amaotonovel Chapter 4038 MU Superbody Major Event (118)
Chapter 4038 MU Superbody Major Event (118)
Chapter 4038 MU: The Superbody Incident (118)
Sitting in his spaceship seat, Constantine felt a long-lost sense of drowsiness. He didn't know if it was because the drug's effects had worn off, or if the devil Mephisto had done something to him again, or if he simply wasn't used to interstellar travel. In any case, he fell asleep and had a very chaotic dream.
He returned to Hell, walking across the endless wasteland, watching everything around him ablaze. Then a gigantic black claw descended from the sky and seized him. He flew higher and higher, amidst the swirling clouds, until he saw Satan's palace open its gates to him, the wicked demon waiting for him at the entrance.
Constantine landed, but just as he looked at Satan, about to speak, he suddenly awoke with a start, feeling his body trembling. He instinctively turned to look out the window, only to find the landing site desolate. Amidst the rising dust, the spaceship landed on the ground.
Inside the cockpit, the agent was putting on his coat. Constantine shook his head to clear his mind. He also put on his coat, picked up his briefcase, and walked towards the hatch.
"What's here?"
“One of the Infinity Stones,” Schiller said after a pause, ““is inhabited by an elder of a certain universe.”
"how do you know?"
Schiller shook his head and didn't say anything more. The two stepped out of the spaceship. Schiller checked his weapons as he walked, and seeing his slightly serious expression, Constantine became a little nervous. He said, "That guy is difficult to deal with?"
“It’s not just him we need to deal with.” Schiller shook his head.
He stopped in an open area and fiddled with the communicator for a few moments. Suddenly, a portal appeared, and a short figure in a formal suit appeared before them.
"Dear officers, hello. I am a staff member at the Supreme Amusement Park. You may call me Linta. Your presence is an honor to the park. The Grandmaster is already waiting for you on the top floor. Please follow me."
The short figure bowed and then walked on his own. Constantine was a little puzzled; he almost thought the guy was talking in his sleep—this planet was more desolate than hell, where would an amusement park come from?
Seeing that Schiller didn't speak, he didn't ask any questions either, but followed the short figure inside. In just a few steps, the world completely changed.
As they walked, countless buildings appeared on both sides of the road. Unlike human skyscrapers, most of these buildings weren't built on the ground but floated in the air. However, their style was quite unified, primarily using gold and silver as the main colors, interspersed with various shades of green, making it look like a magnificent emerald city from afar. The architecture was mostly Gothic, with some oddly shaped buildings, but this didn't disrupt the overall atmosphere; instead, it added a touch of dynamism.
However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that these buildings are not temples. Near the roadside are food stalls, most of which display ready-made meals, some sell nutritional supplements, and most sell medicine—syringes of various colors are displayed in the shops, and many strange-looking aliens are selecting from the shelves.
The taller buildings had extravagantly flashing signs with crooked, scraggly writing on them, but the pictures on some of the signs suggested that they were some kind of casino.
The taller buildings were even closer together, connected by semi-transparent green pipes that almost completely blocked out the sky. Countless alien creatures moved through the transparent pipes, and waiters also shuttled among them. The intense atmosphere inside the buildings was evident from the lights in the windows.
While waiting, Constantine also used the old terminal to look up information about Sakaar. What he found was astonishing—the place was a well-known casino in the universe, similar to Las Vegas on Earth.
To attract customers, numerous advertisements promote Sakaar, making it easy to discern its origins: this place only emerged about a decade or so ago. Originally, Sakaar was a poor, remote place, but after the indigenous rulers were defeated, the Grandmaster transformed it into a large-scale gambling and amusement park, which quickly gained fame within a few decades. Now, all sorts of dignitaries from interstellar society have frequented it, making the Grandmaster one of the most sought-after cosmic elders.
The descriptions of the Grandmaster are full of praise, calling him the "God of Gamblers," capable of winning every single bet, and having faced countless challengers over the years without ever being defeated. Some even say that winning just one game against him is something even resurrected wouldn't be impossible.
These advertisements were clearly very effective. When Constantine followed the short man in front of him through the door, he found the place to be packed with people, with all sorts of aliens crowding the entire spacious hall.
Some were gathered around a huge machine, seemingly playing marbles; others were around a table with a large stack of chips, as if playing cards; still others were gathered in front of the buffet table, talking loudly, or lying unconscious on a nearby table.
“This doesn’t look much different from a human casino,” Constantine thought. “It seems gamblers are everywhere.”
In the crowded throng, Constantine seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure. He glanced in that direction, but the person quickly disappeared back into the flow of people. Constantine didn't have time to look for them and could only follow the short man and Schiller onto the elevator.
Star-Lord emerged from behind a pinball machine and turned to Rocket Raccoon, who was having a great time playing, saying, "Hey Rocket, stop playing. We have serious business to attend to. We need to find a way to see the Grandmaster so we can start a bet with him and win his gems."
"Okay, okay." Rocket Raccoon gripped the large joystick with his little paws, his eyes fixed intently on the marbles. With a whoosh, a torrent of marbles poured down. Rocket Raccoon jerked the joystick, but after a while, all he heard were a few beeps.
"Bullshit!" Rocket Raccoon cursed. "This machine has definitely been tampered with! It seems this so-called Supreme Amusement Park is nothing but a marketing ploy."
