Wenren Sheng had once been the Study God. After thinking it over carefully, he understood what these aliens meant.
They relied on bioelectric nerve impulses to obtain the energy they needed to survive. That was destined to be an extremely inefficient method of energy intake.
Such a method could not sustain the movement of a massive body.
That meant they were most likely parasitic lifeforms, obtaining this Bioelectric Energy by parasitizing the brains of other creatures. Their own forms were probably collections of nerve cells, similar to microbial aggregates.
In other words, they had evolved from microorganisms. They were not like humans, whose conscious minds had awakened from the inside out through hard work.
To think of so much in such a brief instant, Wenren Sheng could not help but sigh. As expected, he made a living through unparalleled wisdom and world-shocking talent, not through cheats.
Just as Wenren Sheng was thinking, the alien lifeforms outside began speaking again.
"Look, that person is giving off the most delicious scent. Sweet with a faint fragrance, fresh yet chewy... I'll pay 5,000 New Sphere Currency for him."
"I'll pay 8,000."
"10,000!"
"I'm the Captain," said the final pair of eyes.
Silence fell.
Those four short sentences gave Wenren Sheng even more information.
These alien lifeforms also possessed a highly developed social structure, with ranks and hierarchies. They were no saints, either.
That was perfectly normal. A race of saints would not find survival easy. It was ordinary, down-to-earth populations that were more likely to endure.
Beautiful things were always fragile and fleeting. Imperfection was what lasted.
"Strange. If you want to eat me, why don't you come in?" Wenren Sheng asked another question.
"Because you are too fragile. If we entered rashly, you would die. Our current bodies are something you cannot