The saying went that a cunning rabbit had three burrows. Since it was a backup, it was better to make several copies. If one place was destroyed, there were still others, so it did not matter. It was like saving Tokyo Hot torrents to cloud storage, a USB drive, and a hard drive. If one copy was lost, just copy and paste another. No need to panic at all.
The Collector's enemies probably knew that as well and had not targeted this place. As a result, this conspicuous location was relatively safe instead. At least so far, it had never been blown into the sky.
The Collector walked up to a rather retro control console and placed his hand on a green-glowing screen.
"Done."
The Collector clapped his hands.
Before long, a cylindrical robot arrived carrying a head... Well, that sounded strange, but it really was a naked brain inside a glass container.
The robot was completely Star Wars in style.
Come to think of it, most of the Collector's architecture bore traces of Star Wars.
Could it be that the Collector had peeked into a Star Wars parallel universe?
It was possible.
At the Collector's command, the robot embedded the container into a prepared slot.
The display began playing the Collector's memories from a first-person perspective.
Hayato: ...That worked too?
Hayato asked curiously, "Doesn't it feel strange, watching your own memories like a movie?"
The Collector shook his head. "Not at all... Besides, I normally don't need to watch them this way. There's an interface at the back of my neck that allows direct transmission."
All right, that was quite convenient.
The Collector might have looked normal, but he had probably undergone all sorts of strange modifications.
The memories concerning Dormammu were fragmented, mainly consisting of the Collector gathering