"Name unknown, gender unknown, race unknown..."
Irani Rael looked at the many question marks flashing on the screen. Her face darkened, and she turned to Rhomann and asked,
"Where did you find this strange thing? Even the universe's biological encyclopedia can't scan his identity information."
"He's a synthezoid, a brand-new intelligent life-form with a body made of indestructible materials." Rhomann Dey leaned casually against the console, holding a bag of snacks in his hand. He stuffed a handful into his mouth and spoke unclearly.
"Did you see the gem on his head? One of the Infinity Stones. All of his energy comes from it." Rhomann pointed at Renzo on the screen, who had already changed into a prison uniform. A bright, sparkling gem was embedded in the center of his forehead.
"An Infinity Stone?!"
Irani Rael shouted in surprise. How could such a cosmic-level treasure appear again? Xandar had already gone to great lengths to keep one Power Stone, and now another Infinity Stone had appeared.
Irani Rael leaned back in her seat worriedly, holding her forehead with one hand and turning a deaf ear to the beeping communicator.
"If other forces learn about this, Xandar will definitely suffer a devastating blow from them, just like when Ronan came more than two years ago."
Irani immediately regretted locking Renzo up. He should have been driven far away, preferably far away from this galaxy, so Xandar would not be affected.
"This is a good thing." Rhomann casually crumpled the empty snack bag into a ball, held it tightly in his hand, and teased Irani Rael, "If we master the power of two Infinity Stones, then except for those godlike guys, no one in this universe will be a match for Xandar."
"The Kree Empire and the Black Order will all become our defeated enemies."
"No! Xandar's current military strength is too weak. Ronan's invasion caused our Corps to suffer large-scale casualties. Those backbone forces are dead. Now the entire planet is in a state of post-disaster reconstruction, and there are no extra troops to protect another Infinity Stone."
"And if this attracts attacks from other forces, whether Xandar can continue to exist will still be a question, let alone controlling the Infinity Stones. That is simply wishful thinking!"
Irani was a typical conservative. She was somewhat submissive when handling matters and did not like war. As a soldier, she lacked blood and strength, but as a commander, she only wanted to run Xandar well and turn it into an interstellar society where people did not have to worry about war or food.
Rhomann was different from her. Rhomann was a soldier. Even though he had later retired due to injury, he still retained the blood and arrogance in his heart. As a centurion of the Nova Corps, a former battle hero, and a terrifying warrior famous throughout the universe, Rhomann naturally had a certain ambition. He wanted to lead the entire planet of Xandar toward the glory he envisioned.
The dividing line between ideal and reality was right on Renzo's forehead.
Irani was speechless, but the stirring emotion in her pupils also showed that she was... tempted.
At the same time
Renzo, in the prison, was naturally greeted by a group of alien inmates the moment he entered. When Renzo stuffed the head of the man leading them into his underling's backside, the whole prison fell silent. Everyone, criminal and prison guard alike, looked at him with admiration and fear. After all, no one wanted to feel an extra head in their backside, or feel their head being shoved into someone else's.
"Just kidding. I'm a pure man, the kind with a girlfriend!"
Renzo scanned everyone in the prison unscrupulously. Some of the guys looked familiar. They must have appeared in Guardians of the Galaxy and had not yet been released. Who knew how serious their crimes were?
Renzo did not want to care about that scum. The behavior of the street thugs in the Guardians of the Galaxy was similar to theirs. The only difference was that the Guardians of the Galaxy were the protagonists, while they were just a group of criminals.
Suddenly, Renzo found a child with blue skin in the corner. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he had one more pair of leg irons than the other criminals. He was curled up in the corner, his head lowered and buried between his knees, looking timid and afraid of getting into trouble.
"Blue skin? Kree?"
Renzo stared silently at the boy for a while, then walked straight toward him.
Cartel was huddled in the corner with his knees in his arms. If he raised his head, others would be able to see his scarred face, covered in bruises and wounds. It was obvious he had been beaten into a miserable state.
Cartel, a Kree, was, to be precise, a low-level person in the Kree Empire. His parents had died in the war to invade other planets, and he had become an orphan.
In the Kree Empire, strength was an important criterion for measuring a person's social status. Unfortunately, Cartel had no strength, and he also had no background. Although he was a pure-blooded Kree, he was always rejected.
Cartel, wanting to change all this, resolutely chose to enlist and join the Kree Empire's fleet. By chance, he became an insignificant ship handyman under Ronan, mainly responsible for maintaining the fleet and preparing food for the soldiers.
He had originally thought that joining the army would change his situation, but he had not expected that even after joining the fleet, he still could not change his fate of being bullied. The group of Kree soldiers often made fun of his parents, which always aroused Cartel's anger, and afterward, he would be beaten down by the group. This happened every day. Every day, the boy would fall asleep holding his scarred body. From time to time, he would wake up in pain in the middle of the night, only to suffer another beating.
He gradually became used to this kind of life, and his originally passionate heart gradually grew numb. He followed Ronan's command to invade other planets all day long. After seeing the indigenous people of those planets being slaughtered again and again, the burning heart inside Cartel completely went numb.
He thought that would be the darkest and most inescapable place in his life, until Ronan was defeated by a group of gangsters whose names he did not know. Cartel was arrested as Ronan's accomplice. The other Kree soldiers had long since been sentenced to death, dying on that day more than two years ago.
Only he, because he had not participated in the invasion war, was sentenced to life imprisonment and forbidden from stepping out of prison for eternity.
He used to think that this was not bad. Free food and drink, a place to live, and no need to be woken up in the middle of the night and beaten. That was already very satisfying for him.
Until one day, the prison bully came to him, surrounded him with a group of underlings, threatened him, and ordered him to "serve" them.
Even if he was weak, the blood of the Kree could not be stained by just anyone. Cartel resolutely fought back, and then every night, he was dragged away by the prison bully for "service." This kind of life lasted for two full years.
His heart had long since died, and so had his dignity. It vanished beneath slap after slap. Every night, he would dream of those people's disgusting smiles, and their ferocious faces appeared in his mind like an indescribable curse he could not escape, tightly entwining him.
But... it seemed something unexpected had happened today...
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