Reborn as an Evolving Space Monster: Harem Of Otherworldly Beauties - Chapter 373

Capítulo 373: The Only One Truly Free

Leaving their home Planet and heading into the infinite unknown of the universe had changed everyone. Through that experience, all had evolved.

Liz was turning into a super soldier.

Raya was engaging in research that could change the way all life, not just life on Wor, was perceived.

But Rea had changed in a completely different way. While Liz had become more of a soldier, and Raya more of a researcher, Rea was turning away completely from what she used to be. From the Rea she was before embarking on the infernal journey of ups and downs.

As the privileged daughter of a billionaire, Rea used to love the country’s rules and laws. They protected her from the less fortunate, allowed her to live without fear of the jealous and envious, and when the law was against her… Paying a fine, even one that could bankrupt many, was nothing to her.

Yet a sense of dissatisfaction had set in over the years, leading to Rea becoming the “Mole” her mother always disliked.

That sense of dissatisfaction only deepened during her journey through outer space, and not for the reasons most people expected.

Her father, for one, when hearing Rea talk about the time spent away from Wor, could only listen in horror before hugging his daughter, comforting her that the worst had passed, that she wouldn’t have to face such things again, to live such a life again.

Embraced by her father, Rea’s eyes were wide as ever.

‘The worst…?’

Dumbstruck, she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

Her father had heard his daughter’s words, but had missed how she felt about it completely.

The time away from Wor, away from Worka society, away from the laws, some native, some brought in by the Syndicate, was the best of her life.

There were no officers to limit her freedom and keep an eye on her every move.

There were no laws shackling her like a rabid dog in need of a muzzle.

In her video games, there were no laws. At least, none you couldn’t break.

There were no officers who couldn’t be defeated.

No higher power that could summon an insurmountable enemy.

The leash could be felt more strongly than ever now. Why did they need to lie?

Why did they have to hide Cero and Lith from the world, from the Syndicate?

Because they had broken a law. Not one set by their government. Not one set by nature either.

With their own hands, they had taken a Tsero Crystal, the main bargaining chip used by the Syndicate to bring in civilizations into their union. Such an act shook the very foundations of how the Intergalactic Federation Of The United Living operated, the very basis of how they operated.

The Syndicate needed to understand how they had made it happen… So they could make sure it never happened again.

Tsero Crystals can only be obtained through the Intergalactic Federation Of The United Living. It was a fact that had held true for so long that it had basically become a law of the universe.

For them to be beholden to such a “Law”, Rea couldn’t turn a blind eye to it.

They weren’t free. Not truly.

In fact, they had never been free.

Only during the blood-pumping, exhilarating, life-threatening span of time spent away from civilization did they taste true freedom.

But why would the Syndicate allow them to go on such a mission in the first place? Why would the Syndicate allow them such freedom?

Because they knew the mission was hopeless. Wor’s technology was massively lacking. There wasn’t a chance in hell they could make it.

The hundred-plus courageous heroes would die in their attempt to obtain a Tsero Crystal, further proving the universal rule that the Intergalactic Federation Of The United Living was the only way.

They were supposed to serve as examples. To prove that doing without the Syndicate was nothing but an impossible dream and would lead to nothing more than a bloodbath, a nightmare.

But they had lived. They had succeeded.

They had experienced the wilderness and survived.

Then, they had returned to Wor, to a place that kneeled to the Syndicate.

Navigating the ship on the way back, there were times when Rea couldn’t help but ask herself why they were coming back. Sure, their people needed help, the families of the lost soldiers needed to know for sure… But couldn’t those be done without coming back? Couldn’t they have sent letters and a container holding the Tsero Crystal by using some random Planet as a relay?

Having returned didn’t just make Rea’s family issues emerge once more, but also the issues she had with the world around her.

As she lay in the garden, staring at the night sky, Rea found herself wondering about Wor centuries ago.

Before there were borders and unions, countries and cities, laws and rules.

Before civilization itself.

What must it have been like, living then?

It must have been a scarier place. A terrible, lawless place.

A place of absolute and terrifying freedom.

‘Why does that sound scary to me? We’ve spent time on lawless Planets filled with beasts that might as well be monsters. Are people scarier than monsters when there is no law?’

Rea thought it was possible, but unlikely.

There was a time when many religions dominated Wor. Now, the religious are a minority. At the time, it was commonly thought that the death of religion would give rise to destruction, to depravity, to the Worka becoming demon-like, bloodthirsty monsters.

But that did not happen.

Sigh-

‘I’m thinking too much.’

It’s been a real problem since coming back.

Rea’s mind had become a typhoon, or a murky blizzard.

Still, she could not stop it. Rea tried quieting her mind, but all that led to was thinking about that very concept. The concept of quieting one’s mind.

The thought quickly led her to wonder about language.

Language was a blessing, for sure. It had made the Worka what they are. It had allowed them to share their knowledge with others, with their descendants, and had allowed for that knowledge to compound through the generations.

But on a smaller scale, it almost felt like a curse at times.

Words spun in her mind endlessly, and there was no real way to stop them.

Rea had learned words and language so early that she couldn’t even imagine a mind without language. She couldn’t picture what thinking was like back then. Back when she was a toddler. Back when the Worka had no real language.

‘How does one even think without words?’

Thoughts themselves are words and sentences.

But thinking is a natural and innate ability, so how can thinking depend on language, something created by people?

Rea did not know.

What she knew was that people before civilization weren’t dumber. The Worka didn’t get more intelligent with time; they became more knowledgeable.

How must such a person’s mind feel, I wonder?

Freed from language, laws, societal rules, and the expectations of others?

She would eat when she wanted to, walk when she wanted to, sleep when she wanted to, and fuck Cero when she wanted to.

Rea thought about it for a bit, and decided it was good. Perfect, even.

Why should she need more than those? Why should she feel the need to be a productive bee worker? Why should she feel the need to follow in her mother’s footsteps?

Rea didn’t care about money, status, or anything of the sort. They had lived without any of those, and they had lived well.

She was reminded of the journalists at the banquet, of their questions, their expectations for the young heiress.

No matter how much Rea tried to reject those expectations, she couldn’t help but feel guilty for “falling short”.

The expectations, through years and years, had seeped into her. Slowly, and quietly, until they sometimes sounded like her own.

She should want power, she should want status, she should want… Should want.

‘Why would anyone tell me what I want? What I should want?’

Even when those wants weren’t hers, didn’t feel like hers, didn’t make her feel anything.

‘…?’

Rea’s ears twitched as she heard approaching footsteps.

She remained still for a moment, before turning towards…

‘…’

Her eyes widened immediately. Everything she had thought of, every feeling, it all rose back at once.

Standing before her was the culmination of it all.

She would eat when she wanted to, walk when she wanted to, sleep when she wanted to, and fuck Cero when she wanted to.

Unbothered by societal rules or laws, with a dislike for them all, yet no fear of lawlessness.

Unburned by words and the typhoon of thought they create.

A complete detachment and freedom from expectations and their weight.

She kneeled before Rea, and the latter stared, almost dumbstruck.

Her hands rested on Rea’s cheeks for a moment, before gently pulling them apart.

Guided solely by her likes and dislikes…

“Uwo!”

She was the only one truly free.