If people can name themselves, then Creer, the former captain of the Mycrov Expeditionary Force, would definitely add all the lucky words to their names without thinking, whether they sound good or not, such as Creer Good Luck, Creer Lucky Star, Creer Golden Law, etc.

But in fact, Kreller felt that if a person's name really had a description suffix, then his name must be Creller's unlucky one.

Because he is really unlucky.

The consciousness awakens from a long sleep, and the soul trembles slightly, allowing the "self-will" to be revived. When he was hit by a stray bullet because of his unluckyness, the ship exploded; because of his unluckyness, the Soul Abyss Ball was knocked away, but was not found by the search and rescue team as soon as possible; because of his unluckyness, he wandered in the depths of the void. Recently, Krell, who was gradually unconscious after the energy to protect the soul of the Soul Abyss Ball, woke up, but the first thing he thought about was thanks for fate.

"Thanks to the God of Luck—if any—I'll survive!"

What? Curse fate? What does not exist does not exist. People are so unlucky and still blame others. If there is really a god who is in charge of luck and despair, insulting the other party is probably going to be more tragic. Anyway, praise is not a big deal, so it is not bad for a word.

After all, he can still wake up now, which is enough for him to thank him for his gratitude.

"Wait...what is this?"

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

"Green...culture medium?"

Opening his cramped and sore eyes, Kreller, who felt that he was not obedient to his body, tried to observe the surroundings, but he could only see a layer of green filter. After a while, he realized that it was a layer of green nutrient solution, and he was in a huge glass jar full of nutrient solution.

This is not right!

Krell's heart suddenly sounded. After all, the trained expeditionary army soldiers knew that the resurrection spring on the main base was not green... Of course, this might be the color of the spring depends on the mood of the coach Marshal Radcliff. He could do whatever he wanted, but no matter what, even if the resurrection spring was green, he should not put it in a jar!

With his eyes wider, Kreller began to gradually adapt to the light here, and his blurry vision gradually became clear. He could now see that he was in the corner of a room. The four walls and ceiling of the room were composed of white chitin matter, and the floor was silver-gray. It can be seen that the room was filled with various complex biological structures, which grew from the inside of the carapace, like tables, chairs and furniture. In addition, Kreller also found that his body should have been eliminated and his body had been reborn. He could make the action of opening his eyes and turning his eyes.

——I was probably picked up or captured by the existence of a different civilization?

Because of training, this possibility quickly appeared in Kreller's heart. He also knew that now is not the time to panic. The most important thing now is to find other people to communicate - at least the other party has preserved his soul and helped to regenerate his body, which should not be considered completely malicious. Even if it is really malicious, Kreller knew that he was powerless to resist. Since that is the case, it would be better to communicate first.

So he tried to lift his somewhat stiff hand and knocked on the "glass jar" that enveloped him.

Bang bang bang!

The vibration was beyond Krell's expectation. This "glass" was very strong and had a very flexible texture. It was not so much a silicon crystal, but rather a special transparent biomaterial material. The short knocking time just now made Krell feel that this "glass" had the illusion of life.

Soon, the creatures of civilization in another world he was waiting for appeared.

"I woke up very quickly... I thought it would take at least ten days for you to wake up." (This is another interpretation)

Accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood proliferation, individuals gradually "grow" in the white carapace room - from Krell's perspective, a ball of flesh and blood covered with tentacles, like sea anemones seeping out of the carapace, and finally entangled and condensed into an "entity" that looks close to humans.

Although it sounds a bit disgusting, in fact, Clayle's appearance is not bad. The main reason is that the tentacles are all made of silver-white translucent materials, and the shapes are also regular, and they look like an alien but smooth biological beauty. Because this flesh-and-blooded entity mimics human image has long floating tentacles, which looks more similar to women.

"Well... it's not bad. It seems that I have recovered almost the same, and my skills have indeed improved again."

Tentacle creatures like sea anemones (later referred to as sea anemones) trembled, and seemed to have confirmed the current situation of Clayle. It thought for a while, and then directly connected with the spirit: "How do you feel, Mrs. Mycrore? If it feels good, I will remove the nutrient solution."

"It's OK... it should."

