In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Somewhere in an alien galaxy, a dark blue spaceship, converted from a civilian spaceship, is traveling upstream along the vast cosmos, undertaking an interstellar journey.

Inside the spacecraft's cockpit.

"Quail, you're a complete idiot."

A male raccoon, dressed in a specially designed suit, capable of walking upright and speaking human language, angrily slammed the energy cannon he was holding aside. "Why did we take this job?"

Rocket Raccoon glared at the round-faced, bearded middle-aged man in front of him.

Wearing a simple cotton top with a vintage burgundy leather jacket, dark cargo trousers, and worn-out leather boots, with two elemental pistols tucked into his slightly overweight waist—it was Star-Lord, Peter Quill.

An alien woman with bluish-green skin couldn't help but emphasize, "This isn't a place you should get involved in, Quill."

The greenish-blue alien woman, Gamora, subtly glanced at the mechanical door behind her, seemingly noticing the beautiful girl in the lounge behind it. "She is... she's his daughter."

Even as the daughter of the infamous cosmic tyrant Thanos, Gamora couldn't help but marvel at the girl's background.

Inside the spaceship's lounge at this moment.

A quiet and beautiful girl sat in a chair by the window. Her long, smooth, jet-black hair fell quietly to her waist, and her beautiful, deep violet eyes shimmered with a faint glow of cosmic energy.

Her long legs, clad in purple stockings, swayed slightly as she hummed a cheerful tune she had made up, her gaze falling on the window with a touch of innocent naiveté.

The purple off-shoulder tight-fitting combat dress concealed her not-so-small conscience, while the three-dimensional purple tall helmet revealed the identity of this special passenger—Ganata, the daughter of Galactus, one of the five great gods.

As Galactus's daughter, Galactus possesses all of Galactus's abilities, though they are relatively weaker compared to Galactus.

Therefore, Ganata could naturally hear the arguments of the others in the cockpit, but she simply didn't care.

Back in the driver's seat.

"I am Groot!"

Groot, worried that his friends would start fighting, anxiously tried to break them up.

"Don't worry about them, they'll be fine in a bit."

Drax, a burly, gray-skinned alien warrior covered in red markings, was still fiddling with his two short swords.

Star-Lord, of course, wouldn't fight Gamora... Raccoon is another story.

"Do you think I want this, Gamora?"

Star-Lord's face fell. "How could I refuse a request made by someone's father?"

They can only blame their bad luck for stumbling upon planet devourers while wandering aimlessly through the universe.

Although it's unclear why Galactus only asked them to help send his daughter to Earth after capturing them, Star-Lord didn't refuse for another reason: his own little selfish motive—he might as well go back to Earth and see.

"So what's so special about this Earth?"

Rocket Raccoon still couldn't understand why the mighty Galactus would want to send his daughter to some remote, unheard-of planet.

And why couldn't you deliver it yourself instead of asking someone else for help? Was something important holding you back?

"Uh... does smoked grilled meat count?"

Star-Lord didn't know anything special about Earth; he only vaguely remembered that the food from his hometown in Missouri was pretty good.

After all, Star-Lord was only eight years old when he left Earth, and now he's almost forty—meaning Superman wasn't even born when he left Earth.

"Rocket, are you sure you can avoid piloting the spaceship?"

Gamora was a little worried that they might crash into some ravine again and encounter some dangerous people.

"What can I do if I don't know the way?"

Rocket Raccoon shrugged. Since he didn't know the way anyway, he might as well use the coordinates given by Galactus to let the spaceship autopilot fly there.

"I am Groot! I am Groot!!"

Groot suddenly stood up from his seat, pointed out the window and shouted to his companions, as if he had discovered something.

"What's wrong, Groot?"

Drax leaned closer, puzzled, and exclaimed, "Wow!"

A gigantic warship loomed above their spaceship, followed by hundreds of warships from an unknown force. Rocket Raccoon couldn't contain his excitement, "It's huge! I want it!"

"Want your head, my foot!"

Star-Lord slapped Rocket Raccoon in an annoyed tone, "Get out of here!"

"I told you it wasn't a good idea to get involved in this mess."

Gamora stared at the enormous, unknown warship that seemed to blot out the sky, along with the numerous dangerous warships in formation. She instinctively gripped the dagger in her hand and pursed her lips.

Rocket Raccoon glared at Star-Lord, but knowing this wasn't the time for fooling around, he quickly ran back to the driver's seat, ready to show off his driving skills. "Get ready to eat my exhaust, you big oaf!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rocket Raccoon activated the space jump device, trying to shake off the group of warships behind him.

However, what no one noticed was that a special device inside the giant warship released an invisible time force field, seemingly trying to prevent them from leaving.

However, just as the time field was about to spread and engulf the Guardians of the Galaxy's ship, it was stopped by a purple cosmic energy—which allowed the ship to enter the space portal and escape from its original location.

However, the giant warship did not seem to intend to give up so easily, and led the group of warships behind it through space to catch up.

……

Earth.

Wayne and the others naturally couldn't possibly wait for JJJ in the same spot.

Harry even went so far as to help take JJJ's son, Colonel John, back to the observation deck.

When JJJ rushed back with the camera, the others were already gone—it looked like Peter was going to get a severe scolding from him again tomorrow.

Back to that giant cube-shaped building.

"With this happening, it looks like our plans for the next few days will have to be cancelled."

The Mediterranean professor couldn't help but sigh.

A visit to the Kennedy Space Center could not possibly be completed in one day; the original plan included several days of travel. However, as the person in charge, in addition to providing academic explanations for this event, he also had to assume the school's safety responsibilities.

Although he has superhuman students around, so there's no need to worry about safety, the school rules are what they are, and there's nothing he can do about it.

Unless his good student Wayne makes a phone call to the president, since the only person in the state university who can stand up to the president and the board of directors is Superman.

No matter how you look at it, no one wants to or dares to mess with Superman. Even if Superman himself doesn't have any objections, his terrifying fan base can easily overwhelm them.

Including the current president, Matthew Ellis—after all, that's almost half the vote.

It's no exaggeration to say that who the next president will be is a matter of a single word from Superman... Perhaps Matthew did have the idea of ​​getting on good terms with Wayne and securing a second term as president, but while he may have thought about it, getting on good terms with Wayne is not so easy.

Especially given that Matthew has a criminal record.