Standing at the Spaceport on Capital Star and looking down at the dazzling culmination of an entire civilization was intoxicating.
The Scale Clan civilization had already attained such a brilliant light of civilization.
Flesh Mountain's emotions did not waver in the slightest. In his eyes, this was not worth any extra attention.
On the contrary, beneath that flourishing splendor, he saw nothing but hollow souls.
Fortunately, he had brought evolution to them and given them genuine souls.
That was the greatness of a god. Just a few days ago, the Provisional Administration Bureau had been on the verge of collapse and had nearly been schemed against by these Scale Clan higher-ups.
Looking back, some things were truly frightening in retrospect.
But now, everything was different. When Mutated beings as calamitous as natural disasters appeared, the Scale Clan were as fragile as unawakened fish.
The roar of warships could not save this civilization.
Once the Scale Clan realized that, Evolvers truly gained a status above others.
Previously, Evolvers had possessed no status at all. At most, they had been a group of armed thugs. The Scale Clan higher-ups had never taken them seriously.
But now, things were different. The status of Evolvers had risen dramatically.
Perhaps no one had stepped forward to tear away that last veil of pretense, but the Provisional Evolver Management Bureau had already dropped the word "Provisional."
At that moment, Flesh Mountain was even standing openly in the Spaceport's restricted control zone, flagrantly violating the rules, yet no one dared step forward to stop him.
In truth, the view from the highest point was excellent, but it was not particularly safe.
In an environment exposed to space, cosmic radiation and space debris could both claim the lives of carbon-based organisms.
Inside the Spaceport behind him, many people