I Came to Make a Deal

I slept soundly through the night without any dreams.

When Beckett was awakened by his internal biological clock early the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky.

Good morning, Your His Highness Beckett.

Woz, inside the bracelet, immediately greeted Beckett.

"Knock knock knock".

The knocking that followed made Beckett's muscles tense up instinctively.

"Come in."

"Good morning, Mr. Beckett. Zola has prepared breakfast for you." The woman, still dressed in a blue business suit that accentuated her shapely figure, with her long, wavy, burgundy hair simply draped over her shoulders, bowed to Beckett Zola impeccable manners.

"Um."

As his tense muscles gradually relaxed, Beckett, having finished washing up, stepped out of his room and sat at the dining table. The orange cat, which had been pacing around in the living room, followed Beckett to the dining table as well.

"These foods are a specialty of our Knowhere, they—" Zola stared in disbelief at the sight before her as she brought out a kept-warm meat dish from the kitchen.

Last night, the adorable orange cat opened its gaping maw, its massive black tentacles devouring the few remaining dishes on the table. Beckett, dressed in a loose black Battle Suit, was equally determined, his hands moving so fast they left afterimages in the air, all in an effort to snatch the meager food from the orange cat's mouth.

Is that all?

With the combined efforts of the two big eaters, Zola's pre-prepared breakfast was devoured in an instant.

Beckett, finding the food quite delicious, glanced at Zola, who was still carrying a plate of meat. Zola, understanding the signal, quickly placed the plate on the table. "Please wait a moment, I'll go prepare more food for you!"

Zola, who had never imagined that Beckett and his pet would have such a large appetite, forced herself to calm down and quickly went to the kitchen to prepare to begin her moving operation.

As a VIP at the Cosmic Auction House, in addition to providing Beckett with luxurious accommodations, a dedicated kitchen was also essential. Moreover, given Beckett's origins in the Centaurus Galaxy, apart from some specialties from Knowhere, the dishes served by Zola were all renowned throughout the Centaurus Galaxy.

"You eat this."

Glancing at Zola, who was sweating profusely while carrying a tray, Beckett made an energy ball with his right hand and handed it to the Energy Devouring Beast.

The latter sniffed the food with its nose, then stopped its feeding spree, stopped its supernatural powers, held the energy ball in its two paws, and carefully licked it, taking small bites, while its tail wagged happily behind it.

With the Energy Devouring Beast gone, Beckett was finally able to enjoy a whole table of delicious food all to himself.

After breakfast, Zola was panting, her eyes were glazed over, and she couldn't close her legs.

It's just tiring being a waiter.

For three whole hours, Zola had no idea how many dishes she had served.

How can he eat so much?

Is Thanos also a big eater?

Are all people in the Centaurus Galaxy this big eaters?

Zola, who was finally able to stop and rest after Beckett had eaten his fill, was lost in thought.

"Woz, report the situation."

After having eaten and drunk his fill, Beckett had no time to care what Zola was thinking.

"Your His Highness Beckett, according to Woz's detection, there were three relatively subtle energy fluctuations in the manor where Ego was last night."

"Two of them were quite intense."

Three energy curves appeared on the azure screen, the results of which Beckett had Woz monitor the energy fluctuations at Ego's location before going to sleep last night.

"What happened to that woman named Jennifer?"

After thinking for a moment, Beckett, who was swiping his finger across the screen, asked.

"Jennifer is a Xiangluo Tribe of the Xiangluo race, a slave race on Knowhere ..."

All the information about the woman in the red dress from last night, as well as all the related materials about her, were displayed before Beckett's eyes.

Despite being born a slave, he had a heart that was unwilling to accept his current situation.

He led his army in constant resistance against Gafa's iron-fisted rule, attempting to save his people from their suffering.

[One of the rebel leaders?]

Beckett stroked his chin with his right hand, squinting thoughtfully.

Before he came, he had Woz collect information about Gafa.

Thirty million years ago, two races lived on this planet: the Gafa and the Xiangluo.

Relying on their superior strength, the Xiangluo Tribe relentlessly attacked the Jiafa tribe's territory, enslaving the captured Jiafa people and making them work like cattle and horses to cultivate the land for their tribe.

Just when the Gafa clan was at its wit's end, Knowhere King, who led the Gafa clan, encountered a being called the Collector. From the Collector, he obtained an item that could greatly enhance his own strength and that of his clan. This allowed him to turn the tables and kill the Xiangluo Tribe, and to keep the Xiangluo clan as slaves for the past thirty million years.

The so-called resistance army on Knowhere came from this.

The army was composed entirely of the Xiangluo Tribe who wanted to overthrow their ethnic group's slave status.

Though it has lingered on for millennia, its flame has never been extinguished.

"Woz, are the officials of Knowhere aware that Jennifer is in the Knowhere Capital?"

Beckett suddenly thought of another way to obtain mechanical components without having to attend an auction.

"Judging from the actions of the Gafa government, they are unaware of this." Woz cleverly examined the actions of the Gafa government last night—they deployed three times more troops than usual to suppress the rebels causing trouble on the edge of the desert.

"Can you contact Knowhere King, Woz?"

"I'm sorry, Your His Highness Beckett, Woz cannot do that. Knowhere King's communication system is encrypted. However, Woz recommends that you contact King Knowhere King through Ms. Zola."

"The owner of the Cosmic Auction House is none other than Knowhere King."

Upon hearing this, Beckett looked up and stared directly at Zola, who was cleaning.

The latter noticed something was wrong and looked up, meeting Beckett's gaze.

Ten minutes later, Beckett followed Zola into the Knowhere Control Center building.

It was here that Beckett met Knowhere King, who had enslaved the Zanpakut clan for thirty million years— Robin.

He was tall and powerful, covered in purple armor.

His long, sky-blue hair was casually combed over his shoulders, with a hint of gray hair visible at his temples. There was a cross-shaped scar in the center of the right side of his handsome face.

"King."

Zola, filled with trepidation, prostrated himself in respect.

This is the education she received since childhood.

"Son of Thanos," King Robin of Gafar rose from his throne and slowly descended the steps.

"The auction hasn't started yet. According to the principles of our Cosmic Auction House, you cannot take the items you want to bid on beforehand."

"I'm here to make a deal with you, Knowhere King." Beckett, with his arms crossed over his chest, smiled, his overflowing confidence prompting Robin to raise an eyebrow in response.

"Oh?"