Everyone around was too afraid to even breathe.
They felt suffocated under the pressure.
Whether it was due to the icy cold environment or their fear, their muscles seemed to petrify, leaving their limbs immobile.
Fortunately, the silence didn't last long before the tall alien leader stepped forward and horizontally lifted a spiked folding spear in his hand—a moment when the surrounding survivors simultaneously felt a wave of despair, fearing that a confrontation was imminent…
However, they quickly realized that the spear in the alien's hand merely clicked and folded into a short spear. The alien tilted his head and straightforwardly extended the spear outward, signaling not an "attack," but rather a "gift."
"..."
"..."
"For, for me?"
The young man in the center of the crowd seemed momentarily stunned. Once he gathered his senses, he hesitantly raised his visibly trembling arm, clutching the short spear laboriously as he accepted the gift.
