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Because of the space-time disturbances, many outsiders had accidentally appeared here. Those who could be located were fine and could leave directly, but anyone who had lost their way and failed to complete their star-map positioning—or whose spaceship had been damaged—had no choice but to come to the Manok Federation for information and supplies.

In fact, when you counted it up, this was rather similar to Xuan Ye's original purpose.

This had also led to a large number of outsiders constantly passing through the space station. The commotion that drew Xuan Ye's attention was caused by several people whose clothing and appearance were clearly out of place in the surrounding area.

"...Do you know who we are? How dare a mere Fifth-Tier Civilization look down on us?"

Several strange, towering figures had densely packed teeth like saws, rough blue skin resembling leather, and blue hair. At that moment, one burly male was holding a petite and handsome Manokian port worker off the ground by both legs.

He roared furiously.

Sure enough, in the universe's law-of-the-jungle environment, every kind of civilization really did exist. There was no shortage of hot-tempered ones, either. (Unless specifically mentioned otherwise, translation devices will be assumed from now on.)

"Sorry, sir, I really don't know what you're talking about. Please put me down."

The delicate and handsome Manok Federation man's face had reddened from difficulty breathing. He had no choice but to speak. It had to be said that, compared with those barbaric fellows, this civilization was far more deserving of the word "civilized."

"You don't know about the Xima Empire?! We're a powerful Sixth-Tier Civilization! How can you, a Fifth-Tier Civilization, not know about us?"

The hot-tempered man shouted, spraying saliva everywhere. His companions tried pulling him back and talking him down, but it seemed