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Chapter 292: Steve Chapter 289

"Hehe, can I have that box you just had?"

The collector rubbed his hands together, a mature face showing a child-like anticipation: "Or, anything inside that box would be fine..."

"Do you Elders of the Universe not have pain nerves in your trouser area?"

Hearing the words of the Universe Collector, Fang Mo also raised his eyebrows: "How about I carve your recent experience into a CD and give it to you as a collectible? When you're free, you can reminisce about your wonderful and joyful social death experience, wouldn't that be great?"

"Cough cough, the Master Mage is joking."

The collector coughed awkwardly, probably realizing he was being greedy again, and quickly said: "Everything in the hands of the Master Mage is a rare treasure, it's already a great honor to casually give me two things..."

"Emmm..."

Fang Mo thought for a moment, then took two items from Steve's hand.

It was a delicate glass bottle and three meatballs.

"What are these?"

Collector Tivan curiously looked at these two items.

He always looked forward to whatever Fang Mo brought out, as he could distinguish all things in the world, but he just couldn't understand the various items Fang Mo brought out.

For an old monster who had lived for who knows how long, nothing was more important than the 'sense of freshness'.

"Two-piece breakfast set."

Fang Mo casually explained.

Then he handed the items to the collector.

The collector, wearing white gloves, carefully took the items and began to examine them.

He first studied the glass bottle, which inexplicably contained a live cow. The cow was obviously alive and moving around in the jar, but strangely, it didn't need to eat grass or excrete, and it kept producing milk.

"What's the principle behind this?"

The collector fell in love with this thing at first sight, not because he liked to drink milk, but because he was fascinated by the storage principle of this jar: "This way of collecting is too exquisite, right? Look at my bulky and huge collection cabinets, then look at your exquisite little bottle... My goodness, how is this done?"

"This is a method from another world."

Fang Mo shrugged and said: "Don't think about it, you can't learn it."

Indeed, Fang Mo really couldn't tell Tivan, because the method of making the canned cow was very simple and crude, just putting the cow on the jar and then smashing the cow into it with an iron felt.

This is indeed very MC, but would others believe it if he said it?

"I absolutely love this thing."

The collector couldn't put down the cow jar in his hand: "If only all my collections could be put into bottles, I'd be the first to put Carina into a bottle..."

"..."

Carina next to him was so scared she almost collapsed on the ground.

"Don't just fancy that jar." Fang Mo reminded: "What's so good about drinking milk, these meatballs are the real deal."

"Meatballs?"

The collector curiously looked at the universal meatballs: "Is this... edible?"

"Universal meatballs."

Fang Mo explained with a smile, "Rather than collecting it, I suggest you try eating one first. This thing is incredible. Who knows, your interests and hobbies might change after eating it..."

"The object even the Master Mage himself highly praises, I'm starting to get interested."

Upon hearing this, the collector also seemed expectant, directly going to a nearby device to process it, likely involving disinfecting and some kind of cooking procedure.

Due to its high quality and density, ordinary utensils struggled to cut or pick it up, so the collector had no choice but to remove his gloves and use his fingers to pinch the meatball and put it in his mouth, then slowly began to chew.

Despite being seemingly weak under Fang Mo's various tortures, the collector, as a member of the ancient cosmic race, possessed considerable strength. This was evident from how he casually handled the cosmic meatball.

You should know, this thing is even heavier than an enchanted golden apple.

A normal person would get a sagging stomach from just one bite.

The collector chewed on the cosmic meatball for a while, his expression first puzzled, then gradually shifting to amazement, and finally pure enjoyment.

"This...this taste..."

The more the collector chewed, the more he enjoyed and got excited, even appearing a bit uncomposed.

"The taste of a mother?"

Fang Mo, having eaten the cosmic meatball before, asked with a grin, "Are you so moved that you want to cry? Shouldn't you be doing a 360-degree turnaround into outer space and then exploding or something to show everyone?"

"I really am... about to cry from being moved..."

The collector trembled as he chewed and spoke, "What is this taste? I have tasted everything in this universe, but this... Why is its taste so unique? I can't stop... How is this possible?"

