Transformed into Cosmic Horror in a Sci-Fi Universe

A lot had happened to Yujin over the past four years.

He had learned the highest-level magic of the Meias race from Jupiter and, recognizing his immense potential, other elders and top-tier magicians had joined forces to teach him magic.

“This is unbelievable… He is a once-in-a-millennium talent, even among the Meias.”

“To think he reached this level in just a few years.”

“A Terra race member… Would you consider defecting to the Meias?”

With their full support, Yujin rapidly mastered magic.

The highest-level magic was incredibly difficult and complex, on a different level from what he had learned so far.

But Yujin had the exceptional magical knowledge I had bestowed upon him.

Moreover, his innate, immense mana capacity allowed him to practice extensively.

His learning speed was so astonishing that even the elders, who were considered the most talented and skilled in the Meias race, were left speechless.

However, there were still those who resented him.

“He’s still a Terra race member. He’s not one of us.”

Elder Organ, known as the Magician of the Gentle Breeze, particularly disliked seeing the highest-level magic, considered the Meias race’s secret, being handed over to Yujin.

He had always looked down on Yujin and had even incited his and other elders’ disciples to harass him.

Of course, Yujin had always overwhelmed them with his superior skills.

Eventually, unable to bear it any longer, Elder Organ took matters into his own hands, leading to a fierce battle where Yujin ultimately killed him.

“Tsk, this is troublesome.”

“Sigh… The only fortunate thing is that we are in a secluded forest, and I am the only one who discovered this.”

Grandpa Jupiter said, looking at Yujin.

Elder Organ, an incredibly skilled magician on par with himself.

Known for hiding terrifying mana blades within a gentle breeze that would tear enemies apart, Elder Organ earned the title of the “Magician of the Gentle Breeze.”

However, seeing Yujin, who had learned various magic from multiple magicians, overwhelmingly defeat Elder Organ, Grandpa Jupiter seemed quite shocked.

He knew well that Yujin was a monster.

After all, Yujin was my avatar, and in the beginning, I had moved directly through him. To Jupiter, Yujin would appear as an entity on par with me, an Outer God.

But aside from that, Yujin had always shown himself as a Terra youth with a genius talent for absorbing magic like a sponge.

Jupiter had just started getting used to that image, but witnessing such overwhelming power firsthand seemed to revive the awe he felt when he first encountered Yujin.

No, back then, it was more of a fearful feeling, but now… respect? It felt like he was seeing a great magician on a higher level than himself.

“If word gets out that Yujin dealt with him, it will be dangerous. Since everyone knows that Elder Organ was targeting Yujin, let’s announce it and say that I killed him.”

Grandpa Jupiter was planning to take the blame again.

He intended to frame it as Elder Organ, driven by jealousy over Yujin’s immense growth, attacking his disciple, leading to a deadly battle where Jupiter killed him.

This way, they could paint Organ as the villain and hide the dangerous fact that a Terra race member killed a Meias elder.

Of course, Jupiter would not escape criticism.

No matter how talented his disciple was, he would still be criticized for killing a fellow Meias elder to protect a Terra race member.

“…This is annoying. Should I just wipe them all out?”

Oh, Yujin’s true nature is showing.

That’s the Outer God mindset—if something is troublesome, just clean it all up!

As expected of my avatar… or not.

Isn’t that a bit too dangerous?

It could turn the entire Meias race against him.

Well, maybe not the entire race.

Regardless, there would be those who support him, like Grandpa Jupiter or Lowie.

And some elders who favored Yujin might also take his side.

However, this was a significant issue that could potentially split the Meias race and even lead to a civil war.

Even if it was self-defense, killing an elder was a serious matter.

Following Grandpa Jupiter’s suggestion seemed like the best course of action this time.

“…Tch. Let’s do as Grandpa Jupiter says.”

At that moment, my will was conveyed to Yujin through our connection.

Yujin clicked his tongue in annoyance and said so.

Oh, he’s showing dissatisfaction.

This guy, getting rebellious just because he’s grown a bit stronger.

Is this his rebellious phase?

Anyway, we decided to handle it as Grandpa Jupiter suggested, and now it was time to check on the much-anticipated elf civilization simulation.

