"General, these Scale Clan people can't be trusted!" the soldier shouted anxiously.
Acting alone in occupied territory meant he could be attacked at any moment.
Especially someone as important as Fissman—there had to be plenty of people who wanted him dead.
Before Fissman could speak, the priest guarding the door sneered. "Ignorant lower life-form. Before God, there are no races, only higher and lower beings.
Inside the church, we can guarantee the safety of every brother."
Fissman could tell from the other man's indifferent gaze that he truly did not regard ordinary people as his own kind. He viewed them as lower life-forms.
Perhaps... if ordinary people did not have the potential to become evolvers, they would not even deserve a second glance.
Fissman stopped the soldier from overreacting and stepped forward. "I'm an evolver. I'll go in alone."
"Please."
The other man moved aside, and his gaze softened somewhat.
Clearly, this was blatant discrimination.
As the one receiving special treatment, Fissman did not find it strange.
He entered the church and discovered that there were quite a few people inside.
Those people had not lied. They refused to receive ordinary people because they had already reached their capacity.
Before Fissman could look around any further, a priest approached him. "An alien?"
Fissman countered with the knowledge he had just learned. "Are there races in God's eyes as well?"
The other man smiled faintly, unconcerned. "Of course not. It's simply that this is the first time I've seen a brother from another race."
Fissman was certain that the man was not afraid.
"You're not afraid of me?" he could not help asking.
"Why should I be? Because of that little ability of yours?" the priest said with a smile.
"I mean the starships in space. Aren't you afraid of them?"