Looks Like We're in Trouble

Jason's eyes flickered several times.

"There'll be a chance, there definitely will be!!"

Lorelei put away the Orb in her hand. "I think I've heard the name Ronan mentioned recently. They broadcast news about him quite often too, don't they?"

"You don't know Ronan?"

Gamora looked at Lorelei in surprise. How could someone this powerful not even know Ronan?

"Is he famous? Oh, perhaps he is. I've heard all of you mention him these past few days, but I don't know what they do. They do seem to be very powerful, though."

"I've been separated from the outside world for a little too long. There are many things I don't remember."

Lorelei said this calmly.

"What did you do? You look like you're only in your twenties or thirties."

Quill couldn't help asking. Even now, Lorelei's voice still made him uneasy.

"It was an experience I really don't want to remember. It was far too dark. If not for the boss, I'm afraid I might have returned to that darkness."

"A place where even suicide was impossible. It really would've been better to die."

Lorelei looked at the puzzled gazes of the others and spoke painfully as she recalled it.

Yet Lorelei's words caused everyone present to empathize with her.

Rocket's experiences had been even darker than everyone imagined.

Gamora had been trained as a Killing Machine from childhood. Whenever she lost, part of her body would be turned into a machine, or she would die.

Back then, Gamora had never thought about the future. She had only focused on surviving the day.

Quill was the same. Yondu had trained him harshly from childhood, and he had grown up among those low-intelligence Ravagers.

He had been brought aboard a spaceship full of aliens as a child, where he learned thievery,