The situation here was clearly different. The bones and spinal fluid of an ancient Celestial were more than mere stimulants; otherwise, they could never command such high prices and remain in such short supply on the black market.
The most valuable things on the black market were always related to power. Whether it was devastating weapons, advanced equipment, or all kinds of spacecraft, they were far more expensive than stimulants that could be synthesized with ease.
And the most expensive of all were potions that could enhance one's strength!
But according to Gamora, Tivan apparently had not mastered a way to use the Celestial remains to strengthen the body. Otherwise, he would never have sold such precious materials directly.
These things had ultimately ended up in the hands of major forces, which had found ways to use them for enhancement through experimentation and research.
Perhaps the potions used to enhance Gamora and Rocket Raccoon had included these materials.
As they spoke, they had already reached the street. Seeing it up close gave them a clearer understanding of Knowhere's condition.
Just as Gamora had said, this was not some city or fortress, but a colonial mining site.
Most of the towering structures they had seen from the spacecraft were production facilities, likely used to process the materials extracted from the Celestial's remains.
The low buildings before them were where the people here actually lived.
Aliens of many different species, with temperaments remarkably similar to the prisoners of Kyln Prison, passed by them. More than half wore identical red work uniforms.
"The work here is dangerous and illegal. It only suits desperadoes."
Ignoring the appraising looks cast their way from time to time, Gamora led the group forward as she spoke.
This place was not much better than Kyln Prison. No normal