"Everyone, pull off one scale from your body!"
"Don't try to pass off inferior ones as good!"
"Once a month. You should know what to do!"
On the stone platform that had been erected, Lin An slightly furrowed his brows as he watched the Guard Team push over a large box.
Although he didn't really understand what these Mutant elders were planning, he had more or less guessed the reason.
Once a month, the hardest scales.
It seemed that this was the "tax" imposed on the lowest level of the Xenomorph World. The low-level Mutants who had nothing possessed only one thing of value: the scales they cultivated from their own bodies.
"This world doesn't seem to have equipment or skills. But it definitely has a System."
"Mutant strengthening comes from absorbing energy, and there also seems to be something similar to a Talent Panel."
"So to them, scales that provide defense and survival are actually equivalent to equipment and resources in the human world?"
As he pondered inwardly and continuously absorbed information about the Xenomorph World, Lin An did his best to outline its true appearance in his mind.
There was no helping it. He didn't have this world's System, so he could only rely on speculation for many things.
If he had a System, he would know the key information just by glancing at this world's mountain channel.
"Keep a few high-status Mutants alive without blowing off their heads and see whether Revival can be used to question them."
"Relying solely on indirect probing to obtain information is too slow."
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Hearing the screams and involuntary low growls beside him, Lin An's thoughts stirred, and he raised his head to look.
The first Mutant to have its scales pulled off was currently having the scale between its brows