The Wittrum of the Marvel Universe

Suddenly I had a feeling.

It felt as if I had stumbled upon the largest flea market in the universe.

"It's really chaotic."

He casually walked into a store.

The boss is an alien with four arms.

They saw Leon come in.

He immediately broke into a warm smile.

"What would you like to see, sir?"

Leon shook his head.

"I'm not buying anything."

The boss's smile vanished instantly.

Leon walked out.

Continue strolling around.

A street.

Two streets.

Ten streets.

……

Half an hour later.

Leon stopped in his tracks.

He suddenly realized a very serious problem.

"and many more."

He looked up and around.

How big is this place exactly?

No one answered.

Before me still stretched an endless expanse of buildings.

Leon stood still.

There was a few seconds of silence.

"..."

He suddenly felt that he had made a wrong decision.

He knew Star-Lord would come.

I know Star-Lord is looking for a collector.

I knew the Cosmic Orb would appear here.

But the problem is—

The collectors' territory is simply too vast.

So much so that even knowing Star-Lord would definitely come.

It's also impossible to accurately determine which entrance he will appear from.

Not to mention.

A large number of spaceships come and go from here every day.

Leon couldn't possibly keep an eye on them all.

"never mind."

Leon sighed.

"Take your time looking."

Anyway, he's not in a hurry.

As long as Star-Lord appears.

He will have a chance.

At the same time.

Outside the planet.

A beam of light suddenly shone, causing a spatial shift.

A dilapidated spaceship burst out of the migration passage.

The ship was crooked and twisted.

Smoke was even coming out of the tail.

Inside the cockpit.

Star-Lord is shouting loudly.

"arrive!"

Rocket glanced outside.

"This is the collector's planet?"

"That's right."

Star-Lord was beaming with excitement.

"1.4 billion".

The rocket reminded:

"It's four billion."

Star-Lord corrects.

"right."

"Four billion."

He patted the steering wheel.

"We're rich!"

Gamora sat in the back.

But he didn't laugh.

She looked out the window.

Don't get too excited yet.

Star-Lord turned around.

"What?"

"This is collectors' territory."

Gamora said:

"He won't let you take four billion from him easily."

The rocket nodded.

"And I heard that the collector has some mental issues."

Star-Lord's furrowed brows.

"What are the problems?"

Rocket thought for a moment.

"I like to collect all sorts of strange things."

"Including living ones."

Star-Lord's smile slowly faded.

"..."

Gruth stretched out a branch.

"I am Groot."

Star-Lord looked at him.

"You also feel this isn't looking good?"

"I am Groot."

"it is good."

Star-Lord nodded.

"We have reached a consensus."

Drax, however, paid no attention to any of this.

He sat to one side.

Arms crossed over the chest.

There is only one goal in my eyes.

"Sell the Spirit Orb."

"Then we found Ronan."

Star-Lord nodded.

"That's right."

"This is the plan."

The spaceship slowly descended.

No one noticed.

Just after they entered the city.

They were just a few blocks away.

Leon was walking out of a store.

Two teams.

We brushed past each other.

They're just across the street.

But no one noticed anyone else.

Star-Lord and his crew quickly found an agency.

The other person looked at the cosmic orb on the table.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

"Are you sure you want to sell this?"

Star-Lord nodded.

"Of course."

"I want four billion."

The agent swallowed hard.

Do you know what it is?

Star-Lord shook his head.