Four years had passed.

That equated to one year on the elf planet.

I’m excited to see how much they’ve progressed.

Did Lasi and Muwan successfully develop agriculture and transition into an agrarian society?

What about the other elves?

…I’m also curious about the cult group.

With no answers or help from me for four years, the religious boom might have died down by now.

Let’s see what’s happened.

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“Now then… Let’s begin the regular meeting of Lumolasi Village.”

Lumolasi Village, huh.

So that’s the name they settled on for Lasi’s village.

In Lasi’s language, it translates to “Blessed Lasi.”

Lasi managed to get that cheesy name approved, huh?

And they’re even holding regular meetings?

The village leaders all had impressive titles.

Lasi was the Village Chief.

Next to her was Selian, the Harvest Chief, overseeing agriculture.

Elma, the Warrior Chief, managed the village’s guards and external scouts.

Dro, the Construction Chief, was responsible for buildings and structures.

Lastly, Rakus, the Production Chief, handled the creation of clothes, armor, and weapons.

There were four key leaders in total.

Wow… They had already divided roles among the elves, assigning professions and establishing management positions.

Lasi truly excelled at stabilizing the community.

“Let’s start with the regular reports. Harvest Chief Selian, you go first.”

“Yes. I’ll begin by discussing the seeds currently under cultivation and the crops being harvested.”

Selian spoke while drawing and writing on a large piece of animal hide with a black chalk-like substance made from graphite.

Unbelievable… They had already mined graphite from the ground and made chalk from it?

And despite the primitive method, they were essentially doing a presentation.

Their vocabulary had also expanded and become more specialized over time.

They were evolving in a surprisingly professional manner.

“Currently, we have about 200 days’ worth of first-generation crops like Lumoru and Arimoru. Both can be harvested to some extent even during the Arow period, so this should be enough to last until the next Dimero period, considering the new births.”

Dimero referred to the less hot days, essentially meaning spring.

For reference, autumn was called Diero, meaning less cold days.

So, they had 200 days’ worth of food.

Over the past four years, the population had grown to 1,300 with new births.

Even though elves required less food, having enough to feed 1,300 people for 200 days meant their harvest was substantial.

It was inevitable that the harvest would increase. Initially, they simply planted seeds.

But once they established the role of Harvest Chief and assigned the farming duties to a few talented elves, they began tilling the soil, creating fertilizers from animal and their own waste, and so on.

Agriculture was developing at an incredible pace.

Naturally, the yield had to increase.

And that wasn’t all.

“We’re currently experimenting with new seeds. This time, we’re focusing on fruits. The cultivation methods seem a bit different from the first-generation crops, so we’re still researching. We should be ready by next year.”

They were also experimenting with tree fruits like apples and vine fruits like strawberries.

If they could cultivate fruits, their diet, which primarily consisted of potatoes and lettuce, would become much more varied.

“Good. And… are you preparing what we discussed earlier?”

Lasi asked with a sharp gaze.

Could it be…?

“…We managed to capture a few animals alive with the help of the warriors, but as you know, there were incidents where they broke through the fences and escaped. Despite providing water and food, they died shortly after. It’s still quite challenging.”

“I see…”

So it was about domesticating animals.

With a surplus of food, it made sense to aim for livestock domestication.

Even after four years, they hadn’t succeeded yet.

Well, capturing wild animals and raising them doesn’t automatically make them livestock.

This part would likely involve a lot of trial and error.

But if they succeeded, they would gain a stable source of animal fats and proteins, as well as powerful labor.

I hope they succeed in domesticating animals soon.

Go, Selian!

Let’s upgrade the Agricultural Management Office to the Agricultural, Fisheries, and Livestock Management Office!

“Now then, Elma. You have something important to report. Please share it with everyone.”

“…Yes. Understood.”

Next up was Elma, the Warrior Chief, who managed the guards and external scouts, known as the elf warriors.

True to his title, Elma had a robust physique and chiseled features, quite unusual for an elf.

Of course, he still had the elven charm, making him look like a muscular, sculpted handsome man with a strong presence.

I wonder what the important report is about.

I could easily scan the entire planet to find out, but hearing it firsthand would be more interesting, so I’ll block out that information for now.