If one could name himself, then Kreller, the former captain of the frigate of the McCrof Expeditionary Force, would definitely add all the lucky words to his name without thinking, whether he sounded good or not, such as Kreller Good Luck, Kreller Lucky Star, Kreller Golden Rule, etc., and so on.

But in fact, Kreller felt that if a person's name really had a descriptive suffix after it, then his name must be Kreeler Unlucky.

Because he's really unlucky.

When the ship exploded due to a stray bullet due to bad luck, the soul was knocked away and was not found by the search and rescue team at the first time, and the first thing he thought about was to thank fate after he was wandering in the depths of the void because of his bad luck and was in a coma after the soul ball's energy to protect his soul was exhausted.

"Thank you, god of luck – if there is one – that I survived!"

What the? Cursed fate? If there is really a god who rules luck and despair, I am afraid that insulting the other party will not be more miserable, anyway, praise and don't need money, how much is not bad.

Anyway, he can wake up now, and that's enough for him to thank him a thousand times.

"Wait...... Where is this? ”

However, Kler, who thought that he had been 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 found that the situation was not what he imagined.

"Green ...... Culture medium? ”

Opening his sore eyes, Cler, who felt like he was not obeying, tried to look around, but all he could see was a green filter—it took him a moment to realize that it was a green nutrient solution, and that he was in a large, glass jar filled with nutrient solution.

That's not right!

A wake-up call rang in Kreller's heart, after all, he was a trained soldier of the expeditionary force, and he knew that the resurrection spring water on the side of the main base was not green...... Of course, this may not be the case, the color of the spring water depends on the mood of the head coach Marshal Radcliffe, he can choose whatever color he wants, but in any case, even if the resurrection spring is green, he should not put it in a jar!

His eyes widened, and Clarer began to adjust to the light, and his blurred vision became clearer, and he could now see that he was in the corner of a room with white chitin on the walls and ceiling, and a silver-gray floor, which was filled with complex biological structures that grew from the inside of the carapace, like tables and chairs. In addition, Kreller also found that his body that should have been destroyed had been reborn, as evidenced by his ability to open his eyes and move his eyeballs.

- I guess I was picked up by some alien being, or was I captured?

Because of the training, this possibility quickly appeared in Kler's mind, and he also knew that now was not the time to panic, the most important thing now was to find someone else to communicate with - at least the other party saved his soul and helped regenerate his body, which should not be considered completely malicious. Even if there is really malicious intent, Klerler knows that he is powerless to resist, and since this is the case, it is better to communicate first.

So he struggled to raise his somewhat stiff hand and tapped the 'glass jar' that enveloped him.

Bang bang bang!

The vibration came, and it was an unexpected sensation from Creeller. This 'glass' is very strong, the texture is very flexible, not so much a silicon crystal, but a special transparent biological material, just a short time of tapping, let Krayler feel that this 'glass' is the illusion of life.

And soon, the otherworldly civilization creatures he was waiting for appeared.

"Woke up pretty quickly...... I thought it would take at least a dozen days for you to wake up. (Otherworldly here)

With the sound of the multiplication of flesh and blood, an individual gradually 'grew' out of the white carapace room—from Klerler's point of view, a mass of flesh covered with tentacles, like an anemone, seeped out of the carapace, and finally entangled, condensing into an 'entity' that looked close to a human.

Although it sounds a little disgusting and terrifying, in fact, Kler's perception is not bad, mainly because the tentacles are all silver-white translucent materials, and the entangled shapes are also very regular, looking like a strange but smooth biological beauty, and because the human figure of this flesh and blood entity mimics has long flowing tentacles and hair, it looks more similar to a woman.

"Hmm...... It's not bad, it seems that I have recovered almost, and my skills have really improved again. ”

The tentacles of the anemone-like creature (hereinafter referred to as the anemone) quivered, as if it had confirmed Cler's current situation, it thought for a while, and then directly connected with the spirit: "How do you feel, Mrs. McCroe?" If I feel good, I'll drop the nutrient solution. ”

"It's okay...... Should. ”

Creeller felt pretty good now, except for a little dizziness and the whole person was soaked in water, everything was fine, so he answered quite decisively, but soon, when all the nutrient solution flowed out of the vent, and Cler, who was originally floating in the nutrient solution, really stood on the ground with his own body, he immediately regretted it.

