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

In the Su Kingdom, inside a mountain cave.

Resistance leader Ababa sat alone at a table, a ray of sunlight streaming through a crevice in the rock above, illuminating his dusty white robe. The white-haired black man was deep in thought, looking at the map in his hand.

Outside the cave, the sounds of gunfire and screams of agony could be heard continuously.

During the Soviet Civil War, civilians were oppressed by both sides' warlords, and in many areas they had no choice but to arm themselves and form scattered resistance organizations.

Ababa wore a hand-drawn icon—a standing camel—on his arm; this was the symbol of their organization, the "Masalit Liberation Union."

A young Black man, covered in blood and limping, rushed in.

"Leader! The RSF is about to break in. I'll lead you to break out."

The elderly leader lowered his head slightly, his white eyelashes fluttering gently, and golden sunlight cast a halo around him.

He sighed.

“We don’t need the children. Those racist bastards have already blocked off the entire mountain area. We have nowhere to escape.”

The soldier wanted to persist, but the old man simply shook his head.

"Could you do me one last favor? I want to say a few words to my compatriots who are on the run. I hope you can buy me some time."

The soldier, limping, rushed to the battlefield without looking back.

The old man opened the phone, which was covered in cracks, and recorded a final video.

He seemed a little uneasy, but his tone was firm and powerful.

“I am Ababa, the leader of the Masalit Liberation Alliance. Because of the RSF’s systematic genocide against our people, we Masalit people have all been displaced and forced to leave our long-standing homeland.”

"Most of my compatriots fled overseas or ended up in refugee camps. I led a small group of people to stay behind. Because I firmly believe that our land still needs to be protected."

"But today, I regret to inform my fellow countrymen that we have failed."

"RSF is launching a fierce attack on our last stronghold, and our soldiers are falling."

“I am not a qualified leader. I haven’t been able to do anything for everyone in the past two years…”

Ababa's voice choked with emotion, but he forced himself to continue speaking.

"Although we failed, I believe this belief can be passed on. My compatriots, please remember the blood and tears of today. One day, we will take back our land!"

Ababa uploaded the video. He didn't know if there was a signal in this remote cave, but it was the last sound of these steadfast guardians.

If the perpetrators took the phone out of the country, perhaps the video will eventually see the light of day again.

The elderly Ababa stood up, his joints making a clicking sound.

He picked up the pistol from the table and walked resolutely outside.

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire outside subsided.

Everything was eerily quiet, except for an annoying buzzing sound.

A drone flew in through the cave, carrying a rifle.

Ababa's eyes flashed with malice as he pointed his gun at the drone.

Both sides opened fire almost simultaneously.

Suddenly, a loud rumble came from above, and the entire mountain trembled.

Several pieces of gravel fell and shot down the drone.

Ababa quickly crawled under the table.

He gripped the pistol nervously, his palms sweating, his heart pounding in his throat.

He didn't understand why those bastards at RSF would use artillery shells to blast the mountain if they were already using drones.
Could it be the government troops?
But there were no sounds of gunfire outside, so it didn't look like a battle between two armies.

He crawled out from under the table, where he found himself surrounded by rubble. Above him, a crack in the rock had opened into a huge hole, filling the entire cave with golden sunlight.

Sunlight shone on the pile of rubble, causing it to twitch slightly, and a flesh-colored hand reached out from within it.

Immediately afterwards, an Asian man emerged from the pile of stones, complaining in an unfamiliar language.

"What's going on? How did this mountain collapse? The school's spaceship positioning is becoming more and more unreliable."

Then a blonde, blue-eyed, busty woman emerged, saying in a somber tone, "An inauspicious start, it feels like a bad omen." Next, an Asian woman with short white hair, dressed in military tactical uniform, appeared and slapped away the hand extended by the Asian man.

"It just so happens that it landed in a relatively weak part of the mountain structure, at least there's no one here, meow."

The woman, whose body was still half-buried in the rubble, looked up and met Ababa's gaze.

She frowned, tilted her head, and said in an icy tone, "The school's spaceship is indeed no longer working, meow."

Ababa immediately raised his pistol, and then a childlike cry of "Shark Baby Impact!" could be heard.

A little black boy burst out of the rubble and flew towards him, stopping the gun barrel with a shout.

With a "crack," the pistol shattered.

The little boy was chewing on the gun barrel, sending metal shavings flying everywhere.

This battle-hardened veteran felt a deep-seated fear for the first time. He wanted to fight back, but his whole body felt stiff and he couldn't move at all.

"How scared did you guys make the old man?"

Li Ji stepped forward, helped the old man up, and said in Arabic, "Old man, we mean you no harm. Who are you?"

The old man didn't speak, his eyes fixed on Shark Baby.

Li Ji repeated it in English.

The other party still didn't respond.

Delulu crawled out from under the pile of stones: "He must have been subjected to such intense stimulation that he completely lost his mind. Shark, don't be so reckless next time, meow."

"Okay. May I have another bite?"

"It's best not to meow."

"Ah woo~"

Shark Baby took Ababa's hand into its mouth and sucked out the remaining half of the pistol.

Li Ji then switched languages, beginning to communicate with the other party using the indigenous languages ​​of various ethnic groups in the Su Kingdom.

Beja: "Baba, nihin amharu tai. Inti mannu?"

The old man still didn't react.

Delulu walked to the table: "Actually, you can determine the language by looking at the characters he uses, meow."

"I'm still not used to your 'ice queen' persona."

"You'll get used to it eventually, meow."

Delulu's heart was pounding. A beauty? They say I'm a beauty, meow! Sure enough, my beauty is truly radiant, meow! Not showing any emotion, that's the proper demeanor of an ice queen. I'm starting to love this bracelet, meow.

Li Ji asked, "So what language is it?"

Dailulu glanced down at the documents on the table; they were all written in Arabic.

"You should keep trying, meow."

Li Ji switched to another language.

"Baba, ni mn km li. Ini manu?"

A glint of light flashed in Ababa's cloudy eyes, and he suddenly stood up.

"You speak Masalit?"

Li Ji smiled at Dai Lulu: "Exhaustive search is still the most effective method."

He turned his head and said, "That's right. Who are you?"

The old man did not answer his question.

Looking at the four people bathed in golden sunlight, Ababa recalled the scene from his childhood when he went with his father to watch a service at the English church.

Ababa suddenly hugged Li Ji's leg: "You are the Lord's angels, aren't you?"

"Huh?" (End of Chapter)