The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1392 The Call of the Stars (25)
Until they walked out of the newspaper office, Quill and Rocket Raccoon were still immersed in the shock of the state of the world. The long interstellar journey made them see a lot. Although they have seen many disasters, most of them are rough and simple.

Either the parent star changes orbit and the creatures become extinct, or the sun erupts and the civilization is destroyed. The natural disasters in the universe are much denser than the man-made disasters. It is hard to imagine that a race will be directly transformed into another life form, and even maintain the original society. order.

This is not entirely a surprise, but more like an exclamation of curiosity, which is the so-called "absurdity has absurd beauty".

The two walked along the tree-lined road next to the newspaper office all the way to New York's Central Park. They didn't plan to go back to investigate, they just planned to go back to the city through the park to find other possible clues.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon's eyes fell on Quill's arm. He had to lean forward, patted Quill's face with his paw and said, "Have you noticed? Within 3 minutes you have I scratched my arm 16 times, if you want to use this action to remind me of your bad experience that night, I can only tell you, good, you succeeded, I want to throw up now."

"Don't make trouble." Quill thought it was the raccoon who wanted to find a topic to enliven the atmosphere. He tightened his backpack, turned his head to look at the sunset on the horizon, and said, "Because we won't be able to find it for a while. On the way out of here, we'll probably have to find a long-term base, preferably with some sort of security so you can hold me if I go crazy."

"I'm not joking." Rocket Raccoon raised his voice. Being questioned made him feel very uncomfortable, so he poked Quill's face vigorously with his paw until his body tilted to one side.

Quill's temper came up, so he wanted to let Rocket Raccoon know that it is unwise to fight with a creature with such a big difference in size, so he backhanded to grab Rocket Raccoon, but his hand hadn't touched Rocket Raccoon yet, Rocket Raccoon let out a scream.

"Don't do that, buddy, it's boring." Quill complained: "I didn't touch you, put it on the field, it doesn't count."

"No, no, I mean, did you see which hand you're stretching out?!" Rocket Raccoon screamed.

Quill looked down at his own hand, and found that the hand he stretched out was actually the one that had been cut off by himself, he sighed and said, "Well, it seems that I haven't adapted to the life of a one-armed hero yet. , but you should really feel lucky, otherwise you would have been thrown to the ground by me."

"But you just touched me!" Rocket Raccoon said tremblingly, "You just grabbed my tail, it's your hand!!!"

"what?"

Quill uttered a puzzled syllable, but for a moment a hallucination blinded him again, making him unable to tell which of his hands was broken.

When he regained consciousness, he looked at his remaining hand and said, "I feel the presence of both hands, yes, I can feel it."

After finishing speaking, Quill raised the remaining half of the arm on that side, and then touched Rocket Raccoon's head as if controlling the air.

Rocket Raccoon frowned in an instant, because he felt that the top of his head had really been stroked by a hand. The comfortable touch of skin and hair made him shake his ears unconsciously, and then let out another There was a horrible scream that almost did a tap dance on Quill's shoulders.

"My hand is back?!" Quill looked at his broken arm in disbelief, as if seeing a brand new hand there.

No, it's not just his hands, the angle he bends his arms now is definitely not enough to let his hands touch Rocket Raccoon's head, the distance is too far away.

"A long-distance hand, what is that, mind power?" Quill thought.

But Quill still couldn't help but want to test his new ability. He swung his remaining half of his arm forward, and in an instant, the pile of fallen leaves in front of him slowly floated as if being caught by the air. Get up, and when he used his brain nerves to give the command to let go, the fallen leaves rustled down again.

It was his hand, Quill was sure.

"My God, you never told me that you are still a mind master!" Rocket Raccoon jumped on Quill's shoulder in shock, and then patted his paws like a drum kit. hair.

"I just possessed this ability, just now, just now..." When Quill said this, he couldn't help but look back. Advent.

"This is a kind of evolution." Quill frowned, staring at his arm, his rich experience enriched his imagination, he said: "You have to lose some limbs before you can evolve."

"It was mentioned in the report of the tourist who ran away late at night and self-harmed. The family members of the tourists couldn't believe that running away and rolling off the cliff in the middle of the night would cause them to lose a whole foot and a few fingers, but maybe that was a sign of evolution."

"You call turning into a sticky ball of tentacle monsters evolution?" Rocket Raccoon said incredulously, he grabbed Quill's ear with his paws and said, "Look around you, those monsters, even in the interstellar civilization It's ugly and weird!"

"No, no, no." Quill issued a series of negations, his brain was running rapidly, and then said: "We assume, we assume, that group of things is not a product of evolution, but a failure."

