Rocket had stolen a small bag of titanium steel batteries. Each was less than the length and thickness of a thumb, no more than ten in total, but that little bag could still sell for a hefty 250,000 Star Coins on the market. Even for a pirate ship at Yondu's level, that counted as a substantial income.
"My god..."
Yet outside the Osborn Group warehouse, he saw an entire poolful of titanium steel batteries being transported inside. Golden energy fluid glimmered within their containers. A single battery like that was worth at least a hundred million Star Coins on the market, and even then, they were priceless and scarce.
He was not the only one. Star-Lord's eyes had gone wide too—how many years would he have to work without eating or drinking to save up that much money? And that was assuming he earned money every year.
"So this is what being rich feels like? Is this our payment? I have to say, as long as you're not planning to make me streak through Sovrin... actually, even that might be negotiable."
Harry smiled at the sight. Another transport ship landed, larger than the last, and cargo vehicles slowly carried its goods out.
They were dozens of titanium steel batteries of the same size.
Fine, now Star-Lord felt more balanced—just a tiny fraction of their wealth was more money than he could earn if he worked without food or rest until he died. What was there for him to compare?
He switched mindsets and used the spiritual victory method: Did wealthy and powerful people have freedom? Did they have happiness?
Sovrin's High Priestess Ayesha was rich too, but he had never envied her. He even thought that kind of life was bizarre.
Thinking that, Star-Lord cheered up again. A smile curled