Those who had never become legends envied legends, while legends themselves were troubled by the legends they had become.
After arriving at Xandar's most exclusive leisure club, Carol expertly returned to her room, stripped off her clothes, and hurriedly took a shower.
Although her Binary energy could keep her body clean at all times, what joy was there in life for a woman who could not take a bath?
But as a legend, would she even have time to bathe?
Before she had been washing for five minutes, Carol discovered that two calls had come through on her communicator.
One was from her longtime partner, someone who specialized in gathering all kinds of intelligence for her and selecting all kinds of missions.
Perhaps "secretary" would have been a more fitting title.
Seeing the call, Carol did not dare delay. They had worked together for years, and no one understood Carol better than this secretary.
Unless something urgent had happened, she would not have contacted Carol immediately after her last mission had just ended.
After hurriedly finishing her shower, Carol went to the living room, got dressed, and activated her communicator.
A projection of a petite female Xandarian immediately appeared before her.
"Saif, what's going on?"
Before the projection could speak, Carol asked her secretary first.
"Has Thanos committed another evil act? Has the Supreme Intelligence of the Kree Empire stretched its tentacles toward peaceful planets again? Or have Galactus's subordinates marked another intelligent planet?"
"None of those, Carol!"
Saif shook her head and quickly shared the intelligence she had just received with Carol.
"This is far more important to you than anything else. Do you remember the Chitauri who had been constantly gathering recently?"
"Mm-hm, of course I remember. They've set out?
Where did they go this time?"
As she