"Wait, where exactly are we going?"
Aboard the Milano, Rocket Raccoon stared at the coordinates and couldn't help asking, "The High Evolutionary is on anti-Earth. I remember I didn't enter this location... Drax, did you mess with the coordinate input controls again?"
"Fang Mo did it."
Drax was holding a bag of alien snacks. Upon hearing Rocket Raccoon's question, he immediately replied, "I've been sitting here holding in the urge to poop since earlier. Sitting lets those two muscles clamp down tighter..."
"My God, you're disgusting. Can you stop talking about that while eating?"
Rocket Raccoon rubbed his forehead helplessly. "And if you're about to lose control, could you stop stuffing snacks into your mouth?"
"Why?"
Drax asked in confusion, "I don't poop with my mouth."
"You..."
Rocket Raccoon had a splitting headache.
"Alright, Rocket, stop paying attention to Drax." Star-Lord, who was nearby, also sounded helpless. "Gamora said these coordinates seem to point to Aug Group headquarters. Is that crazy scientist here?"
"I don't know either."
Rocket Raccoon shook his head. "Anyway, when I escaped from that guy, the coordinates definitely didn't say this place..."
"Fang Mo?"
Star-Lord looked at Fang Mo nearby in confusion.
"Oh, we'll take a look around there first."
Fang Mo said casually, "This entity of mine... cough, cough, this avatar's setting is that of a scavenger. I remember Aug Group headquarters has a pretty good database, and I plan to rob it."
"An avatar? A scavenger?"
Everyone was clearly puzzled. "What does that mean?"
"Like this."
Fang Mo casually waved beside himself and opened a white portal out of thin air through dimensional invasion. On the other side of the portal stood a figure whose appearance and mannerisms were almost identical to Fang Mo's.
"This..."
Everyone froze at the sight.
"The theory behind it