The most amazing thing in Marvel was its communication systems.
There was the incredible Pager that worked across the Milky Way Galaxy, for instance, and the radio aboard Star-Lord's spaceship that could receive signals from who knew how many light-years away.
After specifically asking Yondu for some wildly advanced communicators, Yang Bo watched him and his crew leave.
Standing there, gazing at the untouched landscape around him, Yang Bo murmured, "Time to go back and get everyone."
He went into the spaceship, copied the Star Map data, and let out a reluctant sigh.
"Ugh, it's just a slightly bigger spaceship. Why doesn't it count as a single object? I can't even mine the whole thing in one go."
Back in Asgard, Yang Bo had tried putting an abandoned spaceship into his inventory, but his Pickaxe could only mine individual blocks, not the entire ship at once. He had thought that was because the spaceship was abandoned, but now it seemed his mining ability still had its limits.
"What a shame. Every block in the spaceship is separate. Otherwise, I could mine it all and reassemble it back home."
Shaking his head, he took the copied Star Map and walked off the spaceship. He found an open patch of ground, poured out a bucket of lava, stripped off all his clothes, and jumped straight in.
Yang Bo's health had already reached triple digits. Even without equipment, it took him some time to die while soaking in lava.
Thud...
As Yang Bo's health hit zero, his body toppled backward involuntarily, and he vanished without a trace into the lava.
After a stretch of silent darkness, the familiar ceiling came into view.
"Nothing beats dying to get home. Even across light-years, I'm back in a second."
Chuckling, Yang Bo climbed out of bed,