System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 608 - 296: "Is this reasonable?" (Request for monthly tickets)_2
More like a gesture of goodwill.
But if it’s a gesture of goodwill, why hasn’t he received any communication from the other party?
They said nothing, just kept approaching.
Perhaps...
Perhaps there’s a chance to survive, does the other party seem to have friendly intentions?
In the universe.
When a train approaches slowly without activating the Energy Shield, it’s the ultimate gesture of goodwill, bar none.
The other party clearly has high defense and attack energy range, but didn’t ambush or activate their Energy Shields, clearly wanting friendly communication.
He hesitated for a moment before speaking deeply.
"All trains, deactivate the Energy Shields!"
The other Train Captains didn’t ask why, and deactivated the Energy Shields without a word.
...
"Hmm?"
Chen Mang sat in his chair and looked at the convoy ahead, which had suddenly turned off all their Energy Shields, and couldn’t help but smile: "It seems that people in the universe still prefer peace above all."
"Fighting and killing are bad, peace is better."
He instantly understood that the other side was misunderstanding.
But it was exactly what he wanted.
He initially wanted to communicate with other civilizations, and this was the first time the Fixed Star was interacting with other civilizations, enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
At this moment—
The Fixed Star train is very close to the convoy, with only less than a thousand meters distance.
He slowly stopped and saw a man dressed in something like a spacesuit coming out of the train, floating in space, flying towards him with the help of thrusters.
In no time, he flew to the compartment of the Fixed Star train.
He tapped the glass lightly.
He waved his hand, and soon the first layer of the train door opened, and the man flew inside.
Biaozi and others immediately surrounded him seriously, and after confirming that the man didn’t carry any weapons, they took him to the second level of the train compartment.
"Wagawaga, gaga, giga gigi."
This middle-aged man stood straight in the Fixed Star train compartment, looking at Chen Mang, with his hands clasped and said word by word, voice sonorous and powerful, neither humble nor arrogant.
But...
He couldn’t understand.
What kind of gibberish was he speaking?
"..."
Chen Mang leaned back in his chair, emotionless, looking at the middle-aged man standing in front of him, then tentatively glanced at Ai standing by the side. Seeing her shaking her head, he sighed softly.
What kind of bird language is this?
Don’t they speak Mandarin?
It seems promoting Mandarin has a long way to go.
"Can’t understand."
"Gagagaga."
"Can’t understand, forget it, take him down and execute him, extract their train’s AI database and see if there’s any useful information."
As the words fell.
The previously composed middle-aged man instantly looked anxious, pointing at a small mechanical device on his collar, gesturing wildly: "Haliga lu, lulu gaga!"
"Hmm?"
Chen Mang raised an eyebrow, his expression turning peculiar. Although he couldn’t understand what the man was saying, it seemed the man could understand him. The small mechanical device on his collar was... a translator?
"I don’t have this thing, bring some here from your train."
The middle-aged man nodded quickly, then turned to Biaozi beside him, indicating he needed guidance to return to the train and fetch a few translators.
...
Ten minutes later.
The middle-aged man stood in the train compartment again, looked seriously at Chen Mang and clasped his hands in greeting.
"Mysterious and honorable strong man, greetings, I come from the ’Kasha Civilization Federation,’ and I’m the president of a small trade association. May I know why you’ve stopped us?"
"Such a long sentence, saying ’aba aba’ a few times conveyed the entire meaning? Your civilization’s language is really concise."
Chen Mang played with the small mechanical toy in his hand, paused for a moment, then looked up at the middle-aged man and spoke softly.
"I inadvertently entered a random wormhole and arrived here. I’m unfamiliar with the situation in this area and wanted to ask you some questions."
He didn’t concoct any powerful background or divine-level civilization for himself.
After all, the information he was going to ask would be quite basic.
No point.
The middle-aged man visibly exhaled a sigh of relief: "Feel free to ask, and I won’t hide anything I know."
The other party was obviously not an Interstellar Pirate, so his chances of survival were now much higher. Moreover, he appeared to come from a peace-loving civilization.
"Please sit."
...
The tea party officially began.
Fang brought a table.
Chen Mang sat in front of the tea table, took a light sip of the warm tea in his hand, and then looked at the middle-aged man sitting opposite: "Do you have a name?"
"Qiu Yisao."
"Where did the surname come from?"
"From my ancestors."
"Why are you named Yisao?"
"My father meant that if you don’t sweep a room, how can you sweep the world; clean a room first, then sweep the world."
"How old is your esteemed father?"
"He died, along with the house which turned to rubble, on the site I went to clean up."
"Do you know the Insect Race Civilization?"
"Yes, they’re very powerful."
"Tell me how powerful you think they are."
"Although the Insect Race Civilization is only a level 2 civilization on the surface, their combat power even surpasses many level 3 civilizations. It’s just that due to some unknown issue within the Insect Race Civilization, they haven’t completed their civilization upgrade. Over the years, the Insect Race Civilization has destroyed hundreds of surrounding civilizations, including... the level 3 ’Mechanical Civilization.’"
When the middle-aged man mentioned the Insect Race Civilization, his body trembled slightly, and a trace of uncontrollable fear flashed in his eyes.
"The Insect Race Civilization is almost an invincible existence. Whoever has faced the Insect Race Civilization’s army will truly realize what despair means, sweeping through this region like locusts, unmatched."
