[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

billions of years ago.

The head of the god fell from his proud neck.

The neat and uncorrupted fracture shows the majesty of the other side's god-killing power.

million years ago.

Immortal Collector Tivan has his eye on the skull, suspended amid endless clouds of nebulae and meteorites.

He generously sent countless workers under him to establish another kingdom of his in this head comparable to that of an asteroid.

— Knowwhere.

God's spinal cord, brain tissue, organic matter, and even bones...

These rare resources once again poured unlimited funds from countless black markets into his huge business empire.

In the disordered and chaotic universe, the land of ignorance is another more disordered and chaotic mine.

As long as you have money, you can trade anything and do anything here.

In the same way, when there is no profit to be made, even if you use the method of spinning and spiraling to explode into the sky, no one will pay you any attention.

Just like at this moment, the faint blue light that came from nowhere suddenly exploded above the yellow-green sticky acid pool.

Two figures, a fox and an arrow appeared in the center of the light and shadow.

Seeing that they were about to fall into the electrolyte of the god's spinal cord, the surrounding mercenaries, prisoners, or exiles... also gathered together as if watching a good show, and did not intend to help.

The dark red arrow paused in mid-air.

The dark-haired girl with a condensed expression didn't even look at what was going on below her. She grabbed the end of Yaka's arrow, and then picked up Steve behind her. Steve had a helpless face on his collar Love the Tibetan Fox Buddha...

A group of people/fox/arrow rushed away from the crowd like this, and rolled twice around the acid pool where parts were scattered all over the ground.

"Oh... this familiar sour smell... every time it makes me want to sue the old man for mining without a license."

Patricia Udonta stood on one knee, stood up, brushed her black hair behind her, and murmured unbearably.

No one could hear what she was saying clearly, and the crowd who had been watching the show were eager to see if there was a chance to get a vote.

She looked around, her eyebrows twitched because of the surrounding environment, and then she swung an arrow at the sightless speculator.

A big green-skinned guy with an inch head, a woman with orange wrinkled skin without eyebrows, a thief kid wearing a tattered cloth bag but with very dexterous fingers...

The dark red body of the Yaka arrow has the sharpness of a blood-sealed throat.

They looked at each other, and dispersed fearfully and wait-and-see.

……

Behind her, Steve looked up and looked around in a little daze and shock.

The ball-shaped mining robot was beating in mid-air, and the circuit was crackling;

It looks like there are at least hundreds of floors of suspended tracks transporting knocked-off bone debris, creaking and swaying.

Aircraft, pulse weapons, dark orbits that stretch for hundreds of miles, endless lights that spread throughout the skull like a starry sky...

The most shocking thing is the entrance of the "Land of Nothingness" thousands of meters away - of course Steve doesn't know what the name of this place is now - it is the mandible and teeth of the skull of the god, which has been transformed into a transparent light curtain The "door".

Outside the door, there is a universe as vast and magnificent as poetry, and not even the best painter can paint its entire face.

universe.

"Welcome to the land of ignorance."

On the side, Patricia who saw the galaxy reflected in his eyes smiled slightly.

"...there's no America here, Captain."

Steve restrained his surprise, his eyebrows furrowed at the sudden, unimaginable change of location: "You know this place?"

Patricia retracted the whistle arrow to her waist, and turned her head to signal him to follow: "It's one of the places where I grew up."

"Don't worry, I've got a bunch of stuff left on Earth."

"—When I deliver the space gem to the old man, I will go back again."

Although he didn't say it clearly, the implication was that he would be sent back.

Captain America, who was guaranteed, shook his head, thinking of the "99 yuan" she said at the beginning, and felt a little funny.

But the face of the Winter Soldier he saw before leaving Earth was still dangling in front of his eyes, which made the smile on his lips unconsciously a little bit bitter.

"That soldier was brainwashed."

Kicking away the metal vat blocking the way, Patricia turned her head as if feeling something, and pierced Steve's worries with one word.

"Is he very important to you?"

……

Steve bypassed a man with a fat ball about two meters tall, and followed Patricia with long legs.

Hearing Patricia's question, he was only stunned for a moment, and replied: "Yes."

"...His name is Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. My brother I grew up with."

A group of noisy little kids ran on the muddy road, ran to their side, and bumped into each other wickedly.

Steve avoided them with a little difficulty, and continued, "I always thought he was... I mean, World War II was a thing of the last century."

There was an interval of 70 years.

The teammates of the Roaring Commando also passed away. Steve didn't expect that Bucky, who was first confirmed dead, would "resurrect" in such a... identity.

Of course, Steve is grateful for the survival of his best friend, but he also repays Bucky's fate in the past seventy years...

He can't even make any guesses about Bucky's experience. Any "reasonable" inference is a knife inserted by fate, and no one knows how much blood will be shed after it is pulled out.

