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chapter 198 part 2
Upon discovering this planet called "Earth," Aliha was quite excited. It had never been here before, nor had it ever seen the race that called themselves "humans."
Every time it encountered a new species, it would relish invading and occupying their bodies, devouring their memories and lives bit by bit, feeling the other's consciousness dissipate in despair within its mind, and finally claiming their entire life as its own.
Those were its most joyous moments.
After switching between two hosts in the past few days and digesting their memories, it was now controlling its third host body and had finally, through its race's innate superpower, sniffed out the scent of a Kryptonian.
But it wasn't strong. It wasn't the Kryptonian herself, but rather a scent clinging to someone else.
Following this scent, it quickly locked onto the young man who was just leaving the convenience store with a large bag.
That's him!
A cruel smile appeared on Aliha's face as it silently closed in.
It looked like this would be its main course for the day.
It would occupy this person's body, digest his memories, and search through them for information about the Kryptonian. Then, it would devour his life and spirit completely.
Having made up its mind, Aliha found its moment, picking a corner where no one was around.
Now!
The parasitic organism detached from its host. The latter, having lost consciousness, immediately collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. The bizarrely-shaped creature, under the cover of the shadows, transformed into an afterimage and pounced onto Orin Vale.
Mine, it's all mine!
Aliha cackled cruelly in its mind—then the laughter came to an abrupt halt half a second later.
In its place was a profound shock at the completely unexpected situation.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
An unexpected heat, a wave of scalding air rushing towards it, as if an endless amount of light and heat were contained beneath this seemingly human skin, threatening to vaporize it in an instant.
Aliha wanted to scream, but even the ability to make a sound vanished in the moment of scorching.
Immense fear and shock instantly engulfed the Parasitic Midge Person.
What was with this scorching light!?
How could any human—no, how could any creature in interstellar space contain such an exaggerated amount of light and heat within its body?
What in the world had it just pounced on?
A walking, humanoid sun?
Almost at the instant of contact, it instinctively tried to pull its body back.
Because every cell in its body was screaming at it that this was not a person it could casually enter.
It would definitely die!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The moment of contact, an immense suction force emanated from within that body, as if a powerful magnet was hidden within that scorching sun.
Its body was no longer under its control; the immense gravity was like a black hole that devoured everything. The tremendous pain and burning sensation made it feel as if its very soul was about to be melted.
In a daze, the scene before its eyes spun as if the world was turning upside down. The young man and the entire street vanished, replaced by a deep blue, ethereal domain, a space filled with a sacred aura that extended infinitely in all directions, seemingly without end.
It was as if an illusory, ethereal, and incomparably vast voice was echoing in this sacred space.
"Let there be light."
At first, there were countless golden points of light. More and more points of light gathered, growing ever more dazzling, until they transformed into a giant shadow that filled the world.
A sacred golden radiance so brilliant one could not look at it directly enveloped the silver giant. Its divine golden eyes, its massive silhouette blurred within the golden radiance, and a coercion that filled the domain threatened to crush one into dust, bringing to mind only the giant from the dawn of chaos that separated the world...
Aliha could no longer feel its own existence. Even the burning pain seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a profound shock that filled its soul.
It was a crushing pressure from a higher level of existence, the trembling of its soul in the face of a higher being beyond comprehension.
A god?
The word surfaced involuntarily in its mind.
Following that was a deep-seated rage at itself for its own arrogance in pouncing a second ago.
How in the hell did you dare to provoke him?
How could you?!
In the final moment of its life, it felt as if it were being filled with light.
Like a moth flying into a great fire, not even ashes could be found.
Orin Vale felt like he had been attacked.
But using the word "attack" seemed like a bit of an overreaction.
It was more like the feeling of being bumped on the neck by something like a flying insect; there was a tiny sensation, but he wasn't entirely sure, a touch that felt suspiciously like an illusion.
In any case, the intensity definitely didn't meet the definition of an attack.
Then, he turned around instinctively.
He immediately saw a homeless person flop to the ground behind him, lying motionless on the pavement.
Orin Vale's pupils contracted at that moment—
—A scam?
But then he had a second thought.
That's not right.
You're at least five meters away from me, for crying out loud. Have scammers these days lost all their professional integrity? Are they this perfunctory?
