“When will it be delivered?”
Luke tried to find a couch to sit on but found that the entire VIP room had been wiped out except for a part of the floor, which was temporarily intact.
He could only teleport himself and the Grandmaster to the next room.
Fortunately, in terms of power control, compared with his Kryptonian younger cousin, who was a humanoid demolition machine, Superman’s older cousin was more skillful.
The VIP room next door wasn’t affected. Luke found what he wanted and sat on the sofa.
If he let go of his control, not only the fleet and a room but the entire planet of Sakaar would cease to exist.
“I’ll get it done in the shortest possible time.”
The Grandmaster glanced at Luke from time to time, wondering when such a powerful person had appeared on Earth.
About that backward planet located in the solar system, he had only heard the name Odin of Asgard and the spokesperson of the Vishanti, the Sorcerer Supreme.
Beyond that, there was nothing noteworthy.
It was said to be a mysterious place.
A long, long time ago, the Celestials visited Earth and left their creations behind.
Thanos, the fierce and famous mad titan, was always thinking about the blue planet and coveting the legendary Infinity Stones.
“Three space fleets will soon be assembled and forwarded to you, and all kinds of supporting equipment for terraforming planets will be purchased as soon as possible. It won’t delay you, Sir.”
The Grandmaster restrained his distracting thoughts and readily agreed.
Having lived for such a long time, wealth and dignity were things the Elder of the Universe didn’t really need to place importance on.
As long as it didn’t deprive him of his only two pleasures, betting on things and setting up competitions, everything else was negotiable.
That’s just how they were, losing a hobby was simply worse than death.
Because, by then, an endless life would be a curse.
“However, the search for a habitable planet in the solar system … may take a little time.”
The Grandmaster carefully said so.
A supreme being at, at least a Skyfather level, was entitled to respect wherever he went.
And, thinking of Luke’s previous delicate control of breaking matter into atomic dust and the terrifying momentum that made the planet tremble…
The Elder of the Universe thought that the other party might be above a Skyfather level.
‘A singularity?’
The Grandmaster’s body slightly shook, and he quickly got rid of the speculation in his head.
The Celestials, which once used the universe as a testing ground, were on par with the singularities.
If Luke had such terrifying strength, killing the Grandmaster would be easy.
Even if he had dozens of space fleets, they wouldn’t be able to stop the other party.
“Your slave catcher ships travel through the galaxy and spread throughout the stars. Don’t you have a detailed star map?”
Luke raised an eyebrow. He wouldn’t have cared much about such issues. It could be earlier or later.
But considering the Grandmaster’s nature, as someone who only listened to harsh words, Luke made himself look stern.
‘Why did people call him an Elder of the Universe? He’s really underwhelming.’
He was almost blown out of the room when Luke got a little serious.
“You didn’t know? I’m just doing some manpower trading. The slave catching ships mostly stay, hovering in the galaxy’s three empires in various starports, or interstellar routes of the transit planets.”
The Grandmaster didn’t have the proper bearing of an Elder of the Universe at all. He looked like someone being bullied into submission, whining that it wasn’t fair.
Luke nodded, then shook his head again.
He understood the reasoning, but the other party should be the one to solve the problem.
For any creature, the more they were forced, the easier they were to talk to. The more they talked, the more they would relax and forget about the pressure.
For example, Zod.
The Kryptonian General wasn’t acutely aware of the brutal fact that he had been reduced to a worker.
If there was a chance, Luke had to pummel that fact into his head.
“Oh, I have a brother.”
The Grandmaster looked bitter but soon found a way.
“I wonder if you have heard of Taneleer Tivan, Sir?”
Luke hesitated a moment and lightly said, “The Tivan Group? The Collector in Knowhere?”
“That’s right.”
The Grandmaster rubbed his hands. A look of joy flashed through his eyes, somehow making him look like a thief.
“He’s the owner of Knowhere, where the Tivan group is stationed all year round.”
“Since it isn’t subject to the laws of the three major galactic empires, people like cosmic mercenaries, space pirates, smugglers, slave traders, wanted criminals … ‘talents’ of all kinds have gathered there.”
“Any kind of news from all corners of the galaxy will eventually flow into Knowhere.”
“I believe that the Tivan Group could meet all your needs, Sir.”
Luke paused, took a deep look at the Grandmaster, and whispered, “You have such sweet brotherly love.”
If the Collector knew that his brother was ready to move the disaster that came to the garbage dump to him, he would be moved to tears.
“How could that be? This is nothing, as long as I can share your worries and solve your problems, Sir.”
The Grandmaster didn’t have any problems placing himself in the role of a lapdog.
As for screwing over the Collector?
They were brothers.
What’s wrong with blocking a blow for your brother?!
Luke was amazed at the chutzpah of this Elder of the Universe and the lack of dignity.
Thinking, it wasn’t without reason that this guy could live such a long life in the dangerous Marvel Universe.
“I’ll convey your deep feelings to Tivan.”
As the saying goes, no one has the heart to slap a clown.
The Grandmaster was so fawning that Luke didn’t have the heart to make excessive demands.
He had to turn his eyes to the two figures in the arena.
One was standing while the other was on the ground.
As Luke was extorting the Grandmaster, Zod had beaten Beta Ray Bill to the ground.
As long as there was no magical attack, mind control, and Kryptonian weapons … Usually, Kryptonians would seem invincible.
Even if Beta Ray Bill was a powerful warrior…
Compared with Zod, he was still inferior.
“That … brave warrior. Is he one of your people, Sir?”
Thinking of the space fleet that was destroyed by Luke, that he actually wanted to use against Zod…
The Grandmaster couldn’t help but come to that conclusion.
“Not really, I’m just employing him for now.”
Luke smiled and waved at the Kryptonian General standing below.
The Kryptonian General slightly scowled, seemingly not too fond of such a casual gesture.
After a moment’s hesitation, he still obeyed Luke’s wishes.
Smashing through the floor-to-ceiling window of the VIP room, he strode in.
“What’s the matter?”
Zod coldly asked.
He looked over at the Grandmaster on the sofa, and a cold glint passed through his eyes.
Perhaps sympathetic to Beta Ray Bill’s plight, the Kryptonian General was disgusted with the owner of this gladiatorial arena, the Lord of Sakaar, the Grandmaster.
“His name is Dru-Zod. He is one of my employees.”
Luke didn’t seem to notice the coldness. He smiled and introduced him to the Grandmaster.
“On the distant planet of Krypton, General Zod was hailed by the people as the greatest freedom fighter, the one who broke the shackles.”
“What he hates most in life is slave owners and gladiatorial proprietors. He hates them so much that he can’t wait to rip off those guys’ heads … I’m not talking about you. Don’t be nervous, don’t be afraid.”
Grandmaster wiped the sweat on his forehead, forced a smile and said, “In fact, I am also a freedom-loving person. I wanted to disband the gladiatorial arena a long time ago, but I just never found the right chance.”
“Since this … General Zod is a freedom fighter and the new champion fighter who defeated Beta Ray Bill. I’ll simply give all those gladiators to him.”
“I believe that those strong warriors will be able to live a better and free life under your command, Sir.”
Luke waved his hand, pretended to refuse with a few words, and then said, “How embarrassing … you’re really too polite.”
The Grandmaster, who was too afraid to speak his mind, continued to praise him.
Only Zod had a big question mark on his head.
‘A freedom fighter?’
‘What the hell!?’
