The Iron Blood spaceship and Tony’s silicon-based lifeform vessel soon flew over upon receiving the message.
Two large families, a total of ten people, plus two black cats.
Among them were Tony’s symbiote guards, about ten or so individuals, all elites among the first-generation symbiotes.
Except for Lin Feng, everyone else was experiencing such a sight for the first time!
Completely unlike the beaches of Blue Star, the beaches here were boundless, and the sky was an almost cloudless azure.
The ocean was exceptionally calm, and the horizon glowed with a soft light.
Looking up, one could even see the silhouette of a massive planet.
Everyone was mesmerized by the scene before them.
Immediately, some took photos, others waded in the water.
Lin Jili, Martina, and little Morgan, meanwhile, embarked on their essential beach ritual: collecting seashells.
Shells of various colors, even iridescent ones, or massive transparent shells, were diverse and beautiful, making them irresistible.
The planet’s native inhabitants, likely encountering so many guests for the first time, seemed somewhat excited.
The tribal maiden soon joined the seashell collecting throng, and the children began to play together.
They were all children, and though Martina was older and the tribal maiden taller, it didn't hinder their desire to play.
The reason they could play together was thanks to Lin Jili.
As the Cosmic Cube, she had no language barriers; she directly set up a telepathic group chat, and everyone chatted and played happily together.
The women, along with the elders, strolled along the beach, taking numerous photos.
Lin Feng and Tony kept it simple. They politely declined the natives’ offer to help with the cooking and squatted nearby, tending to the giant lobster Tony had caught, which was now being roasted.
This single lobster was likely enough to feed their dozen-plus people.
The natives didn't mind and then busied themselves with two thorny shelled crabs.
Although these creatures were treasures from head to tail, their shells were incredibly hard. Lin Feng had helped them crack them open.
Otherwise, with their current tools, it would have taken them half a day just to break them open.
Tony watched the natives, his mouth twitching.
Lin Feng, with a hint of confusion, added a log to the fire.
"Why are you twitching?"
"It's nothing," Tony replied, not only twitching but also shivering.
"That drink had too much of a kick; I still haven't recovered," Tony said with lingering fear.
He felt a bit more at ease smelling the aroma of the roasted lobster.
"I say, how did they make that? The same ingredients, yet they managed to create an anti-human taste?"
Lin Feng pursed his lips and flipped the lobster.
"Who knows? In any case, I won't eat it a second time."
"As long as you clearly express your refusal, they won't force you!"
"Besides, they understand that tastes differ. If you try something and dislike it, it won't affect your friendship."
Speaking of which, one had to commend the extraterrestrial friends for their reasonableness.
Tony nodded in agreement.
Indeed, after he stated his dislike for such beverages, the natives even apologized.
"Hey, need a hand, gentlemen?"
As they were chatting, Pepper and Susan walked over, with Wanda following behind.
Wanda was carrying some seafood.
"A gift from our friends here," Susan explained.
As a foodie, the moment this plate of seafood was handed to Susan, she considered them friends.
Lin Feng and Tony exchanged a look and promptly stood up, relinquishing their roles as chefs.
When it came to cooking, the two of them weren't exactly competent.
"Lin, shall we take a walk over there?" Tony gestured towards the sea.
"Go ahead, go ahead. This should take about half an hour to roast. Remember to be back on time for dinner!" Susan and Pepper said after taking over the giant lobster.
By the sea, Lin Jili, Martina, and the tribal maiden seemed to have collected enough shells and were now riding the black cats, wandering and playing in the shallow water.
Lin Feng glanced over and saw the tribal maiden having a great time, her smile never ceasing.
Perhaps due to her status, she rarely had playmates her own age.
Although these beings were inherently kind, there was still a sense of hierarchy.
It was like an ordinary person facing a princess.
"Lin Feng, do you know if there are any mineral resources on this planet?"
Lin Feng was watching when Tony, standing beside him, spoke.
"When I was catching that thorny shelled crab, I took a look at the seabed."
"There are at least two types of metals here that we haven't encountered before, and the Starfolk don't have them either."
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
"You were analyzing mineral resources too?"
Tony, pulling a blade of grass from somewhere and chewing on it, looked quite nonchalant.
Hearing Lin Feng, he glanced at him and retorted, "Is there a problem?"
Lin Feng stopped himself from scolding him.
"No, it's just… did you even read the guide I gave you at all…"
Tony looked puzzled and tapped his ear. "Jarvis, does the guide mention anything about this?"
"Sir, Mr. Lin Feng did note that this planet has an indigenous power."
"Collection of mineral and environmental data is prohibited. You may stay, but the duration must not exceed 168 hours…"
Tony: "…Why didn't you remind me just now?"
"Sir, you interrupted me and said something about not droning on about data collection…"
Jarvis's voice sounded a bit wronged, but Lin Feng detected a hint of schadenfreude in it.
"Cough cough…"
"Alright, so now that I have collected data, what are the consequences?"
Lin Feng was squatting on the beach, drawing something.
Hearing Tony’s question, he looked up at the sky.
"I imagine the fleet of the indigenous power is already on its way…"
Tony was stunned.
"That serious? I just collected some data!"
Lin Feng scoffed.
"If it were your backyard, would you agree to someone digging a hole with a shovel?"
"That analogy…"
"Alright, for little Morgan’s sake, you handle this!" Tony said without hesitation, patting Lin Feng on the shoulder and passing the responsibility.
"Not my problem!"
Lin Feng rolled his eyes, too lazy to bother with him.
This old fellow seemed to be uncomfortable if he didn't stir up some trouble every day.
However, neither of them paid too much attention to it. If someone really showed up, they would apologize. If that didn't work, they'd offer a couple of lobsters as compensation.
Such matters could be minor or major, depending on how the other party handled it.
If some fool decided to start a fight, Tony felt they were simply in too much of a hurry to die.
As they were talking, the native leader from earlier suddenly ran over, looking flustered.
"Something’s wrong, my friends!"
Lin Feng, who was drawing a cat on the sand, threw down his twig and asked, "What is it?"
"Your family, along with the tribal maiden, have sunk to the bottom of the sea!"
Lin Feng: "???"