"Painful pain, painful ———— day, why the fuck is so painful!!"

Just by touching the ground with his foot, Creller felt a piercing pain, which defied all willpower and appeared directly in his brain and soul, and in just a moment, the former captain of the expeditionary force, who had never howled in pain even if he died, could not hold back the pain and curled up on the ground—but the next moment, the pain of his soul made him stand up again.

Whether the contact surface of the soles of the feet is large or the contact surface of the whole body is a question that does not need to be considered by humans, and he can only choose to stand up.

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

"Looks like something went wrong with my concoction."

The anemone approached Kreller, and more than a dozen tentacles moved up and down on Kreller, and soon, it found the reason, and nodded thoughtfully: "I see, your soul is damaged, and it is not in harmony with this new body I created, the body and soul are in conflict, and the existence of a single soul form for a long time has damaged your soul, and now there is some poor contact...... Other than that, there are no major problems, and my repair skills are really good. ”

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

Kreller was shocked, what this otherworldly life said was like 'Although the character modeling of this game is wrong, the UI is not coordinated, the system is full of bugs, and even the boat can be driven and driven into the sky, but because it can be started, it is a good game', in other words, it is also a distorted thing like 'Although this exercise will make people go crazy, insanity, and even inappropriate people, it is still a good exercise because it can be practiced'.

How distorted these three views are!

"Mrs. McCro is really hypocritical."

Klerler forgot, now the method of communication between him and the otherworldly life anemone is spiritual contact, the idea of the two sides, that is, the dialogue between the two sides, all the complaints in his heart are truthfully transmitted to the sea anemone, in this regard, the sea anemone's tentacles tremble, and the spirit comes with a feeling of 'cold glance', and then continued: "When each of our larvae is born, it has to withstand 1,700 times more than the standard carbon-based creature can withstand the amount of magic energy radiation, this radiation can directly tear the genetic factor, only awakened" Only those who can absorb the 'talent' can survive, and those who can't survive are defective. ”

"It's just pain caused by soul disharmony, and it's not damage that causes real damage, this kind of thing, it's just an illusion, learn to adapt, little one."

“…… Well, you're right. ”

What else can Clerler say? What the other party said is indeed not wrong, but it is just the pain of no real injury, why not just endure it? 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 created a new body for himself...... Let's not talk about how the other party made it for the time being, if the other party doesn't take him away, whether McCrof's rescue team can also find him, this is all kindness. Klerler was silent for a moment, then bent down and thanked him, "Anyway, you saved me, and I'm very grateful for that." ”

"However, if you can, can you send me back to the star field where the Mycrof civilization is located? I promise that we will definitely give you a satisfactory reward, and I will personally pay a share. Also, it's a bit presumptuous, but can I know your name and race? You will receive the friendship of Mrs. McCro. ”

When he said this, Kreller's attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, although from an individual point of view, he had no problem even kneeling down and thanking him, but he was a soldier of the McCrof Expeditionary Force after all—at least Kreller thought he was, so he must not discredit his race and his affiliation.

Even if the attitude is a little arrogant.

"What an arrogant little fellow."

In this regard, the sea anemone unexpectedly did not have any interest, this tentacle creature that mimicked the appearance of a human woman slowly 'sitting' on a strangely shaped carapace chair, its mental fluctuations not only did not have the slightest excitement and waves, but revealed a lazy tone: "I saved you, not for the friendship of 'Mrs. McCro', or even for my race, but for outright selfish desires." As for sending you back, it's not impossible, but there should have been some big chaos in the territory recently, the border is very tightly blocked, and I don't have the permission to go out, so I can only say it's a pity. ”

Probably because of sitting down, the surface of the anemone's body, which was originally silvery-white, changed color to a lazy 'beige', and its mental fluctuations softened: "As for my name and race? It doesn't hurt to tell you - my name is 'Elma', and I can also be called 'Universal Individual 19090763', and my race. ”

At this point, Elma's spirit fluctuated for a moment, but then, with some indifference, she continued: "Of course, it is the only species in the 'Court of Amos', the 'Amos'. ”