"&*%#..."
Aaron looked at the hover car that had stopped in front of him with a touch of surprise.
The mechanical-looking beings on it took out strange weapons, aimed them directly at him, and spoke a series of bizarre notes.
These sounds were somewhat similar to the old Engwiss language, yet there were differences that even he could not understand.
Fortunately, he was a quick learner.
A trace of "Bright" Spirituality emerged, swiftly transforming into "Tower" Spirituality, combined with a bit of Divination ability.
After only listening to a few sentences, he had completely mastered this language.
"Are you a natural human? How did you survive?"
"Where do you come from? A mysterious sect?"
A wheat-skinned woman, seeing his earlier silent demeanor, asked again.
"Natural human?"
Aaron looked at her metallic arm: "If you mean not modified like you, then indeed, I am a natural human..."
