Slept soundly, no dreams.
When Beckett was woken by his internal biological clock the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky.
"Good morning, Your Highness Beckett."
Woz, from within the wristband, greeted Beckett immediately.
"Knock, knock, knock."
The subsequent knocking sound made Beckett's muscles tense subconsciously.
"Come in."
"Good morning, Mr. Beckett. Zola has prepared breakfast for you." The woman, still clad in a blue professional suit that accentuated her curvaceous figure, with long, wine-red wavy hair casually draped over her shoulders, Zola bowed respectfully to Beckett with perfectly measured etiquette.
"Mm."
His tensed muscles gradually relaxed. After washing up, Beckett walked out of his room and sat at the dining table. The orange cat, which had been wandering around the living room, followed Beckett's example and hopped onto the dining table as well.
"These foods are specialties of our planet, Knowhere. They—" Zola, after bringing out a plate of warm meat from the kitchen, stared in astonishment at the scene before her.
The cute and adorable orange cat from last night had opened its massive maw, and enormous black tentacles were voraciously devouring the already scarce dishes on the table. Beckett, dressed in a loose black combat suit, was no less aggressive. His hands moved so fast they left afterimages in the air, all in an effort to snatch the limited food from the orange cat's mouth.
"Is this all there is?"
With the combined efforts of the two big eaters, the breakfast Zola had prepared in advance was instantly swept clean.
Finding the taste quite good, Beckett glanced at Zola, who was still holding a plate of meat. The latter, understanding his intention, quickly placed it on the dining table. "Please wait a moment, I'll prepare more food for you right away!"
Never having imagined that Beckett and his pet would have such voracious appetites, Zola forced herself to calm down and quickly headed to the kitchen to begin her task of carrying food.
As VIPs of the Cosmic Auction House, they were provided not only with luxurious accommodation but also with dedicated kitchen staff. Given Beckett's origin from the Centaurus Galaxy, in addition to some specialties from Knowhere, the other dishes Zola served were all renowned foods from the Centaurus Galaxy.
"You eat this."
Glancing at Zola, who was sweating profusely while carrying plates, Beckett formed an energy pellet with his right hand and offered it to the Energy Devouring Beast.
The beast twitched its nose, sniffed, and then stopped its frantic eating. It retracted its powers, cupped the energy pellet with its two paws, and began to lick it carefully, nibbling it bit by bit, its tail wagging happily behind it.
With the Energy Devouring Beast, the troublemaker, out of the way, Beckett was finally able to enjoy a table full of delicacies all to himself.
After one breakfast, Zola was left panting, her eyes unfocused, her legs unable to close.
Purely from the exhaustion of carrying plates.
For a full three hours, Zola had no idea how many dishes she had served.
How can he eat so much?
Does Thanos eat this much too?
Do people from the Centaurus Galaxy all eat this much?
Zola wondered these thoughts as she finally found a moment to rest after Beckett had finished eating.
"Woz, report the situation."
After eating his fill, Beckett had no interest in what Zola was thinking.
"Your Highness Beckett, according to Woz's detection, there were three relatively hidden energy fluctuations in Ego's manor last night."
"Two of them were quite intense."
A blue light screen displayed three energy curve graphs. These were the results Beckett had obtained after asking Woz to monitor the energy fluctuations at Ego's location before he went to sleep last night.
"Have you got any information on that woman named Jennifer?"
Beckett asked, scrolling through the screen after some thought.
"Jennifer is a member of the Xiangluo Tribe, a slave race on Knowhere..."
All sorts of information, including details about the woman in the red dress from last night and her background, was displayed before Beckett.
Despite her slave origins, she possessed a heart unwilling to accept her current situation.
She led her troops in continuous rebellion against Knowhere's iron-fisted rule, attempting to rescue her people from their suffering.
One of the leaders of the resistance?
Beckett rubbed his chin with his right hand, narrowing his eyes in thought.
Before coming, he had already asked Woz to gather information about Knowhere.
Thirty million years ago, two races lived on this planet: the Knowhere and the Xiangluo.
With their superior strength, the Xiangluo Tribe continuously attacked the Knowhere settlements, capturing Knowhere individuals and enslaving them, forcing them to work like beasts for their tribe's development.
When the Knowhere tribe was at its wit's end, the leader of the Knowhere tribe encountered a being named The Collector. He obtained an item from The Collector that could significantly enhance his own strength and that of his tribe, allowing them to counterattack the Xiangluo Tribe and enslave them for the past thirty million years.
The so-called resistance on Knowhere originated from this.
This army was composed entirely of Xiangluo people who wished to overthrow their enslaved status.
They had endured for millions of years, their flame of hope unextinguished.
"Woz, does the Knowhere official government know that Jennifer appeared in Knowhere Capital?"
Beckett suddenly thought of another method to obtain mechanical components without having to participate in the auction.
"From the official actions of Knowhere, they don't know." Woz obediently checked Knowhere's actions last night—they had deployed three times the usual troop strength to suppress the rebels causing trouble at the edge of the desert.
"Can you contact the Knowhere King, Woz?"
"Apologies, His Highness Beckett, Woz cannot. The Knowhere King's communication system is encrypted, but Woz recommends you contact the Knowhere King through Ms. Zola."
"The owner of the Cosmic Auction House is the Knowhere King."
Upon hearing this, Beckett looked up, his gaze fixed on Zola, who was cleaning.
Sensing something was amiss, Zola looked up and met Beckett's gaze head-on.
Ten minutes later, Beckett followed behind Zola into the Knowhere Control Center building.
It was here that Beckett met the Knowhere King, Robin, who had enslaved the Xiangluo Tribe for thirty million years.
He was powerfully built, his entire body covered in purple armor;
His sky-blue hair was casually swept back over his shoulders, with hints of gray visible at his temples. A cross-shaped scar was centered on the right side of his handsome face.
"King."
An uneasy Zola prostrated herself in greeting.
This was the education she had received since childhood.
"Son of Thanos," King Robin stood up from his throne and slowly descended the steps.
"The auction hasn't started yet. According to the principles of our Cosmic Auction House, you cannot contact or take possession of an item you wish to bid on in advance."
"I'm here to make a deal with you, Knowhere King." Beckett crossed his arms over his chest, a confident smile playing on his lips. Robin raised an eyebrow, unable to deny his palpable self-assurance.
"Oh?"
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