Instant Death

The celestial plate eater who acquired intelligence fulfilled the intrusion into the celestial plate.

The ceiling is covered in a strong shell called a ceiling, but for a ceiling eater who has eaten many worlds from ceiling to ceiling, it was easy enough to drill a very small hole and get inside.

There is no special reason for choosing that ceiling. I just chose a nearby ceiling. The purpose of celestial plate eating is to observe the intelligent body, basically because there is an intelligent body present in the celestial plate.

The Heavenly Plate Eater decided to belong to the most common of the species in a dominant position on the invading Heavenly Plate.

I decided to become a human peasant.

Generate an embryo that compresses its own information into the fetus of a suitable peasant and creates a body as a person.

Thus, the celestial plate eater gained a perspective as a human infant.

At this point, the baby was still like a split. It was like a probe (prop) for observing humans, and the body remained in a void space enclosing the ceiling, called the "sea".

Heavenly plate eaters laid down rules in observing humans. Let the baby live as just a human being. It means no interference at all.

The heavenly plate-eater lived quite a life.

I have worked in farming since I was a child, just like my parents, and at my age I marry a village woman and have some children. It's a poor but enjoyable life.

It was at the beginning that the celestial plate eater had observed its life with interest, but gradually began to get tired of it.

It may be a well done life as a peasant, but it was a very unchanged day after day, just to repeat the same thing.

The turning point came about in the winter, when the murders continued and I shrunk.

A bunch of mischievous people came and took over the village.

Someone was chasing me, and I guess I was going to hide myself. But they did not lurk heavily, but consumed food without, and killed those who did not like it, laughing.

When they followed the village, they took away the woman, set fire to the house, and sprinkled poison on the well.

So the celestial plate eater was dead. They took my wife, and they killed me with my family.

What did the heavenly plate eater feel then?

It was delightful.

The tragedy that all of a sudden wound up destroying boredom was really exciting.

It's not funny to live a settled and peaceful life.

If I looked at the world that way, there was a wide variety of excitement there.

The heavenly plate eater went deeper and decided to enter this world.

The temple eater who was gaining personality wanted to enjoy the world as his own experience.

In making the second one, the celestial plate eater thought.

Killing the first one was a bit of a handicap.

So now we decided to create a more powerful individual. No extra rules. Usually while tasting the stimulation as a human being, you can strive for as much power as you want as a celestial plate eater in times of need.

I'll have had enough of my life from the baby. Depending on the proper human body, the celestial plate eater was once again raw to this world.

Everything was as it seemed.

In the beginning, I destroyed and killed everything I could see on my hands, but only in the beginning was it interesting. It is equal to having no enemies. I also feel bored if I go on to some extent.

So as the next stage, the celestial plate eater began to learn to be interested in dominating and controlling people.

It was easy to rule. If you show your strength, people will fall down on their own.

The Heavenly Plate Eaters organized and fought the ruling people.

That was really interesting.

War has become the best entertainment for celestial eaters.

Create an army, ravage the city, conscript and make it fight further.

As we continued to do that, the Heavenly Plate Eaters had a country in their hands.

This is not because of the military genius in the heavenly plate eating. The Heavenly Plate Eaters had wielded their own extraction and left it to their deeds, but if they were to lose, they would have exercised God's power as the Heavenly Plate Eaters.

The Heavenly Plate Eaters built the Arganda Empire and began to conquer the world.

That's just to control the peripheral states by force, and there's no point there.

It's just entertainment for the Heavenly Plate Eaters.

So it's considered impenetrable, invading the kingdom of Manny was just a play. I don't care if the demon gods are sealed there. That would be a more interesting development if the demon god would even resurrect it.

From the very beginning, Heavenly Plate Eaters do not use their miraculous powers.

It's a last resort, and instead of a last resort, I use it frequently, but it's only funny to make people argue.

So for once, think of something like tactics.

That was to assemble soldiers on the Meld Plains and attack the King's Capital at once.

The Meld Plain is also known as the Crystal Plain.

It's the magic of a mass of creatures called crystalline worms, all of which crystallize.

The idea of lurking a large number of soldiers here, for example, would be unthinkable to the rest of us.

Because we can't normally put soldiers on this plain for a certain period of time. Soldiers are exhausted and worn out by constant bug raids. The threads of worms drifting in the universe will all crystallize the soldiers.

As long as it's usually ridiculous, but that's why an attack from here can be an ambush.

The Heavenly Plate Eaters stuck to this operation.

It was interesting to practice one's own thoughts, and it didn't matter how many soldiers died for it.

First, let them know all the railway lines through the Meld Plains. Because that is the only safe zone on this plain and where people are.

The heavenly platter laid a formation in the center of the plain, from which he was in command.

Everything is going well.

That's what I thought of the Heavenly Plate Eater, but it hasn't been long since reports came from one station.

The suspicious ceiling eater sent him to the investigation.

Those who planned to take control of the station were out.

This is not good news. There's no way a station worker can return a soldier. Then someone is in the land. In due course, it would be an official of the kingdom of Manny.

Immediately, there was a report of a car fleeing the scene. He's on his way to Wang Du.

You can't let him get away with it, yes. I thought of the plate eater.

Then the operation is ruined because of it.

The Heavenly Plate Eater gave instructions. I just have to finish whatever it is. He ordered the entire army to stop the vehicle.

