I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 239 The Power of the Gods (Long Chapter!)

"What exactly are you talking about? Explain yourself!"

Quill stared intently at Ye Feng, relentlessly pressing for answers.

The dim lighting in the spaceship's cockpit cast flickering shadows on his face, making his expression appear even more anxious.

Ye Feng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned to face the star map and tapped it lightly with his finger: "Xandar. Let's go there."

""

"Wait, this is my spaceship!"

"You suddenly jumped on my boat, spouted a bunch of nonsensical nonsense, and now you want to tell me where to go? You at least owe me an explanation!"

Quill's voice rose an octave, his expression almost contorted.

Ye Feng slowly turned around, his gaze landing squarely on Quill's face: "And you? Have you ever clearly explained to yourself—about who your father really is?"

The cabin suddenly fell silent.

Rocket Raccoon stopped fiddling with his explosive device, Groot looked up from the game console, and even Gamora, who had been leaning against the hatch, straightened up.

"Father?"

"Where did I get a father? As far back as I can remember, there was only my mother and—later, only myself."

Quill seemed to have heard something absurd.

Something in his voice made Gamora frown.

That was the confusion and pain she rarely heard from Quill.

"Don't you find it strange?"

"Of all the children on Earth, why did Yondu choose you? Just an ordinary human child."

"Because of this mission, he lived a life of obscurity, and was even removed from the roster of raiders. Aren't you curious?"

Ye Feng took two steps forward, and the floor of the spaceship creaked slightly with each step.

Quill opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

This question had been buried in his heart for many years, but he had never truly faced it.

He kept telling himself that Yondu was a bastard human trafficker who had just randomly chosen him for no reason.

But now—

"etc."

"You mean—Quill's father is a god?"

Gamora suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a sense of sudden realization and wariness.

She has wandered the universe for decades, and as Thanos's adopted daughter, she has witnessed far more than ordinary people can imagine.

The Divine Kingdom, the Elder of the Universe—she had even witnessed Thanos's disheveled return after the war of the Nine Realms.

In the war of the Nine Realms, all five Obsidian Generals were wiped out. If it weren't for her other mission, she might have died in the Nine Realms as well.

Gamora remembered Thanos's expression when he returned to the warship.

"You'd better die in the Nine Realms."

Gamora once cursed this in her heart.

She touched the dagger hidden at her waist, remembering the secret that only she knew.

The secret of the Soul Stone's whereabouts.

Thanos was searching for her, and she could sense that his pursuers were getting closer and closer.

Ye Feng nodded: "More or less. If we're just talking about rank, Quill's father is half a level higher than most gods today."

"Strictly speaking, he is an unborn creator, a half-finished god."

"For millions of years, he has been searching for a way to remedy his inherent flaws. Procreation is one of them. But divine power is not something any living being can withstand."

"He mated with the lives of countless races, giving birth to tens of thousands of offspring. You are the only one who survived and truly inherited his divine potential."

Ye Feng's gaze swept over Quill, his eyes as if he were assessing an item.

Quill was stunned.

He gripped the back of the driver's seat, his fingers unconsciously clenching until his knuckles turned white.

"You mean—"

My father is ————

He swallowed with difficulty.

"Living Planet Ego"

"A member of the Council of Elders of the Universe, a being of the level of a Celestial Father. Even Thanos would have to give him a wide berth."

Gamora finished saying the name for him, her voice filled with disbelief.

She looked Quill up and down, and couldn't understand how this man who listened to old songs and danced all day could be the offspring of that kind of being.

Rocket Raccoon whistled: "Wow, Star-Lord!"

"So why are you still so...ordinary?"

"What I mean is, I can fight any kind of fight you can fight, and I can drive any kind of boat you can drive, except that your taste in music is truly exceptionally bad."

He made an exaggerated gesture.

"His divine power has not been activated."

"Like a seed that hasn't yet sprouted."

"So he is currently just an ordinary human being, or rather, an ordinary mixed-race person."

Ye Feng explained.

"But this isn't a good thing either."