He jumped off the table, weapon in hand, and walked with Star-Lord to a nearby table. Gamora, Drax, and Groot were all sitting there drinking.
Star-Lord recalled what Yondu had told him earlier:
"I do have quite a few clues about the Infinity Stones, but even if you knew some of them, you definitely wouldn't be able to get your hands on them. Take the Collector, for example. That guy values his collection more than his own life. If you try to take it by force, whether you can win or not is another matter. Even if you manage to steal it, you'll become a wanted criminal. That purple-headed guy from the Interstellar Security Committee is a new broom sweeping clean; he won't let you off the hook."
"You can't just snatch it, so you'll have to resort to some tricks. I suggest you go to Sakaar and find the Grandmaster. That guy is a complete gambler; there's nothing he won't gamble on. Besides, he's not only wealthy and powerful, but he's also very concerned about his reputation. If you can really beat him, he'll be too embarrassed to refuse. Go and gamble with him, and you'll naturally win the gem."
Star-Lord considered it for a moment and agreed with Yondu's assessment. Don't be fooled by the fact that the Elders of the Universe may seem insignificant to the powerful; if the Guardians of the Galaxy were to fight them, they would likely come out on top. While they weren't particularly intelligent and were somewhat reckless, their greatest strength in navigating the universe was their clear-headedness and understanding of their place. They avoided provoking those they couldn't afford to offend, staying within their comfort zone, which naturally led to their success.
Although he could simply return to his own universe after this battle, judging by the current tense situation, it was unclear how long the fighting would last. If he offended the Elders of the Universe, not only would he be hunted down, but he also wouldn't be able to explain himself back at base. Therefore, Star-Lord came to Sakaar, intending to try his luck with the Grandmaster.
“I just tried,” Gamora said, glancing around before lowering her voice. “This place is heavily guarded, and the bodyguards are all professionals. It would be very difficult to sneak onto the top floor.”
Star-Lord sat down opposite her, leaned closer, and lowered his voice, saying, "Don't be fooled by the fact that the Grandmaster owns this casino. Everyone knows that there are high-ranking officials from the Interstellar Alliance behind it. It's a money-making machine for those big shots. We definitely can't just force our way in."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
“In the past, we could make some noise at the bottom to force the Grandmaster to come out and investigate, but this time it probably won’t work. On the one hand, we might not be able to beat the bodyguards, and on the other hand, if we make too much of a scene, the Grandmaster might not be willing to bet with us. So we need to think of another way.”
Rocket Raccoon suddenly chimed in, "That pinball machine is something special."
"What do you mean?"
Rocket Raccoon snorted, stroked his beard, leaned back in his chair arrogantly, and crossed his arms, saying, "When I was gambling at the Centaur black market casino, this damn entertainment center didn't even exist yet. Trying to fool me? They're dreaming."
"You mean there's something wrong with that machine?"
"Of course. If I'm not mistaken, they must have tampered with the magnetic springs in the pinball machine, causing the pins to not bounce up. It's a complete scam, and only those clueless young people would go crazy and throw money into it."
Star-Lord's eyes darted around as he said, "If we make a scene like this, do you think the Grandmaster will have to step in and calm things down?"
"Of course. The Supreme Amusement Park is advertised everywhere, all to attract people to come and play. If news of their fraud is exposed, their reputation will be completely ruined. Even if it's just to keep quiet, the High Celestial Venerable will have to come to us."
"Are you sure?" Star-Lord asked Rocket Raccoon.
Just you wait and see.
After saying that, Rocket Raccoon threw the gun on the table, gulped down a glass of wine, pretended to be drunk, and staggered toward the pinball machine.
He was a raccoon, already short, and sometimes he walked on all fours. Some aliens were two or three meters tall, and you couldn't see him at all unless you looked closely. To make matters worse, he pretended to be drunk and kept bumping into people's feet. Sure enough, a giant over two meters tall was tripped up by him.
As luck would have it, the man was wearing full iron armor and a horned helmet. When he fell, he slammed into the pinball machine's control panel with a thud, the helmet embedding itself solidly in the panel. The machine exploded in a shower of sparks and became unusable.
After standing up, the other person started cursing, only to realize upon looking down that he had tripped over a raccoon. Being a big guy with a fiery temper, he grabbed Rocket Raccoon, ready to hit it.
Star-Lord knew it was his turn to step in. He quickly went over to smooth things over: "Sorry, sorry, this is my pet. It stole my drink and got drunk. I'm really sorry it tripped you."
Star-Lord apologized profusely, and when the big guy heard that it was just a pet, he stopped arguing. He glared fiercely at Star-Lord, tossed Rocket Raccoon aside, pulled out his helmet, and walked away.
Right next to him was the pinball machine with a hole smashed in it. Star-Lord walked over as if to hug Rocket Raccoon, but suddenly let out a gasp:
"oops!!!"
His shout drew everyone's attention. Seeing that it was enough, Star-Lord pointed to the thing in the hole in the panel and said, "What's this?! Could this be the magnet that attracts the magnetic spring?! Get it working! Get it working!!"
A short figure rushed over. Before he could say anything, Star-Lord punched him. "You bunch of bastards! How dare you tamper with the machines?! No wonder I can't win no matter what I do! You're a shady casino?!"