Parasite Cultivation: Beginning with a Shipwreck

"Remember, soldier," the white-haired old man said, pressing a hand against Lin Mo's shoulder with enough force to nearly crush his collarbone. "Those things look human, talk like humans, and might even think they're human. But they're not. They're hives of insects, a plague that's devoured half the galaxy. Don't show them mercy. Don't hesitate. Don't treat them as one of us."