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One-tenth of an Ordinary Headbutt!
Saitama's shining bald head smashed against Drax's skull.
"You think I'm scared?! I—"
Bang!
The two heads collided.
But in the next instant, Drax's scalp burst open, blood spraying everywhere. He didn't even get the chance to scream before his body shot backward at near sonic speed.
Boom!
He tore through the thick walls of Kyln Prison, blasting a five- to six-meter-wide hole clean through.
Outside, dozens of Chitauri-class patrol crafts had already arrived to suppress the riot.
The warden cursed. "That damned Drax! Always causing chaos! One day I'll see him dead—"
Then his words froze.
Everyone stared, dumbstruck, as Drax's mangled body smashed into a giant asteroid, embedding deep with blood pouring out.
"Th-the Destroyer… Drax?!"
They couldn't believe their eyes.
And then he appeared.
Out of the hole walked a bald man in a yellow jumpsuit and white cape, electricity crackling faintly beneath his boots. Saitama's presence was like that of a god descending.
Drax coughed blood. "I… I surrender! I don't want to die… I'll live… to kill Ronan!"
Saitama looked at him with dead-fish eyes, then at the trembling guards.
"Since your Justice Value isn't negative, I'll let it go this time. Don't bother me again."
Yawning, he strolled up to one of the patrol ships and tapped on the glass.
"Excuse me, could you assign me a cell?"
The warden nearly spat blood. This monster wanted a cell assignment—like checking into a hotel!
Sweating bullets, he arranged the most luxurious VIP suite in the prison: full meals three times a day, air conditioning in summer, heating in winter, and even chilled watermelon juice.
Meanwhile, inside the prison, the chaos had died.
The inmates who once laughed and jeered now scrambled to flatter.
"Lord Quill! Star-Lord! Your reputation precedes you!"
"Lord Rocket, you're the most handsome… uh… not-an-animal I've ever seen!"
"Lady Gamora, I've adored you for so long, please let me court you!"
"Lord Groot… uh… I am Groot?"
Even Gamora blushed at the endless fawning. Quill and Rocket looked dizzy from all the compliments.
But no one was fooled—this wasn't loyalty.
They had seen the headbutt.
If that bald monster struck them once, they'd be paste. Drax, the terror of Kyln, was carried back in pieces. No one wanted that fate.
The prison was transformed overnight. Orderly. Harmonious. Peaceful.
The warden, however, broke into cold sweat. He immediately sent word to the capital.
"One headbutt… shattered Kyln Prison?" Nova Prime froze. The Kyln was built to hold interstellar monsters—yet this man had smashed through it bareheaded?
That meant… if he wanted, he could walk out at any time.
The guards weren't guarding him.
They were serving him.
"Prepare a shuttle. I will personally go to Kyln." Nova Prime declared.
"Leader, no! We don't even know his origin!" her commanders protested.
But her cold gaze silenced them. Her mind was set.
With the Kree Empire pressing them hard, if this monster could be recruited…
Meanwhile, across the Kree star system—
Ronan the Accuser was crowned ruler, clad in advanced armor and wielding the mighty Universal Weapon, the Kree Warhammer.
He had just received word:
The Orb had surfaced.
Gamora was captured.
And now, he would meet the one supporting him from the shadows—
The overlord of Titan.
(End of Chapter)
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