The New King's Laws: Repairs and Taxes!

Link sat on the Collector's Throne, lightly tapping his fingers on the armrest.

The chair was made from the bones of some unknown creature. It felt smooth and warm to the touch, yet carried a chilling air of dominance. Not bad. It was just about worthy of him.

His gaze swept over the space below.

The entire hall was a wreck, as were the parts of the port he could see through the holographic projections. There were the remains of the force-field shield he had shattered with one punch, the display cases Harley had smashed with her club, and the damage caused by all those rare creatures that had been set loose... It looked like a house after a husky had torn through it.

Great. Now I have to play janitor too.

Tension, curiosity, and fear filled the air of Knowhere. Countless eyes watched him intently from dark corners, high windows, and behind every surveillance camera.

These people who made their living out in the universe—interstellar merchants, gang enforcers, and information brokers alike—were like sharks that had scented blood. They did not care who owned the place. They only cared what rules its new owner would impose.

Would it be bloodier carnage or stricter order?

Link could sense their emotions clearly.

Good. That's exactly what I want. Awe is the foundation of rule.

He slowly raised his right hand. The newly forged Infinity Gauntlet, set with the Reality Stone, gleamed with a dangerous, alluring light beneath the museum lamps.

Everyone in the hall held their breath.

What was the new master about to do? Kill someone else to establish his authority?

An eight-armed brute dropped his energy axe with a clang and did not even think to pick it up. The seductive smile on a cat-eared merchant woman's face had