In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 169

Character name suggestions: (Laimu), (Star-Lord), (Gamora), (Drax), (Alice), (Rocket), (Groot), (Ronan), (Thanos)

Picking up the gravity generator, Laimu raised his head, looking at Star-Lord with a half-smile.

“Is this the gift you’re giving me? It doesn’t seem very sincere; it’s a bit crude.”

“Go!”

Star-Lord roared, pulling out his pistol. He yanked the trigger, but a sharp pain shot through his hand!

“What the fu*k!”

A perfectly articulated Earth slang word burst from his usually playful mouth, and at the same time, he violently threw the object in his hand away.

The two guns had turned into two cacti! They were covered in dense thorns!

The sharp thorns left countless tiny holes in his hand, and blood continuously seeped out.

Star-Lord, whose ten girlfriends were all injured at once, frantically shook his hand, constantly blowing on it, in so much pain that he wished he could just chop his hand off.

Meanwhile, Gamora drew a long blade from behind her, but at a certain moment, the hard feel of the hilt became somewhat soft, springy, and slippery.

She looked down and realized that at some point, she was holding a large dark-brown snake!

The next moment, her hand was faster than her brain, and she shouted, twisting the snake’s head off with a snap. But the snake’s head and body, which fell to the ground, transformed back into the long blade and its hilt.

The burly Drax pulled out two short blades from his waistband, then the blades themselves grew fangs and bit fiercely into Drax’s hands, making him instinctively throw them far away in pain.

The three were dumbfounded. Star-Lord and Gamora stopped in their tracks simultaneously.

But the burly Drax wasn’t ready to give up. He clenched his fists and charged forward menacingly!

Laimu frowned, looking at him with some displeasure, and blue light glowed in his eyes.

“Whoa-oh!”

As the blue light flared, the burly man stepped into thin air.

He fell into a blue portal that appeared out of nowhere on the ground, then dropped from another portal three meters up in the air, screaming continuously.

“Oh-oh—oh—oh—”

And so, the two portals remained, and the burly man continued his perpetual motion-like free-fall from a height of three meters, his speed increasing faster and faster!

“What the fu*k…”

Star-Lord and Gamora were completely stunned, unconsciously taking a step back.

This scene, combined with the sudden mutation of their weapons, brought them immense shock and a sense of threat.

“Is this magic? Or legendary sorcery?”

“What is sorcery?”

Gamora stiffly turned her head to look at Star-Lord. She didn’t understand; they didn’t have that word where she came from.

Laimu spread his hands, “Oh, you have to believe in science. There are no supernatural beings in the world.”

“I am a staunch materialist warrior!”

A warrior particularly skilled in physical attacks.

Just then, the door behind him opened again.

Alice came out, holding a tied-up little rabbit, and stood on the doorstep.

“Laimu, it’s scary! A big rat that steals things got into the house! It’s huge!”

Her voice was soft and timid, and if she weren’t holding a Rocket, it would have been very convincing.

“Hey! Woman! Let me down! I’m a raccoon, not a rat!”

Though Rocket was tied up, his mouth could still speak. He shouted, his pointed mouth opening and closing, revealing his sharp teeth, “Groot! Why are you just standing there! Do something! You damn well do something!”

Groot?

The tree that Star-Lord and the others had been standing beneath had silently moved behind Laimu at some point, resuming its treeman form.

As Laimu turned around, he grinned foolishly, bending slightly at the waist, and reached out to pat the slime’s head.

“I am Groot.”

Laimu understood; it roughly meant, “Here are flowers for you, in exchange for my friend.”

Then, Groot opened a small white eight-petaled flower from his palm and gently offered it to Laimu.

The white flower was only one or two centimeters in size, swaying gently with the night breeze.

“What the f*ck! Look at the fine potted plant you’re raising! What is he even doing?!”

Star-Lord helplessly covered his face, accidentally touching the wound on his palm, and yelped, moving his hand away again.

He didn’t understand Groot’s language and just assumed the simple-minded treeman was defecting on the spot.

/——————

Out of consideration for Groot, Laimu invited Star-Lord and his group into the living room and served everyone a cup of tea.

The burly Drax sat sprawled out on the sofa, glaring with his dead fish eyes, and gulped down the tea, leaves and all.

Groot took a shallow sip, his eyes lit up, as if he had grown fond of the taste.

After drinking the tea, he used his slender wooden fingers to scoop out a tea leaf and chewed it. Then, he plucked a few green leaves from himself and put them into his cup, refilling it with water.

A strange concoction of black tea and green tea was freshly brewed.

“Oh! My goodness, can you be any dumber?”

Rocket couldn’t bear to watch. He covered his face with his paws, then frustratingly scratched his furry head.

Click.

Laimu pulled out a hollow metal sphere from who-knew-where and placed it on the table.

It instantly drew the gaze of Star-Lord, Gamora, and Rocket.

“You really want this thing? It’s not a toy. Ronan, the terrorist from the Kree Empire, is looking for it.”

“As far as I know, you had just broken out of prison, and Ronan’s fleet attacked the Kyln prison right after. Everyone, including the guards and prisoners, was wiped out, not a single one left alive.”

Laimu’s tone was light and calm, but hearing it, Star-Lord and the others couldn’t help but shiver, suddenly realizing they had brushed with death.

Trapped in prison, they had no weapons or spaceship. If they hadn’t escaped, or if they had been a little late, they would have been dead.

Drax clenched his fists and roared, “Ronan! I’m going to kill him! I’m going to kill Ro…”

Laimu raised an index finger, gently shushing him, “Quiet down, or I’ll turn you into a woman with magic.”

The immense malice hidden behind that smile made the burly man’s face twitch slightly, and he instantly fell silent, lowering his head in fear.

Star-Lord and Gamora exchanged a look and nodded affirmatively, “We need the money.”

Star-Lord was purely greedy, while Gamora needed funds to escape the control of Thanos and Ronan.

“As long as there’s money, I’ll do anything!”

Rocket stood up, gesticulating forcefully with his small paws. Standing on the sofa, he was only as tall as the others sitting down.

“Or you can just give us the money, and then the thing is yours!”

Oh! You brown-furred rabbit, you’re such a clever little guy!

Laimu rolled his eyes, too exasperated to retort.

“Catch it, little rabbit. Here’s your stuff back.”

He picked up the Orb and tossed it over.

Returning it to its original owner? Is that even possible?

You should know the slime’s personality by now.