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Perhaps the word “help” made someone from higher-level planets like Sela uncomfortable, so he sneered, murmuring quietly, “Why bother with her nonsense, just ask her to hand it over, what does someone from a Class V planet have to say…” 

Before he could finish his words, several aliens saw Su Ge seemingly casually raise her right hand, and the wooden sword that had been resting on her right side seemed to have eyes, “whoosh,” it shot up as if alive, then swiftly spun in mid-air a few times, before finally landing with a “thud,” sticking into the ground in front of the aliens. 

The wooden sword was stuck into the soil at a seventy-five-degree angle, and it shimmered continuously. Although there was some distance between the sword and the aliens, the thick aura emanating from it made them instantly dumbfounded and silent. 

Su Ge slightly tilted her head while looking at them, revealing a gentle smile. Her voice was soft, but there was still a different feeling in it. 

She said, “I didn’t catch that, could you repeat?” 

Ron’s complexion changed; the smile almost froze on his face. Before he could speak, Zigmadar sitting next to Sela directly reached out a big hand, wrapped it around his neck, and covered his mouth with his palm. Regardless of Ron’s struggle, Zigmadar didn’t let go. The four small bumps on his head began to emit a rapid yellow light, which is even stronger than before… 

“Oh, uh, that, your name is Ge Su, right? Ge Su, please don’t take it to heart, he’s just a fool…” Zigmadar touched the four bumps on his head, laughing awkwardly, “we…” 

“I’m called Su Ge,” she said, looking expressionless at the four aliens sitting across from her, interrupting Zigmadar’s words. 

The words Zigmadar wanted to say were stuck in his throat, as if a stop button had been pressed. He didn’t speak for a while, and a mysterious awkwardness filled the scene. 

Even Ron couldn’t help but glare fiercely at Zigmadar at this moment, but when he couldn’t take his eyes off the wooden sword, he simply shifted the blame to Rong Shi, “It was Rong Shi who brought us here.” 

Up to this moment, Rong Shi remained immersed in the scene where Su Ge had just managed to push himself away. He also casually observed the mammoth specimen next to Su Ge and couldn’t help but marvel at the Earthling’s peculiar way of studying specimens by stringing them together. 

At that moment, he heard Ron calling his name. Honestly, within this interstellar alliance, there weren’t many who would call out their own names, let alone shift the blame onto themselves. He looked at the four people huddled together without any hesitation and dismantled their argument, “It wasn’t me who brought you here; you insisted on following.” 

Ron and Zigmadar were almost in tears. Big brother, what time is it? Haven’t you seen how terrifying this Earth woman is? We’re in this together! How could you so readily dismantle our argument?! You could have just asked her for what we needed, and we could have left. We really don’t want to stay here; she looks like she could hit someone at any moment!! 

Rong Shi obviously didn’t catch the earnest anticipation of these few people. He curiously pointed at Su Ge, who was putting those strings of specimens on the bonfire, and asked, “What are you doing?” 

Su Ge glanced at Rong Shi, noticing his sincere inquiry tinged with a hint of confusion. Did he not know? 

“Grilling meat.” 

“What’s grilling meat for?” 

“Eating.” 

Rong Shi: Uh… Huh??? 

Regarding the act of eating, it’s a basic instinct for any living organism, whether on Earth or beyond. Theoretically, it’s the same everywhere. 

But the current situation is different. The interstellar alliance has actually been established for many, many years, during which time technology has advanced rapidly, leading to the discovery of many new things that facilitate the lives of every resident in the alliance. 

Take the act of eating, for example. Before the interstellar alliance was established, most wars between races in the universe were primarily for resources and food. However, after the establishment of the interstellar alliance, they finally resolved this issue. 

A nutrient solution emerged, mainly targeting the eating problem of all residents within the entire interstellar alliance. In a small bottle of nutrient solution, various nutrients were contained, providing a sense of fullness, and, more importantly, it was very convenient. Upon its release, it immediately gained popularity among all residents of the interstellar alliance. 

After a long period of development, this nutrient solution is no longer a single variety but has developed into various varieties tailored to different species from different planets, even with different flavors. However, one thing remains unchanged. 

Since the appearance of the nutrient solution, the act of eating, which was originally a biological instinct for all organisms in the interstellar alliance, has been forgotten, after all, this thing is too convenient. 

As for how long the nutrient solution has been invented, there’s no definite answer, but it’s estimated to be three to five hundred years. That is to say, all the races existing in the interstellar alliance now have grown up consuming nutrient solutions, and the act of eating is strange to them. 

However, Su Ge, whose knowledge of the entire Interstellar Alliance was only half-baked, she had no way of knowing about this. She was quite puzzled. When she said the grilled meat in front of her was for eating, why did Rong Shi show a bewildered expression, as if he had seen a ghost? 

Of course, it wasn’t just Rong Shi; all the aliens present had the same expression. 

A strong suspicion arose in her mind. No, what’s going on with them? Do the aliens nowadays not eat anything? It can’t be. All organisms need to obtain the nutrients their bodies require through eating; isn’t that instinctive? Then what’s with their expressions? 

The orange tongues of flame licked the meat, which was streaked with fat and lean like snowflakes. Immediately, a special smell of protein heated at high temperature permeated the air, with a slight hint of char. Soon, the originally red and white meat turned into a dark brown color, and the rich fat inside the meat oozed out, dripping onto the branches below, igniting a fiercer flame, emitting a piercing yet enticing “sizzle” sound. 

Through the live broadcast screen, this scene was simply irresistible. 

The atmosphere in the Earth’s broadcast room was very lively. After all, the mammoth, a species long extinct, was not only rare to see, but eating it was even rarer. Yet now, they could see its meat being grilled on skewers. Just this sight alone was enough to savor.