Chapter 2

The little guy ignored the shouting Lin Youde, bent down to pick up the hard drive that had fallen to the ground, and once again put it in his mouth, crunching it.

At this moment, Lin Youde suddenly recalled the news he had seen while waiting for Xia Yongzhi earlier: This morning, the orbital monitoring station detected a 12th-level psychic reaction.

If it wasn't a false alarm, everything would make sense. The little girl in front of him was an alien who had invaded New Zhengzhou, and she was a 12th-level psychic alien, capable of single-handedly taking on a platoon of Hell's Angels. A platoon of Hell's Angels could easily suppress the entire New Zhengzhou colony, which meant that without the intervention of the UN Space Army, New Zhengzhou would definitely fall to this seemingly harmless little girl...

Lin Youde swallowed hard.

The little girl obviously noticed his action and asked, "Do you want to eat this too?"

"No, we humans don't eat hard drives."

"Huh, you have one-fifth of your body composition similar to this thing, yet you don't eat it..."

Indeed, the inorganic high polymer materials used to make hard drives and nanomachines are of the same type, with similar elemental compositions, as taught in the comprehensive course.

"Why... why do you eat hard drives?" Lin Youde finally managed to ask after a long pause.

"I am reading your knowledge and supplementing the mass lost during long-distance travel."

"Mass lost during long-distance travel?" Lin Youde couldn't help but frown, thinking she meant she had lost weight during her journey.

But the little girl's next words shocked him: "To be precise, it's the mass lost during the mass-energy conversion. Do you understand? I convert my own mass into energy..."

"I get it, we humans are at least a B-level civilization, and we understand E=MC^2." Lin Youde tried to maintain human dignity but was still startled by the little girl's words—she could perform mass-energy conversion, converting mass into energy. The mass-energy conversion reactors on human spaceships occupied thousands of cubic meters, yet this little girl, who was barely 1.4 meters tall, could directly perform mass-energy conversion? She was either bluffing or...

She was from a super-civilization.

A super-civilization refers to a civilization that surpasses the current top-ranked Hyton civilization in the Galactic Council. The Hyton civilization, relative to the age of the galaxy, is still a mere speck. Theoretically, more advanced civilizations that predate the Hyton civilization exist, but no evidence of any super-civilization has been found so far.

"You..." Since the little girl didn't seem hostile, Lin Youde gathered his courage to ask, "Are you from a super-civilization? Do you know what a super-civilization is?"

The little girl, busy chewing the hard drive, answered with gestures: she first shook her head, then nodded.

"What does that mean?"

"What do you mean by that?" The little girl tilted her head in surprise.

"You shook your head and then nodded, what does that mean?"

"Oh, didn't you ask two questions?"

"So the initial shake was for the first question, and the nod was for the second?"

This time, the little alien just nodded.

"You're not from a super-civilization, then what race are you?"

"I am just me."

Lin Youde wanted to bang his head against the wall. Communicating with aliens was truly difficult. At 18, he had never experienced cultural barriers before.

But, thinking calmly, this little girl couldn't be from any known race in the Galactic Council. No known galactic race could directly consume inorganic high polymer materials or perform mass-energy conversion. If such a race existed, they would be the rulers of the galaxy, not the Hytons.

"You must be from a super-civilization, you're lying to me."

"I am not from a super-civilization, I am the super-civilization." The little girl swallowed the last piece of the hard drive and answered Lin Youde seriously.

Lin Youde looked at her suspiciously, but she clearly didn't intend to explain further. Instead, she asked Lin Youde, "Do you have any food from your race? Eating machines doesn't seem to match my current appearance."

You just realized that, Miss?

Lin Youde, while inwardly mocking the little girl, took out some snacks he had hidden in the cabinet—hiding these snacks had taken a lot of effort.

The little girl took the snacks and bit into the packaging along with the contents.

"Your food has a strange texture and composition."

"No, we peel off the plastic wrapping before eating."