"Failure?"

"That's right." Quill looked down at his hand that didn't exist but could actually feel it, and said, "And I'm a success."

"Assuming that they are just leftovers after failure and I succeed, what is the difference between us? Why do they become monsters with almost no special abilities and can only follow their instincts, while I... the abilities I have gained are positive reinforcement, at least So far."

"What's the difference between you and them?" Rocket Raccoon frowned, he shook his beard, and then said, "Did you tell me before that you have alien blood? What is that called Spartacus?" The prince of the empire... your father?"

"I don't think this is the key. The people of the Spartacus Empire are indeed much stronger than humans, especially in terms of physique. My body is also much better than humans. Otherwise, how could I smash and cut an arm? After that, he was alive and kicking within a day?"

Mentioning this matter again, Rocket Raccoon wanted to vomit again. He took a deep breath and said, "At least your willpower is stronger than that of humans. Humans will definitely cry out of breath."

"This aspect is also the benefit that the blood of the Spartacus Empire brought me." Quill admitted frankly: "This is a country that fights all the year round, and it is a bit similar to Asgard, but it is not as strong as them. Maybe they are evolving. During the process, the sense of pain has been evolved, and I don’t feel much pain, since I was a child.”

"And what I want to say is that I didn't tell you before. When I was working in NASA, I had a dispute with an important astronaut. The so-called important identity means that he is the director's person."

"When I was dismissed, I was very angry, so I stole a spaceship, which was the spaceship of the Cree Empire captured by NASA before, and sailed into space, but you also know that a spaceship that is planted on the earth will often have nothing. It’s a good end, the Kerry Empire built it too, it’s like a spaceship cemetery here.”

"The spaceship failed halfway, I crashed on a strange planet, and was picked up by Yondu, but there was another important process, that is, the spaceship crashed, and I fell into a coma Afterwards, I saw a radiant vision beckoning to me."

"He called himself the 'Sun Lord'...or something else, I forgot, he said my heart was full of hatred and I couldn't take on the responsibility of Star Lord, he hoped that I could put down the hatred and accept the power, I refused , after all, I wanted to avenge my mother at that time."

"I saw him in the next few disasters, and I was sure that he left some kind of mark on my body or in my heart. This may be the most fundamental reason why I survived many disasters."

After hearing this story, Rocket Raccoon hesitated for a moment. He speculated: "The so-called Sun Lord may be a cosmic demon god, or some other god. He wants to choose you as his spokesperson."

"I think it might be so."

"You didn't agree, but he may have left some of his power to you in order to bribe you or shake you up. Have you felt his power before?"

"I'm not sure, I'm not sure whether my superhuman physical ability and my luck of being seriously injured and comatose but never touching death come from the blood of the Spartacus Empire or the power of the Sun Lord."

"It seems that you are indeed unusual." Rocket Raccoon touched his chin and said, "At least there is a big gap between you and ordinary people. I haven't heard of any ordinary human who can fall into a coma after a spaceship crashes onto a strange planet. It is almost impossible, at least your body is much stronger than this group of fragile humans."

"This is most likely an important reason why I became a successful product." Quill glanced around, and the figure of the monster could still be seen on the distant skyline, he said: "The fragile body and spirit of ordinary human beings make them unable to bear this This kind of evolution, and those creatures who are stronger, tougher, and more determined than they will grow new branches after surviving the first disaster."

"Is this an elimination mechanism?" Quill was asking himself: "Eliminate those ordinary, fragile, and unstable ones, and selectively leave branches that can bloom and bear fruit on a more suitable trunk?"

Quill's tone was a little trembling, he was shocked by his speculation, this is a more macroscopic natural selection, there is no such slow, tens of thousands of years of evolution, but an ultimate The straightforward method picks out the best fit.

Who is manipulating all this?
The moment this idea appeared in Quill's mind, he felt a sense of guilt and guilt. No, it is difficult for any orderly intelligent life to show such magnificence. This must be unconscious and natural. Scary and beautiful.

Quill looked around, and the surroundings were in ruins. In this rapid evolutionary symphony, no human being won. They succumbed to fear, and all became dregs. In the lingering sound, the outsiders were blessed and became The lucky ones who stand out.

When Quill thought of this, he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy, but a kind of anger that made his teeth clench, but not for the loser who died tragically.

Because he seemed to vaguely hear the call from the depths of the stars echoing in the humid air of the night in New York.

Specific to the things he encountered now, that kind of call became a little frivolous and mocking—"It's really a strong and good dog."

Quill wanted to chop off the remaining half of his arm as well.

(End of this chapter)