"His divine power originates from Ego. This means that if Ego dies, his power will disappear; if Ego lives, he can fully control the divine power within him and turn him into a tool to achieve his ambitions."

Ye Feng changed the subject.

"There is only one way to escape this fate: turn around and devour Igor."

"But with Quill's current strength, this is tantamount to an ant trying to swallow a planet."

Ye Feng paused for a moment, letting his words linger in the air.

Gamora understood.

This is a dead end.

Quill's power originates from the other party, so how could it possibly turn against its master?

"What you said before?"

"What does it mean that we'll die if we arrive early??"

The rocket jumped onto the control panel, its fluffy tail wagging restlessly.

"Black Death Sword".

"An ancient artifact specifically designed for gods."

"The battlefield ruins you saw earlier are its masterpiece. That thing can devour everything of a god—divine power, divine essence, even existence itself."

"If Quill had been there, he would be dead by now."

When Ye Feng uttered that name, the temperature inside the spaceship seemed to drop a few degrees.

Quill felt a chill creep up his spine.

He suddenly realized with absolute clarity that he had stepped into a completely unfamiliar world, a world full of dangers he could not comprehend.

"What exactly is Igor trying to do?"

"Can Quill alone help him evolve into his complete form?"

Drax's voice came from the corner; he had been listening silently until now.

"For a half-finished god to complete itself, the amount of life-bearing planetary essence it needs to devour far exceeds your imagination."

"Hundreds or thousands? That's just the beginning. It might require the life force of tens of thousands of planets."

"Even a Godfather-level being like Ego couldn't do this on his own. So he needs a secondary energy source, a source of divine power that can resonate with him."

"Quail is the perfect battery."

Ye Feng said.

He glanced around at everyone in the cabin, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Honestly, your team is quite interesting."

"To be targeted by a god, Thanos, and the supreme evolution at the same time, yet still be able to travel freely in the universe, is a miracle in itself."

"Who exactly are you?"

Gamora's hands were already on her weapon, and her body was in a fighting stance.

She didn't believe in coincidences, and she certainly didn't believe that gods would help them for no reason.

"Ye Feng. Just a passing new god."

Gamora's pupils contracted sharply.

"You're the one who—killed Surtur—"

Her voice involuntarily lowered.

The atmosphere in the cockpit instantly became tense.

Groot stood up, Rocket's claws were on the trigger, and even Drax gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Relax."

"If I wanted to harm you, you wouldn't be standing here now."

"As I said, I'm only interested in Quill's case. A repressed demigod, a living tragedy."

Ye Feng raised his hand and made a reassuring gesture.

His gaze returned to Quill: "And if you want revenge for your mother, I might be able to help you."

""

Quill looked up abruptly: "What do you mean?"

A terrible hypothesis took shape in his mind, but he refused to believe it.

"The tumor in your mother's brain."

"It was implanted by your father."

"He couldn't tolerate his own feelings interfering with his plans, nor could he risk letting her reveal his secrets. So, after she completed her mission, he eliminated her."

Ye Feng's voice was calm yet cruel.

Quill's world stood still at that moment.

His memory of his mother's face, her gaunt figure lying in the hospital bed, and her last words as she held his hand: "Hold my hand, Peter."

—All the images are spinning, shattering, and then reassembling into a terrifying truth.

"He killed her."

"That bastard—killed her—"

Quill's voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own.

"Quill, calm down!"

Gamora tried to step forward, but Ye Feng stopped her by raising his hand.

"How will you help me?"

Why should I believe you?

Quill looked up, his eyes burning with something fiery and dangerous.

"Become my follower, practice my power system, and activate the dormant divine power within you."

"This is the seed of a microcosm. Merge with it, and you will be able to embark on a path different from the one given by Igor. A path that will grant you the power to resist."

Ye Feng stretched out his hand, and a dazzling light shone from his fingertips, condensing into a seed that seemed to contain the starry sky.

"Quill, no!"

"There are very few trustworthy deities in the universe! They all have their own motives!"

