He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Are you a masochist, meow?

"Eh?"

Li Ji had a vague feeling that the sharp-tongued and shrewish Dai Lulu had returned.

"I'm being so sincere, and you call me a masochist? Are you even human?"

“Theoretically speaking, it’s unlikely that I could transform into a species other than a human, meow.” Delulu’s voice was cold and somewhat wooden.

"You're really something. I'm trying to talk to you about something seriously, and you don't take it to heart at all."

I'll keep it in mind, meow!

Dailu nodded frantically in her mind.

Hey, shut up! Tell me, you really care, meow!

"Oh, I don't think this is the time to talk about these things, meow."

Delulu wanted to tear her mouth apart. Why does reason always go against her emotions?
There's just no way to take this bracelet off, meow.

"Boom boom boom——"

A few muffled thuds came from the overhead hood, which was then opened, and a little black boy's head poked in.

"We've all learned it, we can go now."

Li Ji still had some things he wanted to say, but since Dai Lulu had already said so, and Sha Bao was urging him on, he had no choice but to give up.

Shark, who could never learn to ride a motorcycle, towed a trailer loaded with tank shells, while the remaining eight people each rode a tank towards the Wawulue Mountains.

Li Ji was worried that the old men might fall asleep or suddenly become demented halfway through the drive, so he arranged for the tanks to be lined up horizontally to avoid rear-end collisions.

Sure enough, halfway through the journey, a tank in the middle suddenly made a sharp left turn and was about to crash into Li Ji's tank.

He slammed on the gas pedal, trying to speed up and avoid it, but it was too late; the tank was hurtling towards him.

Suddenly, a little black boy rushed out from behind and slid over the tank.

As the tank overturned.

With quick reflexes, Shark grabbed the tank and lifted it steadily.

Everyone rushed to the parking lot to check on the situation. Upon opening the hood, they found the elderly man lying motionless inside the cab.

"Ivanov! Wake up!"

No matter how much people called out to the old man, he did not respond.

The remaining four old men huddled around the machine cover, their eyes downcast and their faces covered in wrinkles.

"Unexpectedly, this day still came for him. Let us mourn for this legendary warrior."

Everyone closed their eyes.

Li Ji felt terrible. He had only bought a tank, but somehow it had caused the death of a Soviet veteran.

Just as everyone was observing a moment of silence, they suddenly heard the roar of an engine.

"Are there any enemies?"

Li Ji looked around alertly and found no vehicles within his sight.

"There are enemies there!"

Ivanov suddenly jumped out of the tank, startling everyone.

It turned out that the snoring sound was coming from him.

Li Ji couldn't understand how the old man could still sleep so soundly after the tank had overturned.

-

Near the Wawulue mountain area.

On the vast, yellow wasteland, there are many small white square houses.

Black men dressed in white robes, wielding pitchforks, shovels, and hoes, engaged in a fierce standoff with guerrillas armed with guns.

Trucks loaded with supplies and robots carrying giant supply blocks were stuck in traffic.

The white-bearded Ababa excitedly talked to the residents, but all he got in return was spittle and chatter.

Aku stood by with his gun, but kept telling his companions, "Don't shoot. The boss said we can't shoot."

Ababa earnestly persuaded, "Trust us, we're here to protect everyone, let us into the mountains."

The villagers waved their farm tools: "Protect us? What can you use to protect us? With your old, weak, sick and disabled?" The villagers could see clearly that there was an old man with a white beard, no more than 10 healthy young men around him, and the rest were wounded with bandages, the oldest of whom was so thin that he looked like a piece of dung.

Even if these people lay down their weapons and the two sides engage in hand-to-hand combat, they might not be able to defeat our village.

Ababa said, "Our main force hasn't arrived yet. Once the main force arrives, they will be able to protect you!"

"Who would believe that? You just want to use us as human shields to block the rebels! They wouldn't normally come to this place, but if they do, they'll slaughter us all just to chase after you!"

The villagers were filled with righteous indignation, wielding their farm tools like a gun emplacement, forcing the guerrillas to retreat step by step.

Ababa's face scrunched up: "We won't harm you. We'll give you food and water!"

Upon hearing that there was food, the villagers immediately stopped clamoring.

Due to the civil war, road blockades and fighting prevented many supplies from being transported. In addition, the war and plague led to food shortages and water pollution in the village.

Everyone was only eating one meal a day and was already dizzy from hunger. As soon as they heard there was food, they immediately stopped objecting.

The leading chief, however, was very cautious. He raised his hoe and shouted, "Bring out the grain first."

Ababa quickly directed everyone to move the grain.

He looked at the strange-looking robot and felt a little uneasy, especially due to the uncanny valley effect.

"Could you get me some food?"

A flexible tube extended from the back of the strange robot, slowly reaching the giant resource block above its head, where it sucked up two one-ton blocks of Hive Man fermented liquid and compressed nutrient paste.

The robot placed two cubes in front of everyone.

The villagers looked at each other, bewildered, around the square.

"What is this?"

Ababa was momentarily speechless: "Anyway, it's just food."

"How do we eat it?"

Ababa fell silent.

They've never eaten this before. It looks square and blue all over. Doesn't it look a bit like candy?

"Just eat it."

The chieftain, wearing feathers on his head, stepped forward first, grabbed the cube, and bit down with all his might, his entire face contorting, all his skin and features crowding towards his teeth.

The chief suddenly released his grip, leaving not even a tooth mark on the thing.

"No way! This stuff is impossible to chew! We won't eat it. You're all liars, get out of here!"

"Why can't this be eaten? It's easy to chew. I'm over 70, and I can still bite it."

Ababa took a bite right away.

There was a "click" sound.

He pulled a broken, yellow tooth out of his mouth.

"Delicious, so delicious."

"Then have another bite."

"I'm full, I can't eat anymore."

The chief examined the spot where he had bitten him, but there wasn't a trace left.

Where did you eat?

Ababa confidently declared, "This stuff is incredibly filling. You only need to bite off a tiny bit to feel full. I'm already stuffed."

After saying that, he patted his protruding belly and let out a burp.

The villagers looked at each other, half believing and half doubting.

A young man volunteered to take a bite, but his face was almost deformed from biting, and it still didn't work.

Ababa scoffed from the side, "Young man, your teeth aren't up to par. You're no match for this old man."

Another young man went up to bite.

Shark Baby rode his motorcycle and saw it from afar: a group of black men were biting into food cubes.

He was dumbfounded.

The outer packaging of the food cubes was dropped from a height of 10000 meters without any damage. How do these earthlings have the confidence to bite it open?
He shook his head and sighed, "They're still cavemen after all; they don't even know to unpack food before eating it." (End of Chapter)