"I've been on Pangu Continent for so long, yet I don't even have a proper formal outfit?" This was Jin Bote's first thought.
Look at them—glowing all over!
This surreal scene struck a chord deep within him.
By comparison, his carbon nanometer protective suit seemed like the shabby attire of a primitive native, stirring an inexplicable sense of humiliation.
"Even on a cultural level, I'm outclassed."
His second thought: "Forget it. The ancient remnants of the Strangers have a more refined culture—it's perfectly normal! This Human 18th Civilization isn't an original civilization anyway; it grew by clinging to the powerful. What's the point of comparing ourselves to them?"
His third thought: "Could it be that this Conch Princess possesses extraordinary combat abilities? Damned premonition ability of mine—is it urging me to seek help? No, that's impossible! Internal matters of my civilization—how could I possibly turn to another race?"