Gamora shouted angrily.

Ye Feng smiled, offering no rebuttal, but simply extending the seed forward: "Here, take the seed. Whether to fuse with it, and when to fuse with it, is entirely up to you. I won't force anyone."

Quill stared at the point of light, his eyes swirling with emotion.

Anger, pain, confusion —

Through Ye Feng and Gamora's descriptions, he had a general idea of ​​what his father's portrait looked like.

That was a super-strong individual who stood at the very top of the universe.

He was simply unable to complete his revenge on his own, relying solely on his own power that was not yet activated and was limited by Ego's divine power.

After a long silence, he reached out and took the seed.

The light flickered in his palm, then faded away, as if it had melted into his skin.

"I will verify everything you said."

Quill's voice returned to calm, but beneath that calm, undercurrents surged.

"You won't."

"See you on Xandar. By the way, you're being watched by three pairs of eyes. You'd better be careful while you sail."

Ye Feng turned and walked towards the cabin door.

The hatch opened and closed, and Ye Feng's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Gamora immediately rushed to the control panel and brought up the external monitoring, but there was nothing on the screen.

Ye Feng acted as if he had never appeared.

"How did that guy get away?!"

"There are no records, and no abnormal life signs —"

The rocket is checking its safety systems.

"He is a god, a rocket."

"They don't need to conform to our logic when they do things."

"Gamora said wearily."

She looked at Quill, who was still staring at his palm, as if he could see the light of the seed beneath his skin.

"What are you planning to do?"

Gamora asked.

Quill looked up, her eyes filled with a determination she had never seen before: "Find out the truth first. About my father, about my mother—"

Everything.

Groot walked over to him and gently patted him on the shoulder: "I'm Groot (I support you)."

Rocket sighed and jumped back into the cockpit: "Well, looks like we need to update our schedule."

"Xandar, and then what? Go find your planetary father and demand an explanation?"

"Gather information first."

Gamora said, "I know a few places where I can find information about Igor. However—"

"If what Ye Feng said is true, then Igor might already be looking for you. Yondu didn't hand you over, which violated their agreement."

She hesitated for a moment.

Quill recalled Yondu's face, which always wore a mocking smile.

The predator who claimed to have kidnapped him, the bastard guardian who was sometimes good and sometimes bad during his childhood.

He had always thought Yondu only kept him around to make him a thief, but now that he thought about it—

"Yondu knows."

"He always knew who my father was and what I meant to him. That's why he didn't hand me over."

Quill said in a low voice.

The impact of this realization was almost as great as learning that his father was the murderer.

Just as the spaceship changed course and jumped towards Xandar, three pairs of eyes in three different corners of the universe were watching their trajectory.

Dark Quadrant, Thanos's flagship, the Sanctuary.

Thanos sat on his throne, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

The giant star map on the bridge was flashing, with one of the points of light moving regularly.

Has Gamora's location been confirmed?

Thanos's voice was deep and steady, but those familiar with him could hear the urgency beneath the calm.

Nebula stood beside him, her mechanical eyes flashing blue: "Locked on."

"She and her small group are currently on their way to Xandar."

"A small group? ————"

"Is that the team that clashed with Ronan on Chaidamu?"

A thoughtful look flashed in Thanos's eyes.

"Yes. The leader is an Earthling who calls himself Star-Lord, and the other members include a cyborg, a tree-like creature, Drax the Destroyer, a woman—and Gamora."

Thanos slowly stood up and walked to the star map.

His shadow covered half of the bridge.

"Bring her back alive. I need her—the information in her head."

Nebula lowered his head: "Understood, Father."

She turned and left the bridge, her mechanical limbs making rhythmic sounds on the metal floor.

As she turned the corner of the corridor, a complex expression appeared on her face.

The core of a living planet.

The human form manifested by Igor is standing on a platform composed of a luminescent neural network.

Hundreds of holographic images floated in front of him, each one a child's face.

"Another failure—"

He waved away a dim image and sighed.

Millions of years of searching.

Millions of years of disappointment.

