Behind the dense primeval jungle, Wood Man Saint stood beside the spacecraft at the foot of the hill, watching bits of gravel and dirt rustle down from the hilltop. He scratched his chin and snapped his fingers.
Countless vines instantly burst from the ground. In barely a dozen seconds, they sprouted, broke through the soil, and grew. The vines visibly thickened to the size of an adult's arm, firmly securing the entire spacecraft.
Dense green broad leaves climbed over the spacecraft's hull, as though draping it in a primitive plant coat. Its mottled exterior was completely concealed, taking on an air of nature and artistry.
"This is nature's masterpiece. On this land, the power of nature is truly inexhaustible."
Brown vines and leaves wrapped around Wood Man Saint's body, but his face wore a satisfied expression.
This was his masterpiece.
After finishing all this, Wood Man Saint looked into the distance and pressed the communicator by his ear.
"It stopped? What a waste of excitement."
Inside the spacecraft's bridge, a burly man with a metallic sheen across his entire body sat in the pilot's seat. Seeing the message on the light screen, he said into the communicator, "It's a Gador Empire spacecraft. No idea what got into them, but they ended up here."
"Then they really do have something wrong with their heads. If they wanted trouble, shouldn't they be looking for the Federation government and military? What's the point of coming here? They must have too much time on their hands."
Wood Man Saint yawned. "The spacecraft here is secured. I'm going back to continue my research. The entire jungle is my lookout now, so it's perfectly safe."
"Mm." A deep voice like grinding metal sounded in agreement.
Wood Man Saint was in an excellent mood. He could hardly