In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 176

– Laimu

– Star-Lord

– Groot

– Rocket Raccoon

– Quill

– Gamora

– Drax

– Nebula

– Ronan

– Thanos

Laimu and Star-Lord and the rest of the original crew received completely different treatment.

This was because of their different statuses.

Even though they had done the great deed of saving a planet, Star-Lord and his group were still just a few cosmic marauders, with neither background nor strength that could move the Nova Empire.

But Laimu was different.

He alone possessed the power to destroy a fleet. Secondly, he was also a Duke of Asgard, another cosmic-level empire, holding a high position and power.

If the Nova Empire merely sent him away with some small money or gifts, it would not only offend him but also easily lead to diplomatic conflicts.

Others might not need it, but the Nova Empire’s sincerity had to be shown, both as a gesture of goodwill to a powerful individual and to solidify diplomatic relations.

Of course, for a slime, if you give it, I’ll take it; if you don’t give it, I’ll take that too.

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The ninth day after the war.

A small spaceship, primarily indigo and orange, ascended from the main city of Xandar.

Inside the cabin, besides the Guardians of the Galaxy team, there were various gift boxes and crates, filling up almost two-thirds of the floor space.

A small portion of these items had been opened, revealing high-end luxury goods or valuable mineral products, metal products, antiques, and tech gadgets.

Groot the tree-man sat on the floor, using a finger transformed into a small knife to open boxes. Rocket Raccoon sat next to Groot with a pen, meticulously tallying the total value of the items, chuckling with satisfaction as he counted.

“This one, this one, and this one together, at least a million… And this one, a single piece can sell for eight to nine hundred thousand… Oh my god! We’re rich, we’re rich!”

“Mmm-hmm.”

In the driver’s seat, Star-Lord propped his feet on the control panel, humming proudly, and reached up to adjust his sunglasses.

“How about it, wasn’t my idea good?”

“Shameless… but I like you, kid!”

Rocket cackled twice, picked up a white tech device from the floor, and added another entry to his notebook.

“This one’s black market price is at least 1.6 million, and it can even have a premium. We’ll hold onto it until the end and then… What the hell!”

A shadow suddenly enveloped the entire upper space of the small spaceship.

Rocket looked up; another spaceship was flying above them?

It was almost perfectly stationary, and it just happened to block all the sunlight.

“What the fuck! Quill! Shoot that thing down for me!”

Rocket instantly lost his temper, his short fuse igniting as he frantically yelled for Star-Lord to go fight.

As he spoke, the spaceship descended to their level. It was silver-white, sleek and streamlined, and a familiar figure waved at them from the porthole.

“We’re screwed…”

Rocket rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his cursing instantly ceasing, replaced by a hint of panic.

“Quill! Quill! Run! He’s caught up! He must be here to settle scores with us!”

“Who?”

Peter Quill leisurely took off his sunglasses and looked outside. When his gaze met Laimu’s in the adjacent spaceship, his hair stood on end, a shiver ran through his body, and his sunglasses clattered to the floor.

“Fuck!”

Cursing, Star-Lord slammed the throttle down, and the spaceship instantly accelerated. The powerful thrust nearly threw Rocket and Groot, who weren weren’t in their seats, out. Fortunately, Groot grew vines and tied himself and Rocket down.

But the boxes and items scattered across the floor weren’t so lucky; they slid with inertia, crashing onto the faces of the others in the back half of the spaceship.

However, no matter how much the spaceship accelerated, it couldn’t pull away from the other spaceship, which easily kept up.

Star-Lord twisted his head for a look, gritted his teeth, hardened his resolve, and frantically pressed buttons on the control panel. Under his control, the spaceship began to change speed, make sharp turns, roll, and perform super maneuvers…

The spaceship carved out various twisted trajectories in the air, and the items inside, like dice in a cup, spun and rolled over their faces.

But no matter how hard he tried, flying sideways, diagonally, or horizontally, the other spaceship always followed within twenty meters—a distance that for a spaceship was almost skin-tight.

Finally, after struggling for more than ten minutes, Star-Lord gave up powerlessly.

Since he couldn’t escape, he might as well face it bravely.

With that thought, Star-Lord actively sent a communication request to Laimu’s spaceship.

The communication was quickly connected, the screen flickered, and Laimu’s figure appeared.

Star-Lord pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and clenched his fists with a fierce look in his eyes… then forced out the most fawning smile he had ever made.

“Hello there, Admiral, what a coincidence that we’re going the same way… Hahahahehehe… What a coincidence indeed!”

He clenched one hand into a fist and slapped it into his other hand, making a slapping sound, as if that could define this encounter as accidental.

After the spaceship stabilized, Groot the tree-man and Rocket also came over. Groot, “I am Groot.”

Rocket, however, had a sheepish grin, baring his teeth and somewhat hesitant to face the screen.

In the past few days, Star-Lord had dragged Rocket along, and the two claimed to be companions, friends, and close confidants of the Duke, the savior, moving among the upper echelons of Xandar.

By virtue of their shared participation in the gratitude banquet and receiving commendations at the same time, Star-Lord’s casual and not-so-rigorous talk actually convinced a lot of people.

Those so-called celebrities from all walks of life foolishly stuffed all sorts of gifts into Star-Lord’s hands as if they were free, hoping to indirectly curry favor with the Duke, or even get an introduction.

Star-Lord and Rocket’s hands were numb from accepting gifts; now that they encountered the real person, their hearts instantly went numb too.

On the screen, Laimu smiled faintly, his golden pupils clear as if they could see directly into one’s heart.

“What’s wrong? My dear friend, so afraid of me? Could it be that you’ve done something against your conscience?”

In the back half of the spaceship, Gamora, the green-skinned woman, sat strapped into her seat. She rolled her eyes at the backs of Star-Lord and Rocket, silently thinking to herself—it’s not just against their conscience, it’s utterly shameless; even she couldn’t stand it.

Two more people sat behind Gamora. Drax, the strong man, sat motionless with a flying box on his head, staring at the other person; even the commotion from the spaceship’s wild acceleration hadn’t disturbed him.

Sitting opposite Drax was a blue-skinned, half-mechanical woman. Her entire body bore traces of mechanical modifications, and her face was sullen, filled with resentment.

Her name was Nebula, Gamora’s sister, and another adopted daughter of Thanos.

Nebula had previously been sent by Thanos to help Ronan acquire the Power Stone. She was supposed to disappear with the Dark Aster when attacking Xandar, but Laimu specifically saved her life, which caused a delay of a few breaths.