The Collector

Knowhere looked, from the outside, like a gigantic head. Legend had it that this head had once belonged to an ancient Celestial. No one knew why someone had cut off its head and tossed it here, and no one had even helped collect its corpse.

Still, in the vast universe, there were plenty of kindhearted people. After hearing about this tragedy, countless people had rushed here to help handle the Celestial's remains on behalf of its companions.

As for why all the precious materials from this head had ended up scattered across every corner of the universe, treasured and consumed by countless people, that was beyond the scope of this story.

Led by Shadow Ninjas, Star-Lord and his group arrived here. Seeing the crowds coming and going, they all became much more cautious.

"These guys don't look like good people. Are you sure you didn't lead us to the wrong place? Or do you have people here and plan to rob us after luring us in?"

Rocket stroked the massive gun on his back. It gave him at least a little confidence, enough to keep him from turning around and leaving.

Shadow Ninjas shook his head and looked toward the tallest building here. Its style differed from all the other buildings, making it look somewhat like a tourist attraction.

The moment he saw it, Shadow Ninjas knew where they needed to go.

"Stay close. This place doesn't look like any tourist paradise. If you don't want to get kidnapped and have your kidneys stolen, don't space out."

Seeing that Shadow Ninjas had found their destination, Rocket spoke to Star-Lord and Drax before following Shadow Ninjas's footsteps.

Warned by Rocket, the group became more vigilant and followed closely behind Shadow Ninjas as they moved forward.

With Shadow Ninjas clearing the way,