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Chapter 175: My Son Can't Be a Fool!

After the violent explosion, there was an eerie silence.

Among the rubble, a stone shifted suddenly, and a hand emerged from beneath.

"Thump…"

The stone was pushed aside, and Star-Lord, disoriented, poked his head out.

"What's happening? An earthquake? This broken planet is a mess!"

Star-Lord mumbled to himself, unaware of the extent of the chaos that had unfolded since he lost consciousness.

As he took a few steps, he felt something under his foot and looked down.

"Huh? The Power Orb! Great, I thought I lost it."

Star-Lord joyfully picked up the Power Orb.

"I'm so happy! I didn't expect to get it back after everything. At this exciting moment, I definitely want to celebrate!"

With that, he turned on his Walkman...

The oblivious Star-Lord didn't notice a pair of eyes observing him from tens of thousands of meters away.

Star-Lord's father—Ego!

Originally, Ego was a floating brain in the universe.

After millions of years, Ego gradually mastered the power to control the molecules around him.

His power continued to grow, and his form transformed over time.

Layers of cosmic particles eventually coalesced into a planet.

However, despite his god-like power, his actual form remained that of the weak brain, so while Ego's development was highly scientific, his physical body was still limited to the human category.

Almost no one was aware of this secret.

"Is that him? He doesn't look like a god at all. There are indeed strong divine energy fluctuations around him, but it doesn't originate from my divine power; it's a unique power from the Asgardians. Could my perception be wrong?"

Typically, Ego would seize the opportunity to capture and interrogate people without hesitation, and if they posed any threat, he would kill them and dispose of their bodies.

Ego's planet was littered with the skeletons of countless beings from various races, scattered across the universe over the years.

"Look at this… no genetic anomalies?"

Simple to deal with, chop them up, have some meat, and enjoy lunch!

Yet the lingering divine energy and the destructive atmosphere indicated a divine battle had recently occurred, making Ego slightly concerned.

Below, Star-Lord began his "singing and dancing rap."

"Hey yo ah... hey yo ah..."

"Come and Get Your Love…"

Accompanied by the rhythmic beats from his headphones, Star-Lord danced while humming the song...

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Probably because of his recent experiences, Ego wondered, how could such a fool be my son?

Forget it, he thought, maybe it's time to find and address any other children he might have missed over the years...

Ego departed.

A small spaceship landed slowly, and the pursuer, Corlas, led a group of soldiers down.

Although they had safely escaped, Corlas faced a scolding from Ronan upon returning to the base, "Dark Aster," and explaining the situation.

"Idiot! You coward! You are not worthy of being a noble Kree! A true Kree warrior must charge bravely even if death is certain, and must never be a disgraceful deserter!"

Ronan struck Carlos on the head with his long-handled hammer, reprimanding him, while the surrounding soldiers stood in awe.

Only Carlos' adjutant had a difficult time suppressing a laugh and had to turn away...

"I've never seen such brazen behavior!"

The scene shifts back to Carlos.

"Oh my God, the battle was so intense—didn't everyone perish?"

Carlos surveyed the surroundings and spotted Star-Lord, dancing and singing nearby with the Power Orb.

"Damn it, this kid has some nerve, swaggering around here while the rest are in turmoil?"

"Damn it! That fool over there, put down the Power Orb!"

Carlos waved his hand, and a group of soldiers surrounded Star-Lord.

Star-Lord: "??? You guys are creepy!"

As it turned out, waste is still waste.

Even with greater strength and the support of numerous subordinates, Carlos had once allowed Star-Lord to escape...

Watching Star-Lord steal a spaceship and flee, Carlos darkened and activated his communicator: "Master Ronan, the Power Orb was stolen by a kid named Star-Lord. From his attire, he seems to be a scavenger…"

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