Undead Frenzy!

The surrender of Black Dwarf and Nebula did not affect Lowett. After the rare chance to work up a sweat and stretch his muscles, black karmic flames clothed him in light, thin garments. The Crimson-eyed Raven flew back to his shoulder and entered the cabin with him.

Though they were only a step apart, Lowett appeared in an instant at the spot deep within the Leviathan where Star-Lord and the others were.

"Then..." Lowett held out his hand.

"The deal is complete?"

Gulp!

The group swallowed nervously. After snapping back to their senses, Star-Lord immediately reached into his clothes, then froze.

"Shit!"

Rocket: "...I have a bad feeling about this."

"Groot!"

Under Lowett's calm, sideways gaze, Star-Lord searched left and right, feeling over his entire body. He was one step away from stripping naked and dancing, before finally looking up at Lowett with a miserable expression and a smile uglier than crying.

"If I said... I lost it, what would happen?"

"..."

Rocket slapped his forehead and sat on the ground, resigned to his fate.

After three seconds of silence, Lowett answered seriously, "I would pull out your soul and lock it in a soul lamp to roast for three thousand years. You would not die during that process, but you would definitely wish you could."

Just as Star-Lord was about to burst into tears, Lowett suddenly changed the subject. "But I think your concern is unnecessary. The Cosmic Orb did not fall back onto that planet while you were escaping... did it, Miss Gamora?"

Star-Lord stared at her in disbelief. "It was you?!"

Gamora took a deep breath, unzipped the small pouch at her waist, and took out a flawless sphere wrapped in layers of hollowed-out special metal.

She looked at the Cosmic Orb with conflicted eyes and replied,