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Dust choked the street, crowds scattering in panic.
Gamora stumbled, the Orb rolling from her hand—straight to the feet of a bald man in a white cape and yellow suit.
Saitama bent down, scratched his cheek, and picked it up.
"Uh… you dropped this?"
Clang!
Gamora whipped her collapsible sword staff into his head, trying to make him let go.
But the blow sparked against his skin and bounced off harmlessly.
[ Ding! Welcome, Saitama, to the Guardians of the Galaxy world. As this is your consecutive transfer, you receive a random optional quest—no penalty for refusal. ]
[ Ding! Quest generated: A true cosmic slacker needs a pet. Obtain a pet on Xandar. Rewards based on quality and number. ]
"…A pet?" Saitama blinked.
The system knew him too well. A pet was nice, but where was he supposed to find one? He was broke, lost, and didn't know anyone here.
Suddenly—fwump!
A thick black sack dropped over him.
"Gotcha, baldy."
A raspy voice sneered.
Rocket Raccoon grinned, hefting his blaster. "Easy job. Orb's ours. We'll cash in, eat like kings."
Beside him, Groot loomed silently.
"Hey! That's mine!" Star-Lord shouted, lunging, energy whip flashing.
Gamora drew her blade, stalking Groot. She meant to hack him apart as a warning.
But when she neared, her steps slowed. She froze, frowning.
"…What?"
Even Rocket paused mid-swing. Groot was tugging at the sack—desperately trying to hoist Saitama onto his back.
No matter how hard he pulled, the bald man didn't budge an inch.
"Groot! What are you doing, you idiot?!" Rocket yelled.
Gamora clenched her jaw and slashed at the sack—but at the last second turned the blade aside, unwilling to kill.
The strike, enough to shatter armor, rebounded with a deafening clang. Blood split her palm, her weapon flying from her hand.
Riiip—
The sack tore.
Saitama stepped out, Orb dangling from one hand, eyes blank.
"Huh. A green lady… a tree… a cute raccoon? And… another weird guy. Colorful place."
"I'm not a raccoon!!" Rocket screamed, firing an electric net.
Saitama tilted his head. The net missed.
Gamora, Quill, Rocket, Groot—all froze.
This man wasn't ordinary.
Only Gamora recognized the feeling—an aura of unfathomable power.
She'd only felt it once before, standing before Thanos.
Before anyone could speak—
BOOM!
Golden beams rained down.
Nova Corps gunships descended, particle fields locking onto the group.
"Subject 89P13, put down your weapons! You are under arrest for endangering lives and property!"
Rocket groaned. Quill cursed. Gamora tensed. Groot wilted.
But then—
"Commander! Something's wrong!"
A Nova soldier pointed.
Saitama stood in the tractor field.
Unaffected.
The golden energy that should have lifted him into the air… did nothing.
He stood there calmly, cape swaying, as if the law of physics itself had given up.
(End of Chapter)
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