When Tony Stark pointed that out so specifically, everyone present immediately formed their own judgment.
Among the three options, the most likely one was clearly Option B.
All the main-universe questions had so far foretold future events—and their "future accuracy rate" was a solid one hundred percent. That much was beyond dispute.
As for a deranged husband killing his wife? The probability of that was almost nonexistent.
On the other hand, a young Star-Lord, just a kid unable to see the truth or easily deceived for various reasons—that at least seemed possible.
After a brief round of discussion, the group basically reached an agreement.
Among the remaining options, B looked the most plausible.
"The first round of answering is over. Now begins the next one."
Tony Stark turned his sharp gaze toward Star-Lord. "And this question's about you, Quill—so you'll answer it."
That was the unspoken rule everyone had followed for quite some time. Star-Lord naturally didn't object.
Without much hesitation, he agreed.
"I choose B, killed by an enemy's curse!"
Star-Lord immediately declared his answer to the screen.
However…
[Answer: Incorrect!]
Nani?!
Wrong—again?
The entire group was stunned. None of them expected the second guess to be wrong too!
[Respondent Peter Quill will receive the penalty of losing his tracking skill. Executing immediately!]
Shua!
In an instant, Star-Lord's tracking ability vanished.
For a Ravager like him, tracking was vital. Losing that skill was… painfully inconvenient.
"Guys," he groaned, "I remember someone said that skills erased by the system can be retrained, right?"
"That's right, Quill," Captain America nodded. "I lost my driving and shooting skills before, but I've already relearned them."
Hearing that, Star-Lord finally sighed in relief.
Doctor Strange, too, looked comforted—if Stark's driving skill could be relearned, life wasn't completely cruel.
"Still," Banner interjected, "if B was wrong, that leaves only A and D—either she died of illness, or she was killed by Quill's father."
That was indeed the crucial question now.
But with no further clues, there was little to analyze.
"Let me take this one," Tony said after a brief pause, his confidence returning. "I choose D—killed by Star-Lord's biological father."
For Tony, both options were pure guesswork anyway, so he had to rely on probability.
Option A being "main universe future" gave it a strong chance—but according to his own theory, until proven otherwise, they should treat every question as main-universe related.
And statistically speaking, the chance of two consecutive alternate-universe questions appearing was astronomically low.
[Answer: Correct!]
The system's neutral voice echoed through the room.
Star-Lord's face instantly tightened, his expression full of disbelief and pain.
For everyone else, the answer was just trivia—but for him, it was personal torment.
Because the answer meant—
His own father… had killed his mother.
[Congratulations to respondent Tony Stark for obtaining the reward: "God-Slayer Type-1 Armor-Piercing Bullets" ×3.]
[Reward has been issued—please check your inventory.]
Tony immediately felt the weight of something in his hand.
Opening his palm, three metallic bullets gleamed with a strange, divine luster—instantly catching everyone's attention.
Everyone leaned closer, eyes filled with curiosity.
The name alone—"God-Slayer Type-1"—sounded absurdly powerful.
Could this really mean… it could kill gods?
Even gods could be killed by a bullet?
"This is a type of metal I've never seen before," Tony murmured, rolling one bullet between his fingers.
Clearly, what made these bullets so special was the metal composition—nothing in the craftsmanship itself stood out.
"Stark," Thor asked, raising an eyebrow. "Can this bullet truly kill a god? Could it kill me?"
"These bullets," Tony said, shrugging casually, "can easily kill a first-generation god-body, and severely injure a second-generation one. I'm not sure which type you are, but even if it can't kill you—it'll definitely hurt. As for Thanos…"
A gleam flashed in Tony's eyes.
"I left a scar on his face before—purely from physical force. His body isn't indestructible. Maybe… this bullet could finish the job."
Everyone's expressions shifted, their breaths tightening.
Could this bullet really kill Thanos?
Analyzing what they already knew, it seemed… possible.
For the first time since these quizzes began, they might actually have a weapon capable of killing Thanos.
Of course, that was purely in theory.
Even if the bullet was strong enough, Thanos wouldn't just stand still and let someone shoot him—and he still had the Infinity Stones, his army, and his fleet.
Still, they now had something—a potential trump card.
"Stark, can you replicate it?" Banner asked, his eyes gleaming.
If they could mass-produce those bullets, their odds would skyrocket.
"Unfortunately, no," Tony replied, shaking his head. He then explained the bullet's material and structure in detail.
Without the proper exotic metal, replication was impossible—a literal pipe dream.
Everyone sighed with disappointment, though none were surprised. Killing Thanos was never meant to be easy.
"It's not from our universe," Tony added, "but that's not a problem. I'll just modify my armor specifically to fire these three bullets."
For him, that was child's play.
[Quiz complete. Commencing playback of the answer explanation.]
The system's tone chimed again, and a new video appeared on the giant screen.
Everyone quickly focused their attention.
The image opened on a breathtaking planet—lush green forests, waterfalls, and mountains—it looked like a literal paradise.
Just from the visuals alone, some people already thought, "I'd vacation there."
Living in a place like that… must feel like heaven.
Whoosh!
An oval-shaped spaceship slowly descended upon the peaceful world. The hatch opened, and a floating platform extended outward.
Five figures stood atop it.
Four were instantly recognizable—Star-Lord, Drax, Gamora, and Mantis.
The fifth was a burly, bearded man standing proudly at the front.
"That guy must be Star-Lord's father," Thor guessed—and everyone silently agreed.
And they were right. The bearded man was Ego, Peter Quill's biological father. The planet itself… was Ego's true body.
"Welcome," Ego said with a smug grin, "to my world."
"Whoa—you've got your own planet?" Star-Lord exclaimed, sounding like a country bumpkin visiting the city for the first time.
"Nothing special. It's not even as big as Earth's moon," Ego said, shrugging—clearly showing off.
But that brag was a bit too forced, his grin stretching nearly ear to ear as if he wanted to scream, "Look how awesome I am!"
"Modesty! I like that," Drax added approvingly. "I, too, am a very humble person."
Everyone else: "..."
Humble?Yeah, right.
This big oaf was a walking brain malfunction, and now they had proof.
The group continued touring Ego's planet, admiring the surreal landscapes, until they finally entered a grand palace at the planet's core.
"You have your own planet," Gamora asked, "and you destroyed dozens of ships without even wearing a spacesuit. Who are you?"
Her words made everyone watching tense up.
Dozens of ships… without a spacesuit? That meant Ego had fought in space, with his bare hands!
And if he could do that—then he wasn't just powerful… he was practically divine.
"I'm what they call a Celestial, my dear," Ego said smoothly.
"A Celestial? You mean… a god?" Star-Lord asked, stunned.
"Just a regular god, son," Ego said with a casual shrug. "At least, during my more humble days—like Drax."
That sealed it.Stone-cold proof—Star-Lord's father was indeed a god.
And as a bonus, they now knew exactly who Drax the Destroyer really was—the musclebound idiot always tagging along with Quill, somehow dumber than him but nearly indestructible.
Even if he lacked brains, his strength and endurance were monstrous—practically a one-man tank, as they'd seen in the battle against Ronan.
Then, back in the footage, Ego began recounting his story:
"At first, I didn't even know where I came from. My earliest memory was… a flicker—just drifting in space, alone."
As he spoke, a glowing, pulsating brain appeared before them, visualizing his origin.
That was Ego's true beginning—the moment he was born as consciousness itself.
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