Dante swept his eyes around the various officials, and he could only feel awkward deep down as he could tell that they all had higher SDIs than he did. He couldn't do anything like suppress them with his aura or the like, because any of these fellows could one-punch him to death.
Yet look at them, with their backs bent and their faces showing obsequious smiles. After thousands of years of being beaten down by pure humans and relegated to the second class, they had carved this subservience into their bones.
Unlike the majority of aliens living in the deeper parts of the universe near the core worlds as well as those from truly powerful factions among the aliens, the rest didn't have much defiance.
It was just like on Earth. Modern Americans knew in their hearts, regardless of their political affiliations or religious beliefs, that they were being toyed with by a small percentage of freaks who controlled everything.
