Primordial Expanse: I have the Strongest Talent!

Alex pointed to himself, indicating his lack of any valuables by his lack of any clothing and the absence of any weapons.

The alien was wearing some sort of clothing, so surely it was getting what Alex's was implying.

And just as he thought, the alien's expression — or lack thereof — did not change, but its tone grew sharper.

"Then, die!"

Alex readied himself for a tough fight, readying himself to block or dodge any incoming attacks with his life on the line.

But he felt a bit anticlimactic and relieved when he noticed how slow the alien was moving before his eyes.

'It's Ordinary class!'

Alex felt immensely relieved inwardly, but didn't let it show.

Instead, he stepped to the side, dodging the incoming blade with ease, and grappled onto the alien's elongated arm with a firm grip.

The alien did its best to try and escape from his grasp, but it couldn't no matter how hard it pried and pulled.

The blade it was holding dropped to the ground.

Its arm was firmly locked into position.

It seemed like the alien did have the ability to change expressions, as panic started to flood its face.

With its other arm, it started to speak into some sort of device, probably their own equivalent of a communicator.

"Emergency in airlock 2! Help me! Captain Yaron, please."

It shouted for help, but in its own language, so Alex couldn't understand a word it was saying.

Alex, realising how bad his situation had become, used his other hand to grab tightly onto the alien's neck and squeezed tightly.

Snap!

A bone-crushing sound echoed through the airlock shortly after, and the alien's desperate movements came to a stop immediately.

'So they have similar physiologies to humans, it seems.'

Other than the fact that they were taller, had blue skin and weird eyes, they were pretty similar to humans.

They had two arms and legs, one head, and their organs seemed to be placed in similar locations, which Alex had realised from the fact that it had died instantly when he snapped its neck.

'Both of the alien races humans have come across now are similar in physiology and are able to speak our language almost fluently after meeting us… Something feels off about this.'

The patterns started to increase once again in Alex's mind, but he wasn't able to make any sense of it yet. Instead, he turned his attention to the door, which was still open.

He didn't know if it would stay that way for long since the alien was still able to get a few words of help through the communicator, so Alex didn't waste any time and made his way out of there.

Even though the aliens already knew of his presence on the ship, and likely the fact that their alien comrade was already dead, Alex still maintained a stealthy approach.

He retracted his aura and minimised any unnecessary movements, hiding behind a wall right outside of the airlock's entrance.

He had no idea how many aliens were on this ship, nor how strong they were.

So he had to play this out cautiously.

'I just need to find an escape pod or something.'

His goal wasn't to take over the whole ship, as that would be unreasonable considering how little information he had on it or its occupants.

All he needed to do was get to an escape pod so he could make his way out of this region of space.

All of the human race's ships were equipped with at least one escape pod with warp functions, as well as sufficient navigatory abilities.

The alien's technology seemed to be near the same level as the human race's, so Alex was banking on their escape pods being the same too.

But he had to find out where they were first. And he was going to wait for more aliens to make their way over to the airlock before he made any moves to confirm that.

Minutes passed in tense silence, and Alex's presence was rewarded. He heard footsteps rapidly approaching, accompanied by the strange language that the aliens communicated in.

His spatial perception was limited on this ship for some reason, only being able to sense around 20 metres away from himself rather than the usual 200, so he only knew how many there were and where they were when they entered this range.

Peering his head around the corner, he saw three more aliens entering the airlock.

They were similarly tall and blue skinned, their glowing eyes scanning the area.

Alex waited until they were fully inside the airlock, and made his way over to what looked like the control panel to the side of the door.

'Thankfully they use symbols on the buttons rather than their language!'

Alex prayed a silent thankful prayer to any random god out there as he pressed the button that had an image of a door on it.

The door started to close at the same pace it opened earlier, this time unaccompanied by the hissing sound.

The aliens instantly flicked their heads around, and spotted Alex smiling at them from the doorway.

One of them lifted the weapon in its hand towards Alex, and to Alex's surprise, fired a beam of plasma.

He dodged out of the way, feeling surprised at the energy packed into that small attack.

'That was at least C tier mutant level strength!'

The plasma shot melted through a few walls behind Alex, luckily missing any walls that led to the outside of the ship.

The other two aliens, who wielded close range weapons, much like the first alien, tried to rush in towards Alex and attack.

But it was too late.

By the time they had neared the doorway, it had already fully closed with a Click! to their dismay.

They knew what was coming next.

Alex felt a sinister grin creep onto his face as he pressed another button on the panel, this one with a lot more warning labels attached.

'Bye bye suckers!'

And the outside airlock door opened, decompressing the airlock and shooting the three aliens outside into the void of space.