"But look, I don't know your stuff either,"
"Who knows what it's really worth,"
"Definitely, haha, it's not that I don't believe you,"
"It's just… this world, you know…"
"Then what you mean is…"
"Good brother, I've written down what you did to help today,"
"When we develop in the future, if we meet again, my buddies will definitely help you,"
"Well, then, I'll be taking my leave,"
"If you get into trouble, just mention my name,"
"See you soon."
Before Blaine could finish speaking, Quill boarded his miniature space battleship in a flash and disappeared in the blink of an eye, jumping away through space.
"I'm fucking—"
"The cooked duck flew away…"
"And you even told me to mention your name,"
"I'm afraid mentioning your name would just get me beaten even harder."
"Originally, a single 'sorry' might've solved the problem, but mentioning your name would probably get an arm broken."
Watching Quill run faster than a rabbit, Blaine truly had something to say—but didn't know whether it was appropriate to say it.
He had met cunning people before, but never someone this cunning. This wasn't a fox—this was a fox among foxes.
Blaine felt that he had never been this agitated since coming to this world. In an instant, his chest felt unbearably tight.
Rumble…
Boom…
Rumble…
In his rage, Blaine punched and kicked the structure in front of him.
He had always been invincible, yet now he had finally met his match. So what if he had mind-reading abilities? He could see through other people's thoughts, but he couldn't change them. Even so, Blaine was completely helpless. He couldn't fight, couldn't grab. He had terrifying strength, yet he couldn't do anything about a shrewd Quill. How could he not be angry?
Fortunately, Blaine's spiritual seed had already marked Quill. No matter where he went, Blaine wouldn't have to worry.
From the current situation, once Quill realized the importance of the metal ball in his hand, he definitely wouldn't make a move lightly. So Blaine didn't chase him immediately. No matter where Quill went, Blaine could still find him.
"Fortunately, the spiritual seeds were planted in advance,"
"If I had to rely on tracking paper cranes to follow him,"
"Damn, that would've been really miserable."
For Blaine, this was the only thing worth being thankful for.
Just as Blaine was venting his anger and wreaking havoc, a reflective object deep within the planet immediately caught his attention.
With a teleport, he appeared directly in front of it. This should have been the place where Quill had taken the Power Stone earlier.
Blaine looked around and was surprised to discover that this place seemed to be the interior of a massive space battleship. The spot where the Power Stone had been placed appeared to be the central console of the ship.
As for the scattered debris on the ground—
It was likely that once Quill took away the Power Stone, the battleship lost its energy supply and instantly turned into scrap metal.
Blaine touched the central console. Judging by its rusted appearance, it must have endured countless years. Combined with the presence of small creatures like lizards, Blaine boldly estimated that the age of this warship could reach hundreds of millions of years.
However, judging by its size, this battleship almost covered the entire surface of the planet. What kind of civilization could have created such a spacecraft hundreds of millions of years ago?
Moreover, it seemed that the energy source of this battleship had actually been a Power Stone. This made Blaine even more curious, and the frustration he felt from being outplayed by Quill earlier was completely swept away.
A fragment on the ground was still emitting a strange glow. It didn't look like reflected light, because there was no light source in this space to reflect.
Looking closer, it seemed to be emitting light on its own. The glow was cold and faint, giving off an extremely uncomfortable feeling. This sensation was also familiar to Blaine—because he had experienced it before.
Blaine picked up the fragment and examined it carefully in his hand. The moment he touched it, his body seemed to react, as if his blood flow suddenly accelerated.
It felt like meeting an old friend he hadn't seen in years.
Even Blaine himself didn't know why he felt this way. He even had the illusion that the metal fragment was growing brighter.
All of a sudden, Blaine felt his heart constrict violently, as if he were about to die from cardiac arrest.
"I'll be damned—no way,"
"What the hell is going on?"
"Is this connected to that thing over there on the Moon?"
Yes, that's right. Blaine was eighty percent sure that the material of this metal fragment was exactly the same as the one on the far side of the Moon.
This also explained why his heart rate had sped up. This metal had to be related to his origins.
Blaine casually tossed the metal fragment into the Hunter Space, then continued using Hawkeye to scan every inch of this area.
He grew more and more curious. Where did he really come from? Could it be that he hadn't simply crossed over from another world? Then why would something from hundreds of millions of years ago be connected to him?
Could it be that, like Atlantis, there had once been an absolute super-civilization hundreds of millions of years ago, and due to some catastrophe, it fell? Perhaps his family used advanced technology to allow him to travel through time and space, sending him here.
Then why did he still retain memories of his previous life, knowing this was the Marvel Universe, the Marvel world? All of this was far too difficult to imagine, and it clearly involved knowledge far beyond Blaine's understanding.
Over the next few days, Blaine remained active in this region. It was as if he had temporarily forgotten about the Power Stone Quill was carrying.
During those days, Blaine not only examined this planet but also thoroughly investigated the surrounding darkened space.
He discovered that damaged warships weren't limited to this one planet. He found the wreckage of no fewer than five warships in total. He even found a fourth-level star core in the central console of another ship—though the corresponding battleship was much smaller.
Blaine guessed that a massive interstellar war must have taken place here long ago. The battleship equipped with the Power Stone had been the flagship, while the frigates, destroyers, assault ships, and others that crashed on different planets were clearly part of a huge mixed fleet—essentially a massive space fortress.
Moreover, this entire space fortress had been powered by star cores. What kind of civilization could be so powerful that it used the six Infinity Stones, born at the beginning of the universe, as energy sources for battleships?
What kind of situation could have caused a warship equipped with a tenth-level star core to crash here so tragically?
And the opposing side seemed completely uninterested in these star cores, leaving them here untouched for hundreds of millions of years.
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