Guardians of the Galaxy

Star-Lord's comic-flipping movements were a little too exaggerated, drawing the attention of the two people making the deal.

"Uh, this is..." Star-Lord held up the comic and asked. He thought Daisy looked like someone from Earth, but he was not entirely sure. He had seen too many aliens over the years, and he was a little face-blind.

Yondu opened his mouth to curse, but Daisy stopped him. It was not a big deal anyway.

"If you like it, you can have it."

"I'd better pay for it on his behalf!" Yondu had long seen through someone's true colors.

"Hehehe, how could I possibly accept that..."

Star-Lord stood to the side, waving his hands in apology, but neither of them looked at him. They lowered their heads and resumed discussing the deal. With his arm still held up, he looked both ridiculous and awkward. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and flipped through the comic from front to back.

The publication date showed that it had been released recently. Had Earth's comic industry expanded into the universe? That possibility was very low, so there was only one answer.

"You're from Earth?" While Yondu rested nearby after overusing his brain, he hurriedly asked Daisy.

It was no secret, so Daisy readily nodded in confirmation.

After getting his answer, Star-Lord fell silent for a while. Earth had always been there; it had never entered some other dimension. If he wanted to, he could return at any time. But he did not dare go back. He did not even dare entertain the thought. That complicated emotion was difficult to describe accurately with one or two words.

Longing, fear, reminiscence, dread—there were countless emotions. That was why, despite owning a spaceship, Star-Lord had never returned to Earth. In the past, present, future, even in other timelines,