Contraxia.
Although this planet was fairly well known across the galaxy as a famous haven of "entertainment," unlike Sakaar and Knowhere, where people likewise paid for their pleasures, Contraxia had no ruler in the true sense.
The planet lacked a powerful figure to protect it. Even though Contraxia's administrators had used all sorts of means to establish ties with interstellar forces such as the Ravagers, those connections were little use when a truly powerful threat appeared.
Just like now.
Boom!
A burly man wearing crude armor and carrying an enormous one-handed axe smashed through the wall and entered the largest dance hall on Contraxia.
"Are you sure this is the place?"
Cull Obsidian ignored the crowds screaming and fleeing in every direction. With a casual swing of his axe, he cut the cautiously approaching manager in half, then turned his head and asked in a rumbling voice.
Behind him stood a slender figure in a hooded cloak. She slowly raised her head, revealing a blue face covered in tattoos.
Supergiant did not answer Cull Obsidian's pointless question. She swept her psychic power through the entire dance hall, then raised a finger and pointed at someone nearby.
Unlike most of the panicked customers, this man seemed unconcerned by Cull Obsidian and Supergiant's arrival. He remained calmly seated, drinking the liquor served by the dance hall.
Sensing the fluctuation in psychic power, Martin Lee set down his glass and turned toward its source, only to discover, to his surprise, that she seemed to be pointing at him.
"That's strange. Do I know her?"
Martin Lee scratched his head in confusion. His relationships with these alien women had always been straightforward, but he had no recollection of Supergiant.
Although her curvaceous figure was very much to Martin's taste, that tattoo-covered blue face was