Until his consciousness caught that familiar signal.

Faint, but pure.

That was his bloodline, a descendant who had successfully inherited divine power.

Yondu————

"You actually hid one."

Igor's eyes narrowed.

He sensed the child moving, traversing the sea of ​​stars, heading in a certain direction.

More importantly, he could feel the pulse of divine power within the child's body; though faint, it was incredibly real.

"finally----"

"I can finally complete my evolution."

A smile crept onto Igor's lips.

The neural network began to glow, and the entire surface of the planet trembled slightly.

The mountains rearranged themselves, and the ocean changed its course—this was Igor's natural reaction to excitement.

"Looks like I'll have to personally take my son home."

Ego's living planet set off in search of Quill's location.

The laboratory of supreme evolution.

Deep within a galaxy isolated by a force field, a space station the size of a planet floats amidst a nebula.

This is the realm of supreme evolution, a forbidden place where biology and theology intertwine.

In the center of the laboratory, Supreme Evolution is watching a battle video.

In the video, Rocket Raccoon is battling a group of automated guards. Its movements are unnaturally agile, and its tactical thinking is almost perfect.

"Perfect—too perfect—"

The Supreme Evolution murmured to itself, its fingers gently brushing across the screen, as if it could touch that creation through the images.

He was the creator of the rocket, but he never imagined that this experimental device, originally created to test the limits of intelligence, would escape the laboratory, let alone evolve to this extent.

"Adaptability, learning ability, and even—emotions."

"This is the breakthrough I've been looking for. If I could analyze its evolutionary trajectory and understand how it transcends design limits—"

A fanatical light gleamed in the eyes of the Supreme Evolution.

He pulled up another file containing information on all the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

He raised an eyebrow when he saw Gamora's name.

"Thanos's adopted daughter — interesting. This group is getting more and more interesting."

He closed the file and turned to walk deeper into the laboratory.

There floated thousands of life support pods, each containing a creature of various shapes and sizes.

His works, his failures, his experimental materials.

"It's time to reclaim my masterpiece."

"By the way—let's see how many more surprises this group can bring me."

"Supreme Evolution said softly."

Inside the Milano spaceship, Quill stood in front of the observation window, looking at the dazzling warp drive outside.

He opened his palm, and the seed of the microcosm reappeared, emitting a soft light in the darkness.

"What are you thinking about?"

Gamora's voice came from behind.

Quill didn't turn around: "I miss my mother. I wonder what she would say if she knew all this."

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"She'll make you careful."

"My father—Thanos—taught me one thing: the more powerful beings in the universe, the more dangerous their games are."

"We are now entering a game of chess that may be beyond our imagination."

Gamora walked up to him.

Quill clenched his fist, light shining through his fingers: "Then I should at least be a pawn, not a point on the chessboard to be manipulated."

He turned to Gamora: "How much of what Ye Feng said do you believe?"

Gamora paused for a moment, then said, "I believe what you said about Ego."

"That information matches what I know. Regarding your mother's death—it also makes logical sense."

"The way gods view mortals is different from how we see them. To them, we might be like ants."

"Then what was his motive for helping me? Would a god help a demigod for no reason?"

"Won't."

"He must have a purpose. Maybe he wants to use you to fight against Ego, maybe he wants to experiment with his power system, or maybe it's a more complex plan. But—"

Gamora said it bluntly.

She looked into Quill's eyes: "But sometimes, you have to make a deal with the devil."

"Especially when you have no other choice."

Quill nodded and looked out the window again.

The light from the jump channel shimmered in his eyes, reflecting a nascent determination.

"Then let's figure out the details of the transaction first."

"Go to Xandar and uncover the whole truth. Then—"

He said.

He didn't finish speaking, but Gamora understood what he meant.

Then, the decision is made: to become a pawn or to overturn the chessboard.

The spaceship continued forward, heading towards the unknown truth, towards the point where the gazes of three powerful beings converged.

At the heart of all this is a man who has just learned about his origins, and the seed of God in his hand that could change everything.