Ego Who Saw Through Everything

"Uh, thank you, but no need."

Although he didn't know who this suddenly appeared Ego was, Zola's good manners still made him smile.

The Knowhere is now teeming with hidden talents, and Zola doesn't want to cause any conflicts or friction between her VIP clients and people with special abilities because of her.

She didn't want to be sent to the gladiatorial arena on Sakaar.

Driven by a strong will to survive, Zola turned her attention to Beckett again after rejecting the man who called himself Ego.

"Mr. Beckett, I—"

"Why are you following me?" Beckett interrupted Zola abruptly.

If he understood correctly, Zola's job duties didn't include this kind of persistent, clingy approach. She's just a service worker; if he dismisses her, she can simply find someone else, right?

"It's the auction house's policy, Mr. Beckett." A bitter look flashed across Zola's eyes.

If she could, she would naturally want to turn around and leave, but she simply couldn't do that.

As employees trained by the auction house specifically to serve VIPs, their sole value on Knowhere is to provide excellent service to the distinguished guests who are considered honored guests before and after the auction.

If a VIP says they don't need it, then I'm sorry, you have already lost the right to continue living on Knowhere. The mysterious Saka Arena is your only way out.

If one could break through the encirclement within the arena, they could regain their freedom. But unfortunately, since the Cosmic Auction House partnered with the Sakaar arena, not a single dismissed waiter has ever regained their freedom—not a single one.

Zola doesn't think he'll be an exception.

Of course, Zola couldn't possibly explain all these things to Beckett in detail. These were unspoken rules in their line of work, and once exposed, their deaths would be very predictable.

"This is very important to me, so please."

Zola, wielding her strongest weapon, put on a pitiful look, biting her red lips tightly. "I will arrange everything for you and do my best to create an extremely comfortable environment for you."

If you don't fight, you will die.

A strong will to survive forced Zola to make this decision.

"Oh?"

Beckett raised an eyebrow, his gaze immediately falling on the man with long, center-parted hair who introduced himself as Ego: "What if I said I didn't want to see this face?"

Beckett's lips curled into amusement.

He couldn't believe that someone with such immense power would appear before him for no reason.

Beckett's exceptional vigilance made him wary of the suddenly appearing Ego.

"So, what would you do?"

Beckett, with his arms crossed over his chest, tilted his head and watched Ego, who was holding a violin, with great interest.

Zola understood immediately, took a deep breath, and pressed the button on her identity badge in front of Beckett, completing the one-click outfit change right in front of him.

The blue uniform belonging to the Cosmic Auction House was once again on her body. Zola stood solemnly before Ego: "Sir—"

"Call me Ego."

Ego waved his hand, interrupting Zola with a smile.

"My name is Ego, I thought you already knew that." Ego shrugged, a hint of regret on his face.

"Well, Mr. Ego, I—"

"No."

Zola was interrupted by Ego's wave before she could finish speaking. The anger surging within her was forcibly suppressed by her excellent professionalism. After calming herself, Zola looked at Ego with a smile, inwardly cursing him.

How come she caused so many problems on her very first day on the job?

Is it destined that she's destined to be fodder in the Sakaar arena for the rest of her life?

Zola felt terrible and wronged. On her first day out of school and into society, she was given a harsh lesson by reality.

"You are a beautiful and charming woman. Believe me, you deserve to serve someone better."

Ego, with an air of familiarity, chatted animatedly in front of Zola: "For example, me."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ego." Zola's expression changed upon hearing this.

"Please don't insult me."

"No, no, no, I didn't insult you. I'm helping you."

"This man from another world doesn't care about you at all." Ego smiled and turned his gaze to Beckett, his eyes full of meaning.

"Thank you for your kindness, but—ah!"

Zola bowed slightly in apology and was about to refuse when an orange cat suddenly jumped onto her shoulder, startling her.

"Can you take care of my pet?"

Beckett stared directly at Ego, the playful smile on his lips growing wider.

"Hmm? Oh, please rest assured, there will be absolutely no problem."

Zola paused for a moment, then quickly reacted, her long, wavy, wine-red hair tied into a ponytail that swayed excitedly behind her head.

She no longer needs to go to the gladiatorial arena to be used as fodder!

Meow~

The orange cat, having a great time playing in the bracelet's space, smacked its lips, looked up and gazed around, and uttered a questioning sound. Its bewildered appearance, combined with its adorable little head, was simply irresistible to Zola's girlish heart.

"Energy Devouring Beast? You're really lucky."

Ego squinted, his gaze falling on the orange creature that was stepping on Zola's chest.

Even he had only seen five of them in the long years, and he had eaten one of them. The meat was sour and not very tasty.

"Is it because you possess energy within you that is different from that of this universe, and thus it appears around you?"

With Beckett's identity in mind, Ego easily deduced why the Energy Devouring Beast was appearing next to Beckett.

"Who are you?"

Beckett's playful smile gradually faded.

"My name is Ego, a traveler wandering the universe."

"Want to hear something interesting?" Ego pouted his lips and gave Zola, who was playing with the orange cat, a charming kiss.

"About twenty years ago, I think. I can't remember the exact time. I have a lot of things to remember, so you know." Ego shrugged, not getting a response from Zola, and his thoughts were instantly pulled back to more than twenty years ago.

"More than twenty years ago, a distortion occurred somewhere in this universe, and then, in my perception, the aura of a being that was not from this world flashed by."

"However, unfortunately, it seems that the life force of that outsider has been deliberately concealed by someone."

"I have never been able to find him."

Ego, who has been dedicated to promoting the development of "cosmic life sciences," has been thinking for a long time about finding this extraterrestrial visitor to compare and contrast with himself.

"Isn't it interesting?"

Ego twirled the instrument in his hand and asked.