The sound of small, strange conversations buzzed in my ears, accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming and going, interspersed with the sizzling of electricity.

It's all irritating.

He endured it for an unknown amount of time.

There was a sudden sharp pain in his head, and his whole body couldn't help but curl up.

The humming sound faded away, and only words with strange accents drifted out.

"Federal", "Native", "Wormhole"

He was half awake and half confused, and when the sounds died down, he finally opened his eyes with difficulty, only to find himself in a strange cabin, which was a flowing blue color, and his gaze was comfortable and not dazzling.

He touched the board of the bed made of unknown material under him, and looked around a little dazedly.

The small red light on the wall flickered, and then the alarm sounded, and he subconsciously rolled on the side of the bed, looking around defensively, and the sound of footsteps came again from a distance.

Until I walked into this cabin.

There were a few people in front of me who were a little strange.

It's not that their stature is too tall compared to ordinary people, it's not that they have some Westernized faces, but their breath.

For a person who has been on border missions all year round, the aura they exude is too dangerous.

He saw one of them pointing at him, as if to say something to someone nearby, as a mechanical arm somehow grabbed him from above the cabin, and a screen appeared out of thin air on the wall of the chamber with various data and graphs that he couldn't read.

The group of "potential", "conformity", and "original people" were still talking in whispers, and their faces became more and more serious, as if they had encountered something extremely difficult to explain, and one of them even scolded them sharply, opened the door and turned around and went out.

He wanted to ask, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of several corpses being placed outside the door.

It was the corpses of his teammates.

……

She slept restlessly.

Breathless, frowning, as if trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape.

A hand hesitated at her side for a moment, then finally patted her back gently, again and again.

The girl slowly woke up from her dream, with physiological tears still in the corners of her eyes.

"You've seen it all."

The man's voice, which was not salty or light, sounded, stating this fact, and withdrew his hand, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

She jerked her head up, looked at him fixedly, and said in a dumb voice.

"Who are those people?"

……

It's a story that can be summed up in two words.

"Interstellar Traveler Who Mistakenly Passed Through a Wormhole" and "Special Forces Preparing to Return Home After Mission Completion".

When these purported travelers from the Federation discovered this beautiful aqua blue planet, they had just crossed the wormhole due to some unexpected things, and they originally thought that this was just a planet that had not yet been discovered by the Federation and the Empire, and they decided to land here temporarily without much thought, ready to exchange supplies.

However, as the distance got closer, they suddenly found that there did not seem to be a single interstellar civilization here, there were no mechas, hovercars, and optical brains that could be used to collect information, but instead large areas of greenery, oceans, and various high-rise buildings and small iron boxes shuttling through the city.

It's like what they've seen in history.

Is this a backward planet? Are there aborigines living here?

They still guessed this, and cautiously parked the aircraft in a rarely populated place.

It's just that when they saw ten people suspected of being aborigines in the dense jungle, when they tried to use their light brains to contact and talk to them, causing the other party to die suddenly and tragically, when one of them even had obvious changes in his body data under their technological means.

They realized that they weren't stepping over space.

It's time.

This is a millennium ago in the Great Interstellar Age.

This is the earth.

……

That night completely changed his life.

Whether it was the tragic death of his teammates or the absurd and bizarre reality in front of him, in thirty years, he could not really forget it.

He maintains this face that never gets old, and has the ability to walk like a monster in this world.

He didn't know how long he would live.

Whether to live to the end of the universe, or to live to the coming of that era.

He has always longed for his kind.

Although he eats, wears, and travels like ordinary people, he knows that some things are no longer the same.

He could feel the powerful power that burst out of his body, and he could also sense that he was inadvertently intimidating and oppressing others, as well as his memory, abilities, and some means that were beyond the reach of ordinary people had changed......

It's as if he's still him, but there's been a qualitative change from within.

"After the 'transformation', I was able to understand their words, and they said that the reason why I was able to survive and have such changes was because I had the potential to be very similar to them, so I was able to transform into a physical fitness similar to that of an interstellar person."

The shredded hair on his forehead hung down, and the shadow blocked his lowered eyes, making it impossible to see his emotions.

"Huh."

He looked at his skeletal hands and let out a low self-deprecation.

"Because of the mistakes of those people, they regarded us as the aborigines of backward planets, and through their set of instruments, they wanted to forcibly instill us with some interstellar lingua franca and want to test our physique, but in the end, they caused the tragic death of their comrades." He gritted his back molars uncontrollably, paused, and calmed down, "And I, too, have become such a monster." ”

The last sentence was too cold, and the girl subconsciously retorted, "It's a human, not a monster." ”

"People?"

He raised his voice, the kind of spicy taunt coming to his face, and he sneered and asked rhetorically, "Have you ever seen someone with six genders?" ”

"You mean ......"

She understood at once, and her lips trembled slightly, unable to say a word.

"It seems that you are also aware of a certain kind of speculation about the future of human gender over the years." He glanced at her, smiled knowingly, and said with some indifference, "yes, those statements turned out to be true." ”

Probably because the girl's face was too pale, perhaps because of the empathetic pain and torment from the mind and body in the dream, or because the fact was too appalling.

For a moment he didn't want to speak in such a tone again, he didn't want to see horror or pity in the girl's eyes.

He curled the corners of his mouth and leaned closer to her, "You can guess what I am." ”

The oppressive and seductive aura of male conquest filled the gap between the two, and she looked at him and pronounced the word with unmistakable precision.

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