Ben Is Also Ben

The great Felicia once said:

For a proper gaming session, you absolutely need five people!

So that night she met up with Mary Jane, Eunice, and Wanda, and the five of them started arranging their names.

Some people say there are six people, but that's completely wrong.

Because Felicia and her group of five were on one team, while Ben was on another.

Five against one, comparable to the Five Kage vs. Uchiha Madara. Of course, the result was the same, and even the process was the same.

The rookie Charmcaster was as weak as a water shadow, and challenged Ben to a five-on-one fight. Then Ben used his clone ability, turning it into a twenty-five-on-five battle.

The Charmcaster was completely dumbfounded.

"Having more people won't help; he can create clones." The Charmcaster questioned the great Felicia's famous saying.

"If you hadn't provoked him, he wouldn't have used that tactic," Felicia said, her eyes brimming with tears. "In my experience, he can easily handle five people."

"Each of us only needs to withstand two waves of attacks, and we won't suffer much."

She said irritably.

It's like Thor fighting Ultron. Everything was going well, but then you had to pick on a Brazil girl, and now you've got ganged up on.

Learn from this next time!

She angrily slapped the Charmcaster, Little Turtle.

"Ouch, stop hitting me, it's swollen!"

On Ben's side, an epic battle had raged, nearly obliterating the very laws of cause and effect. Meanwhile, in space, a dilapidated spaceship, resembling a petrel, was still flying. Inside the ship, Star-Lord's classic "Come and Get Your Love" melody played rhythmically.

Hey!

"What's the matter with your head? yeah~"

Star-Lord was singing and dancing when he got elbowed by Rocket.

"Can you please stop singing?"

"Your hoarse voice is disturbing my research on the Tachyon Engine technology." Rocket glared at him, still holding the blueprints in his hand.

"I'm the captain, what's wrong with me singing anthems!" Star-Lord immediately retorted, "Look at this whole ship! Raccoons! Alien female insects! Trees! I'm practically Zoo Keeper!"

Everyone he called out looked completely bewildered, except for the Destroyer.

"Hahaha, you're a fat pig."

Drax laughed like an idiot, not forgetting to mock Star-Lord's waist, which was almost as thick as his shoulders.

"Then you're a gorilla!"

The Rocket no longer care about being called the Raccoon, because they've realized they really are a raccoon.

"Stop arguing!" he shouted. "Can't you guys just let me study this in peace for a bit? If I can figure out these blueprints, maybe I can make our spaceship go a little faster!"

"My spaceship."

Star-Lord emphasized, then leaned back in his chair and said, "Why do you insist on studying this? The Galactic Plumbers have upgraded our engine for free; just use it."

"What if it breaks one day?"

Rocket retorted irritably, "Who's flying like a drunk driver all day! Crashing into eight hundred asteroids a day?"

Without me, this team will fall apart sooner or later—no, it will die.

Star-Lord was speechless, and finally turned off the music, remaining quiet for a while.

The Rocket continued studying the engine. After a while, it looked up and said, "What an ingenious design. I must say, there are geniuses in the universe."

"I've come up with an improvement."

"Could make the spaceship faster?"

"No, it's about turning the engine's power into weapon power." Rocket grinned; this was his forte. "I need some rare metals and fuel."

Star-Lord immediately became alert. "Just so you know, we don't have a habit of saving money."

"You don't need to tell me," Rocket tapped twice on the spaceship's screen, and dozens of bounty posters flew over in the blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

Star-Lord raised his hand and shouted, his eyes having just been flashed by countless zeros, "Go back!"

Rocket retracted the bounty poster a few steps and stopped at a picture of an American-style spiky teenager with orange hair wearing a black denim jacket.

"This is it!"

"A reward of 100 million Rare Metal, plus a planet—who's that rich?"

"The bounty offered by the Galactic Plumbers."

Rocket said, "I guess you're not planning to catch this guy, are you? Even the Galactic Plumbers couldn't solve him, and the higher-ups said all you need to do is provide the location information and report it immediately, and you'll get a hundred million."

"After this job, we're retiring, buddy!" Star-Lord's eyes seemed to light up.

"That's absolutely right, even being killed counts as permanent retirement," the Rocket objected.

He was also greedy for money, but he was aware of his own strength. If even the Galactic Plumbers couldn't handle the enemy, they would just be easy prey if they went in.

"There is no enemy that the Galactic Plumbers cannot defeat."

Star-Lord said.

Can you imagine that Ben Parker--

"You should call him Chief Security Officer, Peter," Mantis said.

"OK, Security Officer. One of his girlfriends almost beat a Celestial to a pulp, let alone him. There's no enemy he can't handle; it's just a matter of whether he'll even consider doing it."

"The problems that Galactic Plumbers is having might not be his problems. It might just be a trivial matter for him, something that the Plumbers simply aren't capable enough."

"We're no less skilled than Plumbers, are we?"

"You have a point."

Rocket stroked his chin. "But where are we going to find that guy?"

Star-Lord remained silent.

He never thought of this. The only one with a brain in the whole team was Rocket, but now that Rocket has been persuaded, it's all over.

"I know!"

Drax raised his hand.

"Shut up!"

"Don't even think about telling any lame jokes," Star-Lord snapped.

Mantis defended Drax: "He didn't, I could feel it, Drax truly knew."

Rocket, Star-Lord, and even Mantis all turned to look at him.

Has this idiot finally figured it out today?

How did you know? Where is he?

"Right on our spaceship."

Drax said matter-of-factly.

"Walter?"

How did he end up on our spaceship?

"Of course I put him up there," Drax said proudly. "At the last supply point, I saw he was all muscle and looked like a 'man'! So I invited him."

Star-Lord:???

"He's not like you, you fatso, Peter, he's a real man!" Drax emphasized repeatedly.

"Who the hell cares about that!" Star-Lord had already pulled out his Element Gun.

He's there!

With over a billion dollars and a planet right before your eyes, who cares if their body fat percentage is too high?

Peter just wanted to blow the other guy's head off as soon as possible, then go to the Galactic Plumbers to collect his money.

He already longed for the incredible suction sensation of those Tentacle Octopus Girl in the Knowhere.

"I don't know, it disappeared after it boarded the spaceship." Delasco shook his head.

Rocket suddenly realized something was wrong. "Wait, which of us is piloting the spaceship?"