Throughout Steve's narration, Patricia didn't speak.

It wasn't until the children who had been avoided earlier came to haunt her again that she slowly reminded: "Do you still have your wallet?"

Steve paused.

He touched his trouser pocket, it was deflated and empty.

It was touched by one of the children who bumped into it.

... It seems that he should be thankful that there are only a few pitiful banknotes in his wallet.

Speaking of which, U.S. dollars should not be used here, right?

……

Collectors are undoubtedly the uncrowned kings of ignorance.

The bustling alien exiles gathered outside a garage-like gate, shouting something.

A red-skinned woman with horns wearing very...post-modern? ... uniform, standing at the door like a robot, answering questions over and over again:

"No, no, master, he doesn't see any guests now."

It is common sense not to see all customers, but when someone wants to make an "exception" in "all", then someone will make a fuss.

The prosthetic man who was born as an interstellar pirate shouted sharply: "Then what are these two?"

Patricia Udonta, who had already walked into the gate under the bow of the red-skinned waitress, didn't even look back. Yaka's arrow jumped out from her waist and circled lightly, but in an instant, the thin man fell silent.

The prosthetic limb fell to the ground with a bang, but it was not picked up by the fleeing owner.

Patricia complained in a low voice from inside the door: "If the rocket is here, it can still pick up the prosthesis and sell it."

"But think about it this way, Xia Xia is really a wasteful rich man."

"Ah, a life of luxury!"

"Xia Xia eback!"

……

Boxy glass cabinets, countless intricate lines.

In an empty space where the sound of footsteps can reverberate in countless circles, layers of collections are stacked up to the [-]-meter-high dark zenith.

Compared with the extremely extravagant Gao Tianzun Supreme Arena, the most precious things in the collector's territory are those strange collections from all over the universe.

For example, the rare ore I saw along the way, the living people of strange races, the talking duck, the dog with a collar around his neck and a space suit...

Steve even saw the sound of knocking coming from an empty glass case, but couldn't see anything alive in that patch of air.

And the owner of this place is as strange as his collection.

The collector is a middle-aged man with white hair and a snow-white fur waistcoat on a hot day. Underneath is a black robe with a high collar, buttoned tightly to his chin.

From his lower lip to the center of his chin, there is a smear of silver-blue oil paint, and the whole person looks very similar to Gao Tianzun.

However, compared to his glittering brother, the collector is much more serious.

When Patricia and Steve arrived, he was researching some smoking new product in a pair of all-black round glasses.

A small mechanical claw on the table moved and rustled like a spider's tentacles.

The red-skinned maid with horns walked around them and bowed slightly: "Great master, little master is here."

"Oh... my dear... Xia Xia."

Tiwan looked up from under his shaggy fur waistcoat, and spoke slowly and in a deep, but intimate voice.

"Didn't you go to find the cosmic power generated by the black hole explosion? Why are you so fast..." Back?

Before he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows high.

Tiwan pulled off the round sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and twisted his cheeks strangely: "You look a lot older."

But he didn't continue to say anything, but turned to look at the "normal" human Steve behind her: "Who is this? New product?"

Steve frowned uncomfortably. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the red-skinned maid kneeling on the ground, and his discomfort increased.

"No." Patricia quickly denied, took off the battle uniform, and shook the pockets against the table.

A small irregular gem fell out with a crisp sound.

Steve recognized it as the core of the Rubik's Cube.

——The chief culprit that caused them to come here.

——Space Gem.

……

The collector froze for a moment, then suddenly waved to the maid next to him: "Go out."

The maid didn't know why, but she went out obediently.

Patricia immediately smiled: "Old man, the last time the red-skinned man went over his head to grab the power gem and bombarded half of your collection room, is he still a red-skinned man now?"

Tiwan raised his orchid finger and checked with a small three-claw instrument. Hearing this, he gave her a blank look, and said slowly, "Don't discriminate."

Steve: "..."

It doesn't seem to be a problem, but it sounds weird.

Then the next sentence of the collector was: "I have no shortage of red-skinned specimens, but the last one was blown up to ashes, which makes my heart feel empty and missing something."

Patricia shrugged and said nothing.

In the void, the screen that was originally hidden in the darkness suddenly lit up with a golden light, on which was the shadow of a gem—the inspection was over.

"It's it, worth at least 40 billion—without knowing its real usage."

Collector put the space gem into a spherical container and pushed it back to Patricia.

The latter looked at him inexplicably.

The collector shook his head, and pushed the space gem forward again: "Go home and have a look."

After saying this, the white-haired man gathered his fur vest and turned his back to them, as if he was particularly interested in what he had done before.

His voice slowed down and babbled like a sorcerer, echoing in the empty space:

"Patricia Udonta—descendant of Volva."

"This gem will show you the way."

"...your mother is waiting for you."