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"What the hell? How is this possible?"
Nova Corps leader Rhomann Dey was shaken.
"Increase output—arrest him!" he barked.
Before countless citizens, if the Nova Corps—protectors of Xandar—couldn't handle a handful of misfits, their shame would echo across the galaxy.
Especially that bald guy, standing atop a crater he himself had made.
Dozens of warships fired tractor beams, engines roaring at full power.
The ground split under Saitama's feet—
Yet he stood unmoved, like a mountain.
"This feels like that octopus alien's trick…" Saitama muttered.
The force reminded him of Boros's men—psionic control versus advanced tech.
He looked up at Rhomann's channel. "What are you doing?"
"What? You destroyed public property—you'll be arrested!" Rhomann roared.
His mind raced, weighing reinforcements versus harsher measures. The shame was unbearable.
"Ah… yeah, that's my bad."
Saitama shrugged, glancing at the rubble, then calmly raised his hands in surrender.
Objectively, he had trashed the street on arrival. As a professional hero, he felt a little guilty.
"…Ugh!!"
Rhomann twitched, stunned into silence, then growled, "Take him away!"
…
Xandar's capital.
In a shining tower, Nova Prime Irani Rael closed comms with the Kree Empire.
The Kree blamed Ronan for fresh atrocities, but she ignored it, weary from endless disputes.
"Good news—we captured Ronan's allies," an officer reported.
Holograms flickered:
– Gamora, Thanos's adopted daughter, trained as a living weapon.
– Subject 89P13: Rocket, a genetically engineered raccoon.
– Groot, a humanoid tree.
– Peter Quill, human outlaw, self-proclaimed "Star-Lord," specialty: dancing.
"…And this one." Rhomann's image appeared on-screen.
"Saitama. Claims to be a 'professional hero' from Earth. Responsible for the downtown crater. Probably negligible."
But even as he said it, his lips twitched. That bald man gave him a bad feeling.
"Professional hero? Earth has such things?" Nova Prime asked coolly.
"Yes, but he doesn't seem troublesome," Rhomann muttered.
"I don't have time for this. Send all five to Kyln Prison." She sighed. Ronan and Thanos weighed on her far more than a bald stranger.
"Yes, ma'am."
…
Kyln Prison.
Built deep in a shattered asteroid field, designed to hold the galaxy's worst.
Escorted by Nova ships, Saitama, Quill, Gamora, Rocket, and Groot entered its gates.
"Interesting place," Saitama mused, glancing around.
His system's quest—find a pet—came to mind. Maybe that raccoon or tree would qualify?
"Hey, you're strong, right?" Quill sidled up to him.
"Don't worry. Prison's nothing. I've escaped 22 times."
Rocket scoffed. "Please. You wouldn't last two days without me."
"Groot," added Groot.
"I wasn't talking to you, raccoon," Quill shot back.
"Who's a raccoon?!" Rocket exploded. "Say that again and you're dead!"
They bickered. Saitama ignored them.
[ Ding! Host has entered Kyln Prison. Optional quest available: Enjoy a 10-day Prison Tour Package. No penalty if failed. Complete for bonus points. ]
"…Ten days? Really?" Saitama muttered.
The system truly catered to his slacker nature. A prison vacation.
"Well, I guess I'll stay put for ten days. No jailbreaks."
Quill blinked. "You talk like you could just walk out whenever you want…"
After intake showers, guards barked at Quill, Gamora, Rocket, and Groot.
But strangely, they treated Saitama with respect—no uniform, no rough handling, just polite escorting.
…
"Ha! There you are, Gamora! You're dead!"
The moment she stepped inside, the prison erupted.
A thousand inmates shrieked, pounding against barriers, thirsting for Thanos's daughter's blood.
The Kyln had never been so loud.
(End of Chapter)
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