Lin Yu's Gift

A spacecraft several kilometers long slowly descended from the sky.

Although a warship of this size was merely cruiser-class in the Federal Fleet, it was still a colossal behemoth to a primitive civilization that had not even reached Level 2 Civilization.

The Great Elder and Zi Ling, who had come out of the house because of the shouting outside, were likewise stunned by the warship in the sky, almost forgetting how to speak.

A minute later, the Melohua had stopped descending and hovered steadily above the tribe on its antigravity engines.

At that moment, the entire tribe was silent. Not a sound could be heard.

Why had the tribe, which had just been in utter chaos, suddenly become so quiet?

The reason was simple, because...

Everyone had knelt down!

Most of them had even imagined the Melohua to be the vehicle of a god.

Inside Hangar One, a shuttlecraft, a small cargo ship, and over a hundred mechs stood ready to depart.

"Move out!"

In an exceptionally orderly formation, the hundred-plus mechs escorted the two small spacecraft out of Hangar One. They then headed toward the tribe below.

Even after the entire formation landed in the central square of the tribe, all the Tarak Tribe members remained kneeling on the ground. They did not even dare sneak a glance upward.

No, not all of them. One person was an exception.

Although the mischievous little girl was also kneeling on the ground, she was extremely restless, repeatedly sneaking looks upward until...

"Brother Lin Yu?"

Although Lin Yu had cut his hair and tidied himself up from head to toe,

Zi Ling recognized him the instant he stepped out of the shuttlecraft.

Hearing his granddaughter call out, the Great Elder also gathered his courage and raised his head just a little, stealing