(end of chapter)
Upon discovering this planet called "Earth," Aliha was quite excited. It had never been here before, nor had it ever seen the race that called themselves "humans."
Every time it encountered a new species, it would relish invading and occupying their bodies, devouring their memories and lives bit by bit, feeling the other's consciousness dissipate in despair within its mind, and finally claiming their entire life as its own.
Those were its most joyous moments.
After switching between two hosts in the past few days and digesting their memories, it was now controlling its third host body and had finally, through its race's innate superpower, sniffed out the scent of a Kryptonian.
But it wasn't strong. It wasn't the Kryptonian herself, but rather a scent clinging to someone else.
Following this scent, it quickly locked onto the young man who was just leaving the convenience store with a large bag.
That's him!
A cruel smile appeared on Aliha's face as it silently closed in.
It looked like this would be its main course for the day.
It would occupy this person's body, digest his memories, and search through them for information about the Kryptonian. Then, it would devour his life and spirit completely.
Having made up its mind, Aliha found its moment, picking a corner where no one was around.
Now!
The parasitic organism detached from its host. The latter, having lost consciousness, immediately collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. The bizarrely-shaped creature, under the cover of the shadows, transformed into an afterimage and pounced onto Orin Vale.
Mine, it's all mine!
Aliha cackled cruelly in its mind—then the laughter came to an abrupt halt half a second later.
In its place was a profound shock at the completely unexpected situation.
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!
An unexpected heat, a wave of scalding air rushing towards it, as if an endless amount of light and heat were contained beneath this seemingly human skin, threatening to vaporize it in an instant.
Aliha wanted to scream, but even the ability to make a sound vanished in the moment of scorching.
Immense fear and shock instantly engulfed the Parasitic Midge Person.
What was with this scorching light!?
How could any human—no, how could any creature in interstellar space contain such an exaggerated amount of light and heat within its body?
What in the world had it just pounced on?
A walking, humanoid sun?
Almost at the instant of contact, it instinctively tried to pull its body back.
Because every cell in its body was screaming at it that this was not a person it could casually enter.
It would definitely die!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The moment of contact, an immense suction force emanated from within that body, as if a powerful magnet was hidden within that scorching sun.
Its body was no longer under its control; the immense gravity was like a black hole that devoured everything. The tremendous pain and burning sensation made it feel as if its very soul was about to be melted.
In a daze, the scene before its eyes spun as if the world was turning upside down. The young man and the entire street vanished, replaced by a deep blue, ethereal domain, a space filled with a sacred aura that extended infinitely in all directions, seemingly without end.
It was as if an illusory, ethereal, and incomparably vast voice was echoing in this sacred space.
"Let there be light."
At first, there were countless golden points of light. More and more points of light gathered, growing ever more dazzling, until they transformed into a giant shadow that filled the world.
A sacred golden radiance so brilliant one could not look at it directly enveloped the silver giant. Its divine golden eyes, its massive silhouette blurred within the golden radiance, and a coercion that filled the domain threatened to crush one into dust, bringing to mind only the giant from the dawn of chaos that separated the world...
Aliha could no longer feel its own existence. Even the burning pain seemed to have disappeared, leaving only a profound shock that filled its soul.
It was a crushing pressure from a higher level of existence, the trembling of its soul in the face of a higher being beyond comprehension.
A god?
The word surfaced involuntarily in its mind.
Following that was a deep-seated rage at itself for its own arrogance in pouncing a second ago.
How in the hell did you dare to provoke him?
How could you?!
In the final moment of its life, it felt as if it were being filled with light.
Like a moth flying into a great fire, not even ashes could be found.
Orin Vale felt like he had been attacked.
But using the word "attack" seemed like a bit of an overreaction.
It was more like the feeling of being bumped on the neck by something like a flying insect; there was a tiny sensation, but he wasn't entirely sure, a touch that felt suspiciously like an illusion.
In any case, the intensity definitely didn't meet the definition of an attack.
Then, he turned around instinctively.
He immediately saw a homeless person flop to the ground behind him, lying motionless on the pavement.
Orin Vale's pupils contracted at that moment—
—A scam?
But then he had a second thought.
That's not right.
You're at least five meters away from me, for crying out loud. Have scammers these days lost all their professional integrity? Are they this perfunctory?
(end of chapter)