Kreller now felt that he was really good. Except for being a little dizzy and being soaked in water, everything was fine, so he answered quite decisively, but soon, when all the nutrient solution flowed out of the outlet, Kreller, who was originally floating in the nutrient solution, really stood on the ground with his body, he immediately regretted it.

"It hurts pain--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Just when the feet touched the ground, Krell sensed a heart-wrenching pain. The pain ignored all the willpower and appeared directly in the brain and soul. In just a moment, the former Expeditionary Warship Captain, who had never howled even if he died, could not help but suffer pain and curled up on the ground. But the next moment, the more intense soul pain made him stand up again.

The contact surface of the soles of the feet is large or the contact surface of the entire body is a problem that humans do not need to think about, so they can only choose to stand up.

At this time, the anemone stretched out a tentacle and put it on Kreller's shoulder. Using this contact point as the source, Kreller suddenly felt the pain begin to dissipate and all perceptions return to normal.

"It seems that something went wrong when I was modulating."

The anemone was close to Kreller, and more than a dozen tentacles attacked Kreller. Soon, it found the reason and nodded thoughtfully: "So that's it. Your soul was damaged, and it was inconsistent with the new body I created. The body and soul conflicted. The existence of a single soul form for a long time has damaged your soul. Now there are some bad contact... But there are no major problems other than that. My repair technology is indeed very good."

——This problem has become a big deal, okay?!

Kreller was shocked. What this life in another world said was like, "Although the modeling of this game character is wrong, the system is full of bugs, and even the ship can fly to the sky, but it is a good game because it can be activated." In other words, it is also, "Although this technique will make people become obsessed with derangement or even behave in a human being, it is still a good technique because it can be practiced."

How distorted these three views are!

"Mrs. Mycrore is really pretentious."

Kreller forgot that the way he communicates with the Anemone in another world is spiritual contact. The thoughts of both parties are the dialogue between them. All the complaints in his heart are truthfully passed on to Anemone. In response, the Anemone's tentacles trembled, and the spirit was filled with a "cold glance", and then continued: "When each of our juvenile bodies is born, they have to withstand magic energy radiation that exceeds the standard carbon-based organisms' tolerance. This radiation can directly tear the genetic factors apart. 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 dissonance of the soul, not the harm that will cause real damage. This kind of thing is just an illusion, learn to adapt, little guy."

"...Okay, you're right."

What else could Clayle say? What the other party said was indeed nothing wrong, but there was no real pain of injury. Wouldn't it be better to endure it? Although this was 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 created a brand new body for him... Not to mention how the other party created it for now, if the other party did not take him away, would the Mycrov's rescue team find him? This is all kindness. Kreller was silent for a while, then bent down and thanked: "No matter what, you saved me, and I am very grateful for this."

"However, if possible, can I send me back to the star field where the Mycrov civilization is located? I promise that we will definitely give you a reward that satisfies you, and I will personally pay one. Also, although it is a bit presumptuous, can I know your name and race? You will get the friendship of Mrs. Mycroo."

When he said this, Kreller's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant. Although from an individual perspective, even if he kneeled down and thanked him, he was a soldier of the Mycrov Expeditionary Force after all. At least Kreller thought he was, so he must not discredit his race and subordinates.

Even if the attitude is a bit arrogant.

"What a arrogant little guy."

However, Hai Anemone unexpectedly had no interest in this. The tentacle creature, which was mimicked like a human woman, slowly "sitted" on a strange-shaped carapace chair. Its mental fluctuations not only did not have any excitement or turmoil, but instead revealed a lazy tone: "I saved you not for the friendship of 'Mrs. Mycroro,' or even for my race, but for the complete selfish desire. As for sending you back, it is not impossible, but there should be some big chaos in the territory recently. The border is strictly blocked, and I have no right to go out, so I can only say it is a pity."

Perhaps because of sitting down, the surface of the anemone, which originally had silver-white appearance, changed color and turned into a lazy 'beige', and its spiritual fluctuations became softer: "As for my name and race? It doesn't matter if I tell you - my name is 'Elma', and it can also be called 'universal individual number 19090763', and my race."

Speaking of this, Elma's mental fluctuations were turbulent, but then he continued indifferently: "Of course it is the only species in the 'Amos Court', the 'Amos people'."
Chapter completed!