And Heavenly Plate Eaters thought it would be executed immediately.

Anyway, the Argandan Empire was heavily equipped with firearms that could be considered over-technology in this world, as well as powerful magic weapons.

They were reproduced by the Heavenly Plate Eaters from their knowledge of the world they had eaten so far, turning them into mere soldiers into unjust warriors.

But no matter how long you wait, the good news won't come. The numbing ceiling eater exercised some of his powers and painted a picture of the current situation behind his brain.

Armored cars keep running.

Chasing is the soldiers of the Arganda Empire, who are under their command. Each one was riding and chasing horses, dragons and tanks, but without firing, they were losing power, snaking and hitting each other, or crashing into crystal rocks and trees.

I don't know what's going on, but I found the soldiers panicking.

'Don't run away. Kill him at all costs!

Instruct the soldiers directly.

At this point in time, normal manoeuvres had deviated, but still did not excite themselves against armoured vehicles, because this was still part of the entertainment.

In the first place, you can always do anything to the extent of destroying the kingdom of Manny if you want to. It is easy to work directly on your strength as a heavenly plate eater, but if you do it, nothing is interesting. I'm not going to lose eventually, but I still want to enjoy the process to the point where it's critical.

But while I was thinking about it, the soldiers fell apart.

Lost riders, horses and dragons twilight on the way, infantry exposed bodies, and tanks losing control are raising their hands of fire.

I didn't know what that meant to me.

I have no idea why this is happening.

But it was the limit already.

The wear and tear rate is over 40% in no time. They are dying one after the other trying to keep the orders of the Heavenly Plate Eater faithfully, but they will not be able to carry out any more decent military operations.

I had no choice but to eat the plate.

Ceiling eaters, who were still adamant about the ambush from the Meld Plains, tried to end the armored cars and rebuild their posture for now.

Transfer the point of view to the armoured vehicle. A girl was driving and there was a boy in the passenger seat.

The heavenly plate eater, though frustrated, wondered why.

Shall I burn you to death, or manipulate your spirit to kill each other again? No, kill it, or slap your hands and feet off into the stool.

And the heavenly plate eater realized that he would die ten seconds later.

"What?"

It was as if he could not understand, and the heavenly plate eater was just flabbergasted, wasting two seconds of his precious life.

For beings like the Heavenly Plate Eaters, space-time was a part of themselves. The surrounding space and time are within control of their own will, and there is no such thing as predicting the future, but it was hard to foresee the future after ten seconds.

What is death?

I grasp it objectively, and I experience it pseudo-by the death of a division, but in the essential sense, the celestial eater didn't understand it.

It's beyond my imagination that I even have a death. I can't even think of a way to keep eating the celestial plate and killing myself to enclose many worlds.

Yet I know that I will die.

I know that my existence will disappear.

Why, I don't know what that means.

All the doubts filled the back of my brain, and my thoughts were empty.

The only thing I knew about the Heavenly Plate was that it was a determined future.

Five seconds later. I don't see the future ahead of me from there. My time is over there.

Heavenly plate eating manipulated time. If it's a matter of seconds, there's no such thing as going back in time.

Fifteen seconds until death. Ten seconds back, I understand that nothing will change, and I notice abnormally.

It was ten seconds ago that Heavenly Plate Eater realized he was going to die.

At this point, if some cause of death is occurring, it makes sense that if we go back to the time before that, we will be free from the causes of death. Yet the imminent death does not capture and release the celestial plate eater.

Heavenly Plate Eating was the first time I feared since my self-consciousness woke up.

Something you can't see is tangled up in you.

I can't perceive anything about it, and I don't know how to wield it.

Too unreasonable. That was even beyond cause and effect. You can't overturn the events you've decided to go back in time.

The heavenly plate eater abandoned his body as a person.

He threw his body as emperor of the Argandan Empire into the sky and regained consciousness of his own body.

Giant enough to swallow the ceiling as well. That's shaped like a fish somewhere. Most of it is the face, and the majority of it occupies the mouth. I guess that's just an expression of its sexuality of eating.

In its main body drifting in the "sea", the plate eater woke up.

I tremble at the immense power I have in me.

I quickly realized that I was not a tiny person or anything.

At this moment, the flow of time became obscure and filled with a sense of almighty.

Recognize the inferiority of the human beings who live and scratch the size of their existence on the ceiling.

Then there was a flurry of anger.

This self escaped with congratulations. That's what I couldn't forgive.

All you have to do is disappear like this.

Fill your heart with enthusiasm, as if to confuse your frightened and fearful self.

Heavenly Plate Eaters decided to free up the forces that had eaten and accumulated numerous worlds.

This stuff isn't worth eating. All you have to do is destroy without a single shard left.

It was similar to obsessive-compulsive notions, and at that moment, the option of escaping from among the celestial plate eaters had disappeared.

Spread huge mouth wide. That's just big enough to take a sip of the celestial plate.

Depth of that oral cavity. The light lit there.

A flash of anger that burns everything down.

"Die."

The moment I tried to release him, the plate-eater returned to me.

I thought I heard something.

And now I realize that it's ten seconds after I realize death.

At the end of the day, I thought I should have not woken up to self-consciousness.

Around the time the fogs were watching with the king.

The Arganda Empire was already doomed.