*BOOM!*
The light of the Bifrost faded.
Loki, unconscious, lay on the ground. He looked utterly disheveled, his silver armor shattered, strange eyes writhing within the cracks of his body.
Then, like a ghost, Ben detached from Loki's body.
The Destroyer Armor on Loki automatically shed, falling off piece by piece like wilting flower petals.
After Loki fainted, the Destroyer, having lost its life force supply, naturally ceased its activity.
This made it convenient for Ben to collect them.
He transformed into Diamondhead once more. With a wave of his hand, crystals immediately gathered, enveloping all the fragments. Then, he pressed onto the massive crystal, sending the Destroyer's fragments deep underground.
Actually, this method of storing things carried some risk. It was fine on Earth; the generally rudimentary instruments might not detect the presence of those crystals. But on Sakaar, the Scavengers would practically dig three feet into the ground for anything valuable.
However, Ben had no choice.
He currently had no space-storage equipment on him. Unless he wore the armor constantly, there was no other way.
He could store them within Diamondhead's body, but that would mean he couldn't revert his transformation temporarily.
"Sakaar isn't that peaceful; conquering it won't be easy."
Ben's gaze swept across his surroundings.
Fragments of machine parts were everywhere. Various kinds of scrapped machines were piled high, covering Sakaar's original red soil. There was hardly a clear path; one wrong step could lead to a fall and being buried by discarded parts.
The air here wasn't exactly foul. The waste left on Sakaar was mostly mechanical junk, not something that would emit a stench.
Even if some civilization intended to discard excrement or other waste, it would be vaporized by the high temperatures during atmospheric entry.
On Sakaar, one should worry less about filth falling from the sky and more about the smell of rotting corpses of those who died from poverty and hunger, or the stench of the unfortunate souls beaten to death in the Arena...
Speaking of Sakaar's Arena, that was Ben's target.
Most aliens who accidentally arrived on Sakaar were sent to the Arena, forced to fight battle after battle under the ruler's coercion.
In other words, the planet's strongest combatants were gathered there, and countless genes could be cataloged by the Little Broken Watch.
In truth, in the Marvel Universe, most aliens were just average. Few races were powerful enough to surpass the thirteen alien heroes Ben currently wielded.
The ten basic alien heroes of the first generation were already capable of facing various crises in their normal states.
In fact, in terms of individual combat prowess, most races might not even be as strong as his base form with Spider-Man's abilities.
However, the Little Broken Watch was never meant to be a weapon. Although it was used as one most of the time, Ben hadn't forgotten Azmuth's original intention when creating it.
Therefore, collecting various alien genes, besides enhancing his own combat power, was also a small sense of responsibility as the wielder of the Noah's Ark.
Of course, this wasn't entirely without benefits for Ben.
The different forms of genes from various races could also become his research subjects. After all, Ben intended to create his own Omnitrix based on the Little Broken Watch!
Furthermore, some alien races might not be strong, but they possessed special abilities.
For example, the Skrulls and Kree had mimicry abilities, and the Groot race could regenerate new individuals from their corpses after death...
The universe is diverse, and so is life.
One cannot judge value solely by strength.
"I wonder if there are any Skrulls or Kree in the Arena," Ben mused.
But he knew the possibility was slim.
Firstly, the Skrull and Kree civilizations were extremely powerful in the universe, even to the point of being considered empires. It was rare for individuals of these races to end up in a place like Sakaar.
Moreover, even if they unfortunately ended up here, with the combat power of a Skrull or Kree, surviving on Sakaar wouldn't be easy.
He shook his head, his gaze drifting upwards to Sakaar's pale gray sky.
The atmospheric environment of this planet was very similar to Earth's, and the gravity was almost the same. This gravitational environment pleased Ben greatly.
This environment was quite suitable for survival. Coupled with the already developed technology and the various machine parts that might fall from space, Sakaar was even more suitable for establishing a Galactic Plumbers base.
And the gladiators in Sakaar's Arena could serve as the first batch of reserve members for the Galactic Plumbers.
"But before that, I still need to occupy Sakaar and overthrow the planet's original ruler."
In the movie, the ruler of this planet was the Grandmaster, one of the Elders of the Universe.
That old geezer was a bit tricky. Although he didn't display much combat power in the film, the Grandmaster was actually quite strong and could even be immune to various physical attacks.
"I'll just infiltrate the Arena first and see what the situation is."
Ben thought for a moment and made his decision.
To conquer a planet, relying solely on himself would clearly be too strenuous.
Therefore, he planned to replicate Hulk's approach in the comics: dominate the Arena, then incite all the gladiators within the Arena to start a rebellion.
His time was tight, only one month.
Because in one month, Midtown High School would reopen.
"Seriously? I'm conquering the universe, and I still have to go to school."
He sighed helplessly. Just then, over a dozen spaceships rapidly approached from different directions.
Clearly, it was those Sakaar Scavengers.
Seeing this, Ben quickly canceled his transformation, pretended to be unconscious, and lay down beside Loki. He planned to sneak into the Arena this way.
"Boom!"
The spaceships spewed flames and hovered in mid-air.
A spaceship from the east was the first to issue a warning.
"This prey was discovered by me first, get lost!"
The spaceship from the west didn't send any communication, but it directly aimed its cannons and indiscriminately attacked the other ships!
"Boom!"
No one expected that spaceship to be so lawless, to dare to attack directly. After all, in most situations, they would avoid using high-powered weapons and engage in direct combat.
Doing so was not only dangerous but could also damage the "treasure." If they weren't careful, they might end up losing everything and their own lives instead of gaining any benefits.
But Valkyrie didn't care.
To thrive on Sakaar, one couldn't rely on following the rules!
"Boom!"
After a barrage of gunfire, the other ships were shot down in an instant.
At this moment, the black spaceship's hatch opened, and a blonde woman in black armor stumbled out, clearly drunk.
These past few days, I've been desperately typing, preparing for the shelves on Monday. As a result, I finally managed to write two extra chapters, but I made a mistake yesterday and sent this one out first, sob sob sob.
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