Apophis ignored the aliens' incomprehensible muttering and walked straight up to a leader who appeared to hold the highest status, then reached out and placed his right hand against the man's forehead.
His muscles taut, the Space Pirate named Tangulas Cappuccino C. Edward Alfred was trembling so violently that even his soul seemed to shake.
"Tangulas, that's your name?" Apophis said, somewhat awkwardly pronouncing the unfamiliar words.
"Y-you can speak our language?" Tangulas asked blankly.
"I read your memories, and then I knew it," Apophis said casually.
"R-read your memories?" The aliens around him looked at Apophis completely differently now. His overwhelming strength could still be explained as a mutation among cosmic life-forms.
But reading memories and instantly understanding a language were entirely beyond their imagination. Even they, who considered themselves an advanced civilization, could at most use their supercomputers to gather data from their databases and then compare and translate it simultaneously.
As for reading memories, their homeworld's highest research field in the past might have been able to accomplish it with great difficulty, but it absolutely could not have been done as easily as by the creature before them.
"He must be the god from the legends of Native Star!"
"Native Star?"
The alien who had spoken clearly had not fully processed the situation yet. Their conversation was no longer a secret.
"No, no. Actually, our homeworld is called Native Star."
"That's right, that's right! We're all Native Star people."
Sycophancy and fear of death were universal across all races... Apophis sighed inwardly, then began analyzing Tangulas's memories.
After a while.
Apophis narrowed his eyes slightly. He had obtained the most valuable piece of information from the man's memories: these aliens had long since lost their homeworld.
In other words, his earlier worry had been completely unnecessary.
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