Preemptive Strike

The Metal Attribute Supreme failed to realize that he had fallen into a strange mental trap: he assumed the other party was a native of Garbage Star!

But it really was not his fault. This place had been designated a red restricted zone by the Empire, and no starship was permitted to approach without authorization! Secondly, Garbage Star had quasi-military bases and all kinds of external surveillance.

Normally, any starship that strayed in would be detected in advance, and the base would naturally respond accordingly.

Of course, Garbage Star's external surveillance was not as strong as that of an ordinary Habitable Star because... there was no need.

Could an incoming starship possibly have found ways to avoid surveillance and landed on Garbage Star?

That possibility objectively existed, but in that case, one had to ask: what did they want? If they wanted nothing yet insisted on landing on Garbage Star, only an idiot would believe it.

After all, this was a rebel planet the Empire had pacified years ago. It was now listed as a restricted zone, and entry was forbidden without permission.

It truly was, "Landing feels great for a moment; your whole family ends up at the crematorium!"

If they were after something, then please tell him... what good stuff could possibly be found on this heavily polluted planet?

So the Metal Attribute Supreme genuinely had not considered that the other party might have come from outside.

Even when an Attack Ship appeared, he had not thought in that direction—this place might be backward, but it truly had skilled repair technicians!

It was not that these people were theoretically brilliant. Rather, every repair expert... had been forced into it by the environment!

In a world of overwhelming material abundance, clothes could be discarded after being worn once.

Knowing