"You guys really can eat, aren't you afraid of bursting your stomachs?"
Kenmyo Isayama helplessly took a few rotund, adorable little Tyranids from the pale bones; they were truly gluttonous.
Their mouthparts were enough to lick clean every scrap of meat from the bone seams, not wasting a single bit of skin, flesh, or blood. In the end, they even gnawed on the bones, trying to suck out the marrow.
Even the most skilled Flaying Artisans couldn't compare to these newborn little guys; they were like the most efficient devouring machines. The speed at which large lacerations bled couldn't keep up with the speed of the larvae's consumption.
Looking at the well-fed Rupture Worm larvae, Kenmyo Isayama was reminded of blood-gorged mosquitoes, their bellies just as round. Feeling the joy emanating from them, he couldn't help but smile.
Originally, he conservatively estimated that about a quarter, or twenty-five percent, would be left, but he never expected only five percent to remain? Aside from the head above the shoulders, the rest of the body was completely hollowed out.
"Crack..."
With a crisp sound of bone breaking, Kenmyo Isayama snapped the spine with his bare hands and removed the ribs, leaving only the head connected to the spinal column.
As the bones broke, the marrow inside and the fresh scent of blood that wafted out caused these overfed little guys to become frenzied again, their tiny bodies and constantly wriggling pleopods thrashing back and forth.
"No! You can't chew through this thing."
Kenmyo Isayama firmly rejected them. Seeing that there was nothing to eat, these little guys immediately became dispirited, making "hissing" sounds.
Indeed, the most terrifying aspect of the Tyranids, besides their overwhelming numbers, is their insatiable appetite. They had just enjoyed a feast after being born, yet they still wanted to eat the large bones with exposed marrow.
Thanks to his role as a feeder, he had already summarized some parenting experience.
The most important lesson: these little things would eat Kenmyo Isayama into bankruptcy, so the population numbers had to be strictly controlled.
The remaining bones would serve as teething sticks for the adult Rupture Worms with their astonishing biting force, leaving not even bone fragments behind.
As for whether it was a bit cruel?
Kenmyo Isayama never thought of himself as a good person, but he wasn't a bad person either.
If a person offends me, I will repay them a hundredfold!
The only thing he regretted was that Nakamura Takashi had no relatives; otherwise, he could have treated them to a "Hannibal's Dinner." In the end, he could only use him to fill the bellies of these bugs.
Kenmyo Isayama tossed the "round thing" in his hand into the air, caught it with one hand, and it became a handle, though it was hard to believe.
"But actually, this guy is still alive!"
The previous execution scene was too horrific to watch, but Kenmyo Isayama hadn't even blinked an eye.
Nakamura Takashi couldn't handle it; he fainted before even a tenth of the entire process was over.
Kenmyo Isayama had said that he would repay the pain his sister endured a thousandfold.
Nakamura Takashi shouldn't think that just because his body was gone, Kenmyo Isayama had no way to punish him.
Kenmyo Isayama held the handle, looking at the bloodshot, rolled-back eyes, revealing an expression like he had found a fun toy, and walked towards his workshop. (Large head, thin spine, like holding a lollipop in his hand)
After some time, the modification of Nakamura Takashi was complete.
Kenmyo Isayama still didn't stop, his body covered in a vibrant green energy. This was a Waaagh field constructed by consuming mana points.
In front of him was a rebar, the same one that the Idol Cursed Spirit had held.
Kenmyo Isayama had immediately taken a liking to it. This rebar had been with the Cursed Spirit for who knows how long, and the Cursed Energy it absorbed was almost transforming it into a Cursed Tool.
It would be the best material for forging a 'Shoota,' so he hadn't left it behind, bringing it home along with the Idol Cursed Spirit.
He didn't know if the Orks' habit of scavenging influenced Kenmyo Isayama, but he was quite fond of this rebar.
Next, he just needed to put the cut rebar and all the other materials together. After seeing the prompt "[Deduct 500 mana points]," these materials would automatically transform into the shape Kenmyo Isayama envisioned within the "Waaagh" field.
Mek-boy Soul was more intelligent than imagined, completely freeing his hands.
"Ah ah ah!!"
At this moment, Kenmyo Isayama's thoughts were suddenly completely interrupted by an extremely agonizing male scream.
"You damn monsters, don't eat me!"
It must have been Nakamura Takashi waking up, yelling and screaming over there.
"So noisy, stop yelling."
What's there to yell about? Kenmyo Isayama directly picked up a discarded rebar material nearby and swung it, heavily smashing it onto Nakamura Takashi's skull.
"Ding."
As a result, when the rebar struck Nakamura Takashi's head, it didn't produce the dull sound of hitting a human body, but rather the crisp and pleasant sound of metal colliding with metal.
This blow completely jolted Nakamura Takashi, who had been terrified into a blank state, awake. His previous memory was still of ten terrifying larvae gnawing and tearing at his body with squelching sounds.
No one could remain indifferent to this pain and horror; Nakamura Takashi's will collapsed when he saw his own bare leg bones.
When had "poor" Nakamura Takashi ever suffered such torment? Kenmyo Isayama had also injected a five-senses amplification agent, meaning his original double pain, plus this, was 2X2, or four times the pain.
Kenmyo Isayama thoughtfully protected Nakamura Takashi's mind with psychic energy, preventing him from becoming an idiot or losing his sanity from the pain.
Just thinking about it made him feel a chill down his spine. If he could cry, Nakamura Takashi would have already burst into tears.
But for some reason, Nakamura Takashi just couldn't cry, and his current condition was very strange; all his organs had completely lost connection, and he couldn't move.
All this suffering was brought to Nakamura Takashi by the smiling boy in front of him.
He truly regretted everything now. If he had known this kid was such a pervert, why did he provoke him?
"Damn it, I was wrong, I deserve to die!"
"Can you just give me a quick death? A scumbag like me doesn't deserve to live in this world."
Nakamura Takashi only wanted to die now; he wanted to be free quickly.
"O-o, really, truly?"
Kenmyo Isayama was dismissive inwardly, but his face still held a chillingly gentle smile.
"Maybe you'll like your new body."
He pushed a mirror towards Nakamura Takashi, and the scumbag who had been hypocritically confessing his deserving death finally stopped.
"What did you do to me?!"
Nakamura Takashi was dumbfounded. He had turned into a bare skull, covered in metal components, with his spine still attached below, hanging on a rack.
It was certain that he had completely said goodbye to his identity as a human.
"****"
"Noisy."
Kenmyo Isayama frowned and muted the guy.
He hadn't done much; he just removed all of Nakamura Takashi's remaining flesh and blood, replacing it with metal protectors, surgical implants, and enhanced optical sensors, among other things.
This was something popular in the Imperium, called a "Servo-Skull."
It was said that only the most devout Imperial citizens could become like this, and Nakamura Takashi truly didn't know what was good for him.
Kenmyo Isayama placed his hand on the cold skull. Now that the guy was awake, he could access his memories.
What exactly happened back then?