Su Ming was neither a scientist nor a mechanic, so he could not repair a spaceship.
But this was the 40K Universe, his home turf. As the Sorcerer Supreme, he could repair the Timeline.
The Time Stone in his chest glowed green. He snapped his fingers, and the ship reset to the state it had been in when its energy reserves were full.
Manipulating the time of a single object was easy, and there were scarcely any foreseeable costs. But it could still trigger the Butterfly Effect, causing massive changes to the Timeline.
The old saying about a missing nail ruining a horseshoe, which lost a battle and then a war, had been repeated countless times.
So unless one was absolutely certain, it was best not to play with the Timeline like Deathstroke did. Somewhere unseen, an inanimate object might be connected to the destinies of countless living people.
"The ship's fixed. You..." Su Ming released Star-Lord and flicked him on the forehead. "I've seen actors blow a take, but I've never seen someone shit themselves before even stepping onstage. Don't screw up again. This is your ship, and all your teammates are counting on you. Be more careful, Peter."
After hearing Deathstroke's words, Star-Lord's expression turned serious as well. He puffed out his chest and nodded solemnly like some tough guy.
"I will. Anyone who wants to hurt them will have to step over my dead body first!"
"Very good. Full of spirit!"
Lighting a cigarette and watching the lights come on inside the cabin, Su Ming patted him on the shoulder and said this.
Yet his expression had become somewhat strange, as though he wanted to laugh but was holding it back through sheer training.
However, the other Guardians of the Galaxy immediately began tearing Star-Lord down.
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