A New Goal

Yondu left soon afterward. After handling all the recent matters involving the Smuggling trade, Daisy took the Dark Vortex to The Void.

The Collector was still dressed in his comical, bizarre attire. Their transaction went off without a hitch—no one robbed Director Daisy halfway through, and no one jumped out to raise the price.

Money and goods changed hands at the same time. Daisy handed over the Dark Vortex, which was useless to her, and received nearly one-third of the Primordial Cosmic Energy. Come to think of it, The Collector had given her nearly seventy percent of his Primordial Cosmic Energy. Her strength was now no less than that of the Cosmic Elders who had survived since the dawn of the universe.

But when she brought up the remaining portion, the old man refused to trade no matter what.

In his words, he might be immortal, but he could not let just any stray cat or dog bully him. Keeping one-third of his strength was more than enough to deal with ordinary enemies.

"I'm still this handsome!" The Collector stood lecherously before the Dark Vortex, admiring himself in the mirror. To Daisy, the mirror revealed the road ahead. To Gamora and the others, it could reflect the dark world within their hearts. But to The Collector, it was simply a large mirror with the title of divine artifact.

His reflection remained himself, without the slightest change.

Daisy could not help but marvel. This meant that The Collector's heart was utterly unmoved, his convictions so firm that even a divine artifact could not shake them. Of course, calling him stubborn would work too...

Her cultivation was still lacking. Seeing that she could no longer squeeze anything out of him, Daisy said goodbye and teleported away from The Void.

Her strength