Lu Yao thought it over.
If he remembered correctly, the concept of Earth was something that had only appeared in modern times.
This cup-headed man of iron sheet before him, if compared to the closest template in human history, should have been the stitched-together corpse monster from Mary Shelley's pioneering science fiction novel Frankenstein.
But no matter how he looked at Zila's body of iron lumps and flesh, it had nothing to do with a human body of flesh and blood.
Because of this, Lu Yao made a special visit to him, and even presented a box of World Stones as a greeting gift.
Sure enough, on account of the gift, the other party still invited him inside.
"Mr. Zila, I heard you call yourself an Earthling?"
"That's right. I'm a pure-blooded Earthling. My hometown is a beautiful and colorful world, far prettier than this place." This man of iron sheet was usually quiet and reserved, but when he spoke of his homeland, pride overflowed from every word.
"Earth is the name of your place?"
"Yes. I'm an Earthling, and our place is Earth. That's easy to understand, isn't it?"
"But where did the word Earth come from? Are you really sure you're an Earthling?" Lu Yao could not help laughing for a moment.
"What are you laughing at? I'm an Earthling! Earth is Earth. My friend, jokes about one's hometown aren't funny! Please don't say that again, or leave!"
On the cup-headed iron man's rust-red head, the area around his two iron-ball eyes flushed red, and smoke came out of his head. He looked angry.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." Lu Yao's expression turned serious again. "What I meant was, do the locals all call your world Earth?"
"That's right."
The other party was very certain.
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