"...Male, eight hundred and sixty-two years old... Um, can I leave the race and civilization fields blank?"
A human. Well, according to these foreign civilizations, aside from one or two exceptionally unusual True Civilizations that were not human, all civilizations from the past hundred eras had been human civilizations. Human appearance alone did not mean much. However, upon arriving in an Entrance World and seeking contact with Gaia Human Civilization, this basic information had to be filled in.
Yet so far, there had been exceedingly few foreign civilizations willing to enter an Entrance World peacefully and make contact with humans. No, there should have been none at all. They were either observing from the shadows, issuing something akin to challenges, or trying to infiltrate Gaia Human Civilization. Not one foreign civilization had shown genuine sincerity or intended peaceful contact. It was not even organized contact between civilizations—there had not been a single individual, either.
The human before them, wrapped from head to toe in a burlap cloak, was likely the first sincere contactee to arrive in peace.
A3 Entrance World—the Entrance World guarded by Wu Pifu—received a human swathed in a burlap cloak on the fifth day after Wu Pifu had beaten up the "strongest prodigy," which was also the eighth day he had guarded this world. The man was about as tall and sturdy as an ordinary adult male. Whether it was an effect of the cloak or the result of his own extraordinary path, even Wu Pifu's senses could not penetrate it. His Superbrain's emotional perception could not detect the man's emotions either.
All that could be determined from his voice and build was that he was a man. By Gaia Human standards, he was roughly thirty or forty years old. His voice sounded faintly exhausted, and Wu