I’ve already created life? As an Outer God, what could they possibly say to me? It’s not like other Outer Gods would criticize me. If anything, they are worse than me. I once glimpsed some information about Nyathotep’s experiments and dissections on living creatures from another universe… If I could vomit in this form, I would have.
Anyway, I’m actually being quite kind by dealing with these nasty pests. I’m probably doing a great favor to my cosmic friends by exterminating an entire species of space cockroaches.
Crack— Crunch!
First, I annihted the fourspletely overrun by the Kapteri tribe, along with all the Kapteri on them. I then confirmed the death of thervae, which were bleeding from every orifice. I captured a few surviving evolved forms and the Kapteri tribemander, imprisoning them in a giant insect collection container. The container was about 10 kilometers in size,rge enough to amodate even the building-sized Kapteri.
Now, I would torment them just enough to keep them alive. To prevent any idental escape that might harm the elves, I ced them in a separate subspace. By slightly distorting the space of the universe… Okay, a perfectly isted subspace was created, where no external influence could reach except his own.
Another source of amusement was added to my collection, along with civilization simtions and space opera dramas. Helping the Gctic Union friends and gaining entertainment—what a wise way to live as an Outer God.
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It created a vast, transparent space and imprisoned the surviving dozens of Kapteri tribe members, including themander.
“Krugh… Kieek…”
As they were confined within the space, the excruciating headache vanished. However, trapped in the narrow space, they were transported somewhere unknown. They couldn’t tell where they were. It was pitch-ck darkness, with no starlight, radiation, or gravity. It felt like an empty void. No, even a void wasn’t devoid of the energy that filled the universe. But here, it was truly ’emptiness’ itself. A space where nothing could be felt.
The only things present were the massive transparent case, about 10 kilometers in length, that imprisoned them, and the dozens of Kapteri tribe members inside it. They could do nothing but remain helplessly trapped within. In this void of no energy and no sense of time passing, the Kapteri tribe began to tremble in fear. They had no idea when or where it would return to inflict pain upon them again.
They wished it would just kill them quickly. They envied thervae whose brains had melted and died, and their kin who had perished along with the others. As they shivered in terror, thinking this,
[Shall we start with some cold torture? I wonder at what temperature you’ll freeze?]
A voice directly entered their minds.
“Keeek!”
“Kieeek!!”
Just hearing that voice made the Kapteri tribe members writhe in agony, their six legs twitching uncontrobly.
The voice felt as if it was directly drilling into their brains, pounding them relentlessly. Even though it was merely conveying words, the pain was unbearable. But that was just the beginning. As it had said, the cold torture began, and the surroundings started to grow colder.
The Kapteri tribe could survive in the vacuum of space, enduring extreme temperatures. However, the problem was that this ce went beyond the absolute zero of space. The temperature dropped even lower. Theoretically, at absolute zero, the entropy of a substance bes zero, meaning the temperature cannot drop further. But here, suchws did not apply.
The motion of molecules came to aplete halt. All physical movement ceased. It was a state ofplete freezing. In this absurd phenomenon, defying the physicalws of the universe, the bodies of the Kapteri tribe began to freeze. It wasn’t just freezing; the molecr motion stopped entirely, causing the material to solidify and start to disintegrate.
From the edges, everything slowly stopped, and the sensation of everything gradually copsing was something they couldn’t even feel. They couldn’tprehend what was happening to them. It was a space where everything hade to a halt.
[Oops… Maybe that was a bit too much.]
Yet, even in such a state, its voice was heard clearly. And immediately after,
“Kehk! Guh… urgh…”
“Ugh… ugh…”
The surrounding temperature returned to normal.
At that moment, the molecules began to move again. The biological clock started ticking, and the frozen, disintegrating bodies regained their sensations. The unimaginable, excruciating pain was like having their bodies petrified and shattered into pieces.
Even the shattered fragments of their bodies sent signals to their brains, causing an unbearable agony that felt like their brains were burning. More than half of the Kapteri tribe died from shock, unable to withstand the pain. These beings, known for their extraordinary vitality, were killed by the unbearable agony.
The surviving Kapteri tribemander thought to himself,
“This is impossible. I can’t endure this. Do I have to repeat this torture until I die?”
Considering the previousment, “That was a bit too much,” it was clear that the intention was to torment them without killing them. This was unbearable.
The Kapteri tribemander, thinking desperately, forced out a voice that didn’t want toe out and begged,
“Oh, great and mighty being…! I will be your faithful servant… Please, please release us… Free us from this pain…”
He wept, pleading desperately for their release.
Of course, the sight of a massive, grotesque crustacean-like creature begging in a pitiful, whining voice was more likely to evoke disgust than sympathy.