Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Hey guys, you better come up and see this thing...."

The sound of Raccoon Rocket from the cockpit made Quill, who was adjusting the energy submachine gun, feel tighter.

He's used to how disconnected each team member is on this makeshift team.

Before he had time to think about it, Quill immediately pulled the handrail on the stairs and climbed up to the cockpit of the Miranda step by step.

He was just about to ask what happened, but the next second, he was already speechless by the scene outside the cabin.

Through the porthole of the Miranda, what appeared in front of everyone was a large and frightening head.

It was indeed a skull, jaws, cheekbones, nose, jaws, eye sockets, a complete skull.

And at the bottom of the skull, the neck, and a section of the spine that has been broken off.

The skull floating in the void is shrouded in a vast and smoky gas, existing in a variety of colors.

And those cloud-like gases also dyed this huge skull floating in the void with a hint of mystery.

Just looking at it is enough to give people an indescribable sense of shock.

However, this skull is not just a skull, it is covered with exposed mechanical structures.

It can be seen that this terrifying giant has been completely transformed into something else.

It's a pity that, except for Gamora who is the navigator, no one present has ever seen such a big head.

Not to mention that this skull has been transformed into a "planet" from the inside out.

"Wow - what the hell is this thing?"

Quill exclaimed, staring dumbfoundedly at the skull in space outside the porthole.

He had never seen such a huge thing, of course, things like planets were out of the question.

"There are rumors that this is the head of a dead ancient god."

"But you'd better drive carefully, Mouse, it's not safe here."

Gamora explained, but said provocatively, walked to the driver's seat in the cockpit and sat down slowly.

Even though she was called a mouse, Rocket didn't get angry with her, but just sneered disdainfully.

The Rockets don't care what others call it derogatory, or what other names.

Not because of its generosity, but because it thinks those people are stupid* (silence).

As an animal that has undergone countless genetic bioengineering experiments, Rocket has a very powerful learning ability.

Although it has never piloted a series of spaceships like the Miranda, it can master the piloting skills in just a few minutes.

As a genius, there will always be loneliness and contempt, so the Rockets don't care about Gamora's words.

It just smiled disdainfully, but still tightly held the joystick of the spaceship, and drove the Miranda inside.

After less than 15 minutes, the spaceship passed through the eye socket of the god's skull and arrived at the core of the void.

"About 1000 years ago, the owner of the Tiwan Group discovered this skull floating in the void."

"Bones, brain tissue, spinal fluid, these biomasses have extremely high commercial value and are rare."

"So, relying on this god's skull, the Diwan Group made a fortune and developed this place into a mining planet."

"Of course, the word planet may not be used accurately, but a gathering place has indeed developed here."

Accompanied by Gamora's words, the Miranda passed through the cracks in the city located inside the skull of the god.

Almost everyone was staring at the city outside, as if they would miss something if they were distracted.

Before that, no one except Camorra had seen such a magical place.

That's why they're so curious here, and... vigilant.

And the Miranda, also under the control of the rocket, landed slowly in the center of the city.

The gathering place developed by Diwan Group naturally has complete urban facilities.

Even though this is a place with a population of nearly [-] million, it is still possible to find a landing pad for the Miranda.

On the street, alien species of different shapes and species walked on the street without any cover.

On the way to the trading place, several people naturally saw the unique style of chaos and order in the land of nothingness.

"Those rare biomass materials are harmful to the human body, so the mining industry here is very dangerous."

"Because of this, most of the people here who sacrifice their lives for their salaries are desperadoes."

Gamora told his temporary teammates the history of this chaotic zone like a tour guide.

There is no difference from when Miss Stark came here, and it still looks so chaotic.

However, it is precisely because of this chaos controlled by the Diwan Group that a unique order has been established.

This weird land boundary, which is chaotic but well-ordered, is actually full of contradictions.

"Well—I myself come from a dangerous, chaotic, lawless planet."

"So, an environment like this is actually no stranger to me."

Hearing Gamora's words, and looking at the dazzling array of things around him, Quill felt an inexplicably hot emotion in his heart.

Maybe this kind of emotion can't even be noticed by himself, but he instinctively likes it and enjoys this kind of chaos.

For that reason, it doesn't matter if Earth is vilified as a lawless place—well, it does, but it doesn't matter.

"Sounds good. If I have a chance, I would also like to see your planet."

As if he was interested in Quill's words, Drax, who was behind several people, spoke.

It's a pity that his words seem to be unintentional, and it seems that they are just words that were unintentional.

But let the future, Drax who came to the earth, really learn what is called [adjective]

A few minutes later, Gamora brought them to a bar at the corner of the intersection.

There are crowds of people gathered at the entrance of the bar, and there are also many colorful neon colors hanging.

There was even a security guard in charge of throwing drunken drinkers in the bar onto the street.

As for whether the alcoholic will be stripped or simply killed here, no one cares.

"So, this is where your buyer asked us to meet?"

Rocket glanced at the bar where the explosive music and crowd shouts were constantly coming out, a trace of helplessness appeared on his face.

"—the other party asked us to wait for him here."

After a pause, Gamora spoke without looking back, acting calmly as usual.

"It doesn't look like a decent place, what else can we do while we wait?"

Drax looked at the bar, his brows furrowed, as if he didn't like this place very much.

On the contrary, Quill, although he didn't say anything, showed a long-lost, cheap smile on his face.

A few minutes later, the few people except Gamora held a glass of wine and crowded into the most crowded part of the bar.

PS:

Drax: It smells so good