The language barrier is a big problem.
Especially in this situation, Hupo had absolutely no idea what the leopard was saying.
It was whimpering and howling, with tears welling up in its eyes.
No matter how big a cat grows, it's still a cat, that's undeniable. If felines weren't so dangerous, I'm sure even if a tiger came along, plenty of people would want to pet it.
The leopard in front of me is a typical feline, inexplicably aggressive and inexplicably begging for mercy.
At least in Hupo's eyes, this guy's actions made absolutely no sense.
But now, it seems she doesn't need to run anymore.
Seeing that the leopard was clinging to his leg and wouldn't let go, Hupo squatted down and reached out to touch it.
Spacesuits are such a nuisance!
There isn't a single gap!
This left Hupo, who was about to pet the cat, somewhat at a loss.
Fortunately, her Magic Power had recovered somewhat, and with a few quick swipes, she disassembled the Leopard Head spacesuit helmet.
Once the spacesuit was removed, Leopard Head's face instantly turned ashen. He struggled to breathe and even felt his bodily fluids and air flowing out of his mouth and nose.
Hupo reached out and patted the Leopard Head, casting a Vacuum Technique on it.
Instantly, all the sensations of being exposed to the vacuum vanished, as if I had returned to my normal living environment.
Leopard Head's eyes widened in surprise.
This was the first time Hupo had ever seen a feline's eyes open so wide.
He withdrew one hand and touched his head. The touch was so familiar, just like the feel of his own fur, without any sense of separation.
But miraculously, with just one tap, she was able to breathe in space! Even the pressure issue was resolved.
Amazing! Absolutely amazing!
She must find a way to save herself!
Leopard Head suddenly withdrew his hands and began to take off his spacesuit.
Hupo had never seen anything like this before, and was indeed a little embarrassed to watch. She covered her eyes with her hands, but the gaps between her fingers were so wide that an apple could fit inside.
The muscle distribution of felines is perfectly symmetrical; this is innate, and even as intelligent beings, these long-standing genetic traits continue to influence them.
Leopard Head didn't care about anything else at this moment. He quickly tore open his shirt, revealing a large, very obvious metal structure on his chest.
Like an artificial heart, this thing was embedded in the center of its chest. On top of it, there was a strange countdown. Although the words were different, Hupo could roughly understand what it was by seeing the numbers jumping up and down.
It's a clock!
This is so cyberpunk! It's a leopard, yet it has a clock inside its body. She's only ever seen this strange combination in the anime "The Edgerunners".
But what does it mean when it takes off its shirt and shows itself this?
Do you want to touch it yourself and see?
Hupo was a little embarrassed and reached out to touch it.
The material is somewhat strange; it doesn't resemble any known metal.
Leopard Head was a little unsure how to explain. The language barrier was a huge problem. How could it learn a new language in half an hour and still make sure the other person understood it?
There's no other way but to use body language to describe it.
It started gesturing wildly, trying to explain the situation to the Hupo.
Meanwhile, the carousel of Kobolds and Tree People inside the communications pod had finished its rotation.
There's not much to reminisce about. They were born into a special breeding laboratory for Snail People, coming from machines, not even knowing who their parents were. They had few friends among their own kind who grew up together. Everyone their age was a competitor, and if you couldn't compete, you were eliminated.
Different species naturally compete in different directions.
The Kobolds is characterized by his relatively quick mind and diligent hands and feet, and he has been learning how to be a qualified servant since childhood.
It was naturally eliminated. Those who weren't eliminated went to third-class planets or higher after completing their studies to become loyal stewards and servants. However, it was lucky enough not to become food for the Snail People, but instead wandered around and became a member of the cannon fodder army.
The Tree People compete in terms of their ability to modify the environment, since a habitable planet cannot exist without trees. However, they are far superior to the Kobolds, as even if they are eliminated, they can still serve as gunners on the ship, given their innate advantages.
There's nothing in my past memories to cherish or reminisce about; all I can recall is the competition I ignored.
After their minds raced through a series of thoughts, the two secretly peeked through the crack in the door, wanting to peek into the command center to see what was going on.
After all, the bombs would take some time to detonate, and they still needed to find a way to hold off the native.
The door was half open, and the two people who had just peeked out froze as if petrified.
The native found a chair and sat down, while Leopard Head, on the other hand, had taken off his helmet and shirt and was jumping around wildly, as if he were performing some kind of strange tribal dance.
"What's going on here?"
The Tree People asked quietly.
"I don't know! It's only been a few minutes, how could it have gotten like this!"
The Kobolds was dumbfounded. If it weren't for the helmet, it would have definitely reached out and gouged out its own eyes a few times.
"I recognize the dance that Leopard Head guy does!"
After watching for a short while, the Tree People managed to utter a sentence.
"What?"
The Kobolds stared intently.
"Look, dancing, taking off clothes, isn't that a striptease? I get it, she's trying to seduce that native!"
The Tree People chuckled, quite amusingly, before the Kobolds jumped up and slapped him on the shoulder.
"What the hell do you know?"
Although the situation at the scene is definitely not what the Tree People described, given the current bizarre circumstances, it's hard to say for sure.
Leopard Head gestured for a long time, but the native opposite him, apart from clapping his hands, didn't understand a thing.
It didn't expect to have any normal communication with it anymore; it was really asking a fool like me to do these things.
Fortunately, he glanced around and saw two heads peeking through the crack in the door.
With a leap, before the Kobolds and Tree People could react, he pried open the door, reached out and pulled the Kobolds out, then grabbed one of the Tree People's legs with his other hand and dragged it out as well.
"Damn it, what are you doing! Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me!"
The Kobolds flailed his limbs, refusing to cooperate at all.
The Tree People was gripping the doorknob tightly; it was about to snap off.
"You two idiots, listen to me. We can't defuse this bomb, but that doesn't mean it can't! I called you out here to figure out a way, explain it to it, and ask it to save us."
Leopard Head's eyes widened.
Although his helmet was gone, the two of them could still hear what he said because the door to the communications room was open and gas was escaping.
Hearing what Leopard Head said, the two stopped struggling, and a glimmer of light reappeared in their previously lifeless pupils.
"Yeah, you're a genius! Put me down, you fucking idiot!"
In his desperation, the Kobolds even barked a few times.
Leopard Head hurriedly dropped it on the ground.
The Kobolds finally understood. The guy had been gesturing for so long because of the language barrier. Why didn't he say so earlier? He had a solution.
All those years of servant training weren't for nothing. Even if I can't speak the language, I can definitely understand drawings. Besides, my sketching skills are pretty good.
That stupid leopard, why didn't it call out earlier? What's the point of gesturing around for so long?