Atoka, who had been staring at the screen, was startled by the sound of the door opening.
Perhaps because he had spent too long gazing at the images of Proxima Centauri, his three pairs of narrow visual organs were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
In his memory, this door had opened only once.
That had been when he first entered this room.
Soft footsteps sounded.
Atoka turned to look.
When he saw the Proxima Centauri person dressed in black, a dense cluster of tiny bumps instantly rose on top of his Thought Organ.
Black clothing!
Only a Lair could wear that!
The so-called Lair were the prophets and scientists foretold in the Proxima Centauri Civilization's prophecies.
They also held the highest status.
Without time to think, he hurriedly rose from his chair, raised his forelimbs, and placed them on top of his Thought Organ.
At the same time, Atoka deliberately made the skin atop his Thought Organ become perfectly smooth.
This was how the Proxima Centauri Civilization expressed respect.
"Esteemed Lair, you..."
The Proxima Centauri person surveyed the somewhat oppressive surroundings, and all three pairs of his eyes narrowed.
His Thought Organ openly displayed his disgust.
"Spare me the nonsense!" the Lair screeched at Atoka.
Atoka trembled slightly and crouched even lower.
"Y-yes!"
"Esteemed Lair, please look over here. A while ago, while I was observing the primary star..."
The Lair unceremoniously dragged Atoka aside with his thick forelimbs.
"Enough. Get out of the way!"
"I can look for myself!"
Having spent so long in this room without exercise, Atoka's muscles were naturally no match for the Lair's.
The instant the Lair's forelimb touched him, Atoka felt his body lift.
The world spun, and he was tossed onto the floor beside them like a garbage bag.
Atoka dared not show