"I want to go back. I mean, I'm already starting to miss Mercury."
His initial contact with this world had actually been quite unpleasant.
Generally speaking, when one first arrived in some foreign land or exotic realm, saw unfamiliar sights, and tasted different foods, there was usually a period of excitement, even a honeymoon phase.
But within the first thirty-eight hours—one day in this world—Lu PingAn already wanted to run away.
He had no idea what color the sky was supposed to be, though it looked red. The overly bright sky seriously interfered with his eyes' perception of color—especially for Lu PingAn, who needed to use other people's eyes to perceive colors.
The lifeforms of this world had given Lu PingAn quite a surprise as well. They did not even have language. More precisely, they communicated through "light" rather than "sound waves (vibrations)."
They truly could communicate with their eyes, or even kill with them. But from what Lu PingAn had learned, their communication efficiency was not particularly high. The signal became severely distorted at even a slight distance. In practical terms, it could only be considered another form of "sound waves."
"This sign... is this okay?"
Lu PingAn found a small restaurant with a chicken drumstick on its sign and handed over a card with a bizarre spectrum of colors. To the tall local native, it probably looked like a deaf-mute person holding up a piece of paper to buy food.
The other party calmly nodded. Lu PingAn had encountered dozens of locals along the way, and they had not displayed a second expression.
Those overly standardized faces also made Lu PingAn suspect that they were artificial masks. Perhaps they simply had no other expressions.
Even in Lu Mouren's perception, those bodies were merely illusions. Their true insides were