Can Humans and the Inhuman Be Told Apart?

Countless alien races live in the fractured zone.

Countless humans live beyond it.

When the alien races kill humans, humanity grieves.

When humans kill the alien races, they grieve too.

Human life is certainly full of excitement.

Life among the alien races has its own unique flavor, too.

A gourmet arrives in this world, tofu pudding in hand and bursting-juice jelly at his waist, exploring the fractured zone.

“Well, since I’m here, I might as well lend a hand.”

“This puddle of milk tea tastes great.”

“This pile of congee has plenty of toppings.”

“...”

He snatches the lives of the alien races from Death’s grasp, only to put them in his own mouth.

His actions leave others puzzled, the aliens puzzled, and even himself puzzled.

The love and hate between him and humanity, and the love and hate between him and the alien races.

I can’t tell them apart, and I don’t want to.