The Collector

The Land of No Law was a very special place in the universe. Although many people gathered here, it was neither a planet nor an artificial space station. It was the skeletal head of an ancient super-being.

The Devan Group had been the first to discover this place, and they were also its controllers. They constantly mined the super-being's remaining brain tissue, neural fluid, and similar materials. Apparently, those things sold quite well.

However, the Devan Group was an organization purely driven by profit. Though they controlled this place, they seemed to have little interest in managing it. Thus, there was only one rule here: do not touch the Devan Group's property. Everything else was fair game.

As a result, this lawless land had become a gathering place for space pirates, mercenaries, and adventurers. Theft, robbery, murder, black-market deals, and the like were everywhere.

"What a... nice place." Evenson was currently in the city within the Land of No Law, looking around at everything with fresh curiosity. Compared to Asgard, the high-tech buildings here fit his image of an alien world much better. "Though I don't like the atmosphere here, or this stench, I have to admit that it's a good place."

"What's so good about it?" Sif, traveling alongside Evenson, still wore her usual armor, though she had deliberately added a broad cape behind her. In her right hand, she carried something like a lantern, carefully concealed beneath the cape. Her other hand covered her nose, and her eyes were full of unconcealed disgust. "It's filthy, chaotic, and awful!"

Sif held a high position in Asgard. Though she could not be called pampered, and had fought her way through battlefields, she deeply disliked places like this.

"Because it's free." Evenson shrugged and smiled. "Everything you see is freedom in