Alif's Homecoming

"Alif, you don't need to leave us so many supplies. We can still take care of ourselves."

On a desolate Second-tier Civilization planet, there was a hidden Sen Star Person settlement. The village chief grasped Alif's hand, trying to stop her from leaving even more supplies behind.

"We're doing fairly well here. You don't have to spend all your bounty money buying supplies for us every time. You should save some for yourself."

"Look at you. You're clearly a powerful creator, yet you're wearing clothes even shabbier than ours. That does a disservice to both your strength and your identity as a Sen Star Person."

"Even if we Sen Star People have fallen into decline, we should still pay attention to our appearance."

As he spoke, the chief shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. You're fine like this. I'm afraid that if you dressed too well, others would set their sights on you."

Alif stood quietly and waited for the chief to finish before smiling. "It's fine. I don't have anywhere else to spend the bounty money anyway."

After setting down all the supplies, she continued, "Actually, I'm afraid. Before this, I met several Sen Star People who risked going out because they lacked supplies, only to expose their identities. Without exception, they were all captured. So there's no need to be polite, Chief. If you're short on anything, just tell me."

Hearing Alif's words, the chief sighed repeatedly. "We're holding you back. Without us, your life would surely be much easier."

"You're all my people..." Alif shook her head.

Besides, she was not the only one supporting these reclusive Sen Star People. Many Sen Star People with a certain degree of strength earned money out in the stars and provided aid to their kin. She was merely one