The Brothers Who Were Even More Real Than the Real Thing

That was the allure of the Blacklight Virus. Its memories, body, and even habits were all incredibly real—more real than the real thing. Could anyone still say I was fake?

After flipping through the native memories he had absorbed, Chen Changsheng chose his direction and shot straight into the sky. His white fur cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing the robust muscles the Collector should have possessed.

For a long-lived species with an almost infinite lifespan, how could one live that long without a strong physique?

His figure streaked through the air, and the entirety of Sakaar soon appeared before Chen Changsheng.

At the intersection of the cosmic wormholes, this should have been the most prosperous and lively place in the universe. Yet Sakaar had now become a genuine garbage dump.

Every so often, a wormhole would open in Sakaar's sky, and garbage would pour down from above. Countless native inhabitants of the planet swarmed forward like locusts, picking through the refuse in search of anything useful.

Mechanical scrap, flesh, decaying matter, liquids, solids... No matter what kind of garbage it was, someone would need it. Violence and bloodshed were themes Sakaar could never do without.

Compared with the countless native inhabitants swarming wildly across the ground like locusts, the sky was also filled with highly advanced spacecraft of all different models.

Chen Changsheng had seen quite a few of them on Xandar and Sovereign. Clearly, this place was not as ignorant and desolate as one might imagine.

Chen Changsheng flew past at top speed, stirring up waves of sonic booms in the sky. He had no intention of concealing himself at all. After all, as Grandmaster's brother, coming to Sakaar to visit family was perfectly normal.

With the Collector's appearance, Chen Changsheng headed straight for the City of Champions