The little girl froze, staring at Lin Youde. After a moment, she quickly peeled off the packaging and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing and saying, "Actually, the plastic tastes pretty good. You humans should be more open to new things."

Lin Youde facepalmed—this thing looked smart but was actually a fool.

At this moment, the little girl began to examine the food after peeling off the packaging.

"That's called a mooncake," Lin Youde said. "It's a traditional snack of the Han people from the pre-astronautic era. By the way, I am Han, and most people in this colony are Han."

The little girl didn't respond, but bit into the mooncake. Her eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh, this is amazing! I've traveled for millions of years and encountered countless civilizations, but this is the first time I've tasted something so wonderful!"

"Thank you, in the galactic trade system, one of the key products humans offer is our food," Lin Youde replied, feeling a bit proud.

The little girl, however, was already too engrossed to respond. She quickly finished the mooncake and opened another one, sniffing the scent of the pastry and looking like she wanted to stuff it into her already full mouth.

Lin Youde watched the little girl devour the food, and his last bit of awe disappeared—she was just a gluttonous fool. He asked more casually, "When you said you are the super-civilization, did you mean you are the last surviving member of the super-civilization?"

That was the first answer that came to Lin Youde's mind.

The little girl shook her head.

"Then, did your civilization complete a consciousness fusion, where everyone shares a unified will?"

The little girl continued to shake her head.

Lin Youde was at a loss. He thought for a long time but couldn't come up with any other possibilities. Then the little girl said, "I am the entire civilization. Your human language is too primitive to express it more accurately. However, it doesn't matter, does it? Whether I am the last survivor of the super-civilization or a representative after consciousness fusion, it makes no difference to you, right?"

Lin Youde thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes."

"Then let's talk about something truly important," the little girl said with a condescending tone.

Lin Youde organized his thoughts and asked again, "What exactly are you here to do? I mean, what do you need me to do for you?"

"Civilizations need to develop and evolve, and to evolve, they need to absorb elements from other civilizations. So I travel, find interesting civilizations, and become part of them, absorbing their culture and ideas." The little girl pointed at Lin Youde's nose, "Now I find you very interesting!"

Lin Youde, seeing the red bean paste on her lips, couldn't help but say, "You mean you find our dietary culture interesting?"

"Yep, everything is interesting!" the little girl admitted without hesitation.

"So you plan to integrate into our society and experience life as one of us?"

"Exactly. Based on my past experiences, to integrate into a new civilization, there are two key points: first, don't show your strength, and second, find a helper in the new civilization. Do you want to help me?"

Lin Youde was taken aback and blurted out, "With my capabilities, how can I help you?"

He was just an ordinary high school student, an orphan living with his aunt and uncle. Helping a visitor from a super-civilization integrate into human society was too difficult for him.

But the little girl didn't think so. She explained, "When I was eating the hard drive, I found out about something called 'mechanical maids' in your world, which can appear beside someone without arousing suspicion. So I shaped my body to look like the latest model of a mechanical maid... which seems to have been detected by your monitoring system..."

So that 12th-level psychic reaction news was about this!

"Then, as long as you keep me with you, it will be fine! How simple! I will accompany you as a mechanical maid and smoothly experience your human culture! Ahahaha."

Lin Youde sighed.

"First, all mechanical maids are registered..."

"I am, don't believe me? Scan me with your wristband." The little girl lifted her shirt to reveal a QR code on her stomach.

Lin Youde scanned it and found that it was a real QR code, registered in the colony management bureau's robot database. Not only that, the purchase record also appeared, and the buyer was—Lin Youde's uncle.

"Damn!" Lin Youde stared at the little girl, "You used my uncle's credit account?"

"It's not expensive, it didn't cost much. Just pout a bit to your uncle."

"You idiot!" Lin Youde was almost driven mad, "They've already kicked me into this small, shabby house. If they find out my uncle's credit account was misused, I'll be beaten to death!"

At that moment, Lin Youde's uncle's thunderous roar came from outside the house: "Brat, get out here!"

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