Mecha: Return of the Pioneers

Chapter 2136 The Silver Clan's Recognition!

This was a question on Prome O's mind, and also a question that all the Silver Clan wanted to ask.

A constellation of stars and their families.

The identity of the petite, adorable, and mischievous Xiaoya is beyond doubt.

For the Silver race, who follow the guidance of the Golden Race and walk among the stars to lead many civilizations into the universe, they are already very familiar with the power from the stars.

When they discovered that the stars, which they could only sense but not manipulate, and which seemed to be separated from the little mermaid by an invisible wall, were so favored and loved, all explanations paled in comparison, leaving only that one radiance.

The little mermaid, favored, cherished, and protected by the stars, is a unique existence among the many universes.

How could a human being who can be recognized as a caregiver by such a being and maintain a close relationship with them be an ordinary person?

Therefore, in the Silver Clan's understanding, the only human being capable of raising so many universes must be someone who, like them, followed the Gold Clan and received guidance from them.

However, He Ming shook his head slightly.

"It is a pity! Although I have met the Golden Clan under different circumstances and discussed some things with them, I have not followed them and received their guidance like you have."

A golden light gradually shone in He Ming's eyes.

“I have received their help before, but most of the time, I have relied on my own steps to get to where I am today.”

"If the Silver Clan members want to see me as a companion who follows in the footsteps of the Gold Clan, they will be disappointed."

Upon hearing this, the members of the Silver Clan began to discuss it amongst themselves.

But Prome remained unmoved.

"It seems you've already traveled a much farther route than we can reach."

Prome closed her eyes slightly and said respectfully.

There is no falsehood in the communication between minds.

He Ming's words were neither boastful nor pretentious.

Prome-O could glimpse fragments of He Ming's meeting with the Golden Clan in those eyes.

"Although you did not follow the Golden Clan, in terms of results, we can be considered partners on the path of following the Golden Clan!"

Prome O stood up and bowed slightly to He Ming.

"This is not a ceremony performed because of the influence of your words, nor because of your origins. Rather, it is a way of thanking you for bringing us news about them."

Prome O straightened up, her expression slightly wistful.

"How many years has it been? After the Golden Clan left, although we took over the responsibility of guiding this universe, we Silver Clan have always had some questions."

Why are the Golden Clan unwilling to continue guiding us?

Why did the Golden Race leave this universe?

"Why has the Golden Clan never heeded our pleas?"

"Why did the Golden Clan leave their final gift to the Iron Clan before they left?"

"Why was it that the Black Iron Clan received the final favor from the Golden Clan?"

"In human terms, these questions are like maggots that gnaw at our souls, constantly consuming our minds throughout the long years, leading us to seek answers that we will never find."

Prome Ou slowly breathed a sigh of relief, turned her gaze to He Ming, and met He Ming's transformative eyes without any defenses.

"Now, we can be thankful that at such a crucial moment, you, a traveler from another universe who has also been guided by the Golden Race, have come before us and brought us their message."

Having said that, Prome O lowered her hands, clasped them over her abdomen, and bowed deeply to He Ming. At the same time, the Silver Clan members scattered across the various floating platforms also bowed to He Ming, just like Prome O.

This scene surprised Deannaira, who had been prepared for a heated debate.

"What is your name, sir? You are the traveler who once followed the Golden Clan?"

He Ming shook his head slightly.

"I don't think so. I'm just one of the lucky ones."

"You are too modest."

Prome O straightened up and slowly revealed a slight smile.

“Now that our problem with Lord He Ming has been resolved, it’s your turn, Deannaira from the Black Iron Clan.”

"Although Lord He Ming has come with you, he is a member of the Black Iron Clan from another universe and has no relation to the Black Iron Clan originating from this universe. Princess Deannaira, do you agree with this?"

Upon hearing this, Deanella immediately understood that the Silver Clan wanted to separate He Ming from her and deal with them separately.

Although somewhat unexpected, it was also within reason.

Instead of looking to He Ming for help, Deannala calmly raised her hand to her heart and responded firmly.

"Of course! This is a matter between humans and the Silver Race in our own universe. There's no need to trouble our distinguished guests from other universes!"

Deannaila's decisiveness prompted Prome to nod in approval.

"Go, Princess Deannala!"

He Ming did not offer any assistance.

Regardless of his personal understanding or the situation in the original timeline, Deannara was able to perfectly communicate with Prome O.

However, without realizing it, He Ming was still able to notice the gaze that Prome Ou was casting at him.

Clearly, Prome O'Hara did not intend to engage in a contest with Deannaira as she claimed.

The reason for singled out the communication between humans and the Silver Clan is probably to give an explanation to certain members of the clan.

He Ming's gaze swept around, but he didn't sense anything particularly special.

When most of the Silver Tribe members in this ecological dome noticed He Ming's gaze directed their way, they all bowed in respect.

After looking around, He Ming was basically certain that Rom Rowe was not paying attention to the conversation.

Or perhaps, he was hiding on the other side, watching silently.

The Silver Race monitors the planets of Noldus.

Rom Rowe calmly opened his eyes and looked at the two people in front of him.

“Monomos, Miss J, the person you were talking about has appeared. And, he has reached a certain consensus with Prome O.

"In addition, the star-like relatives who followed that person have also gained the recognition of our race."

“Paet O’Hara once tried to incite his compatriots to seize the Star Families, but he failed!”

Listening to Rom Lowe's story, the great sage Monomos of Tahuang and Miss.J of the Ghost Faces exchanged glances but remained silent.

Rom Rowe did not urge them.

"In that case, we don't need to add the Silver Clan as a bargaining chip to our plan!"

(End of this chapter)