Wang Qi once again found his worldview shaken.
He finally understood that all his previous efforts had really been attempts akin to figuring out "how to make a sound of 'delicious!' while eating shit."
Ah, honestly, from a technical standpoint, this was not difficult. If one could obtain the precise structures of the major organic compounds in mushrooms and then design the correct digestive enzymes, those mushrooms would surely taste delicious.
The same applied to "shit," really.
Wang Qi's earlier guess—that dragons could find shit delicious as long as they were willing to eat it—had been reasonable.
But...
On the land far from the hills, Wang Qi's avatar clutched his forehead in collapse, staring at those Pula specimens calmly eating mushrooms in the distance.
"I'm saying... is your race... perverted? You are perverted, right? Or did I just happen to catch nothing but perverts? How can you eat something so disgusting without changing expression? And when I asked whether you lived well before, why did every single one of you say you lived comfortably? Are you... all perverts? Huh? Huh?"
After saying that, Wang Qi seemed to recall another "setting."
The language of facial expressions used by creatures from one planet was, to intelligent beings from another planet, something like an unsolved mystery.
He had analyzed Pula facial expressions, but...
"My analysis was inadequate? You might actually be wearing agonized expressions? Then tell me! Isn't it just that you want to eat immortal flesh? I can get it for you! Why did you say you lived comfortably? Is there something wrong with your brains..."
"Now... now..."
Wang Qi covered his eyes with his hand.
"How did that saying go? We're screwed... The covert infiltration went spectacularly badly."
"No, don't panic, don't panic. There is still a chance to remedy this.