"You didn't feed him any contraband, did you?"

Yondu, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but lean in and whisper to Fang Mo, "Do you have such a big grudge against him?"

"I am a top-class chef! What do you think I am?"

Fang Mo retorted immediately.

"..."

Yondu shrank his neck, not daring to say more.

"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Rocket and the others are waiting for me." Fang Mo waved his hand, ready to say goodbye, as he had already found Ego's coordinates and didn't want to stay any longer.

However, to Fang Mo's surprise, the collector quickly grabbed him.

"Wait! Master Mage!"

"What is it?"

Fang Mo looked at the collector, "Is there something else?"

"This... hehe..."

The collector revealed a flattering smile and said, "Do you have more of these meatballs? I... I think I might not be able to collect it anymore, it's too delicious. Of course, I'm willing to pay! The Tivan Group has plenty of money."

"Do I look like I'm short of money?"

Fang Mo countered.

"Uh, well."

The collector's face stiffened, but he quickly recovered: "Then I can do things for you! You probably don't have your own forces in this universe yet, right? The Tivan Group can..."

"Ronan's battleship is quite good, can you fix it?" Fang Mo suddenly asked.

"The Dark Star?"

The collector paused, then nodded immediately: "Of course! I have also studied the Kree civilization's technology. Their biotechnology is very advanced. If you want to transform a personal vehicle, I am willing to serve you."

"Okay, let's settle it then."

Fang Mo nodded, then slapped three copper...universal meatballs on the table: "I will probably go to the Kree planet first, then go find trouble with Ego. You better get things done before that. I plan to show off when I return to Earth."

"Leave it to me."

Seeing the three universal meatballs on the table, the collector Tivan's mouth almost cracked with a smile.

Nodding, Fang Mo teleported back to the Team Rocket.

Just coming out of the space fog, Fang Mo saw Ronan tied up with alloy ropes like a zongzi, and several people led by Rocket Raccoon were loudly discussing something.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Fang Mo curiously walked up and asked.

"Fang Mo, good thing you're back." Drax saw Fang Mo and immediately spoke: "We're discussing how to deal with this guy. I was persuaded by that furry little creature."

"Don't call me a little creature!"

Rocket Raccoon bared his teeth and roared: "I told you to call me Captain Rocket!"

"Persuaded? Persuaded about what?"

Fang Mo was curious: "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha? Can't be, right? With your personality, you shouldn't do such stupid things..."

"I want Ronan to suffer the world's most painful punishment."

Drax excitedly said: "I was planning to stab him a hundred times and kill him brutally... but the little creature captain and that pretty boy said, if you want Ronan to suffer the most, we should ask for your opinion. They said in the team you are the most unscrupulous, not only a bit crazy, but also full of bad ideas, sure to make Ronan wish he were dead!"

"Huh?"

After listening to Drax's words, Fang Mo immediately turned to look at the two.

"..."

Rocket Raccoon quickly diverted his attention to the side, his furry ears guiltily turned back, pretending to whistle.

"No, what's in your mind?"

Star-Lord really couldn't hold back and directly spoke to Drax: "What we clearly said was 'Fang Mo has the most methods, he will surely think of a better way than us', how did it become like this with you? Really setting up your teammates, right?"

"I don't care! It was your suggestion!"

Drax waved his hand and then said to Fang Mo: "Help me think of a way, preferably the most unscrupulous one... to make this guy wish he were dead!"

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or an insult."

After listening to everyone's words, Fang Mo also couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Anyway, my character is already like this. Anyway, if you want to torture him, I do have a few methods for your reference."

"Let's hear it!"

Drax urged.

Star-Lord and Rocket Raccoon also couldn't help but perk up their ears.

"I have a sword that, when stabbed into someone, makes them immortal. Just bury him deep in the ground with the sword in him, and isn't that a living compost? Then pour a few kilograms of earthworms into the soil, borrow a couple of branches from Groot to insert, and I guarantee it will be blooming everywhere..."

"I am Groot! (No, no... that's too cruel...)"

Groot stepped back in fright after hearing this: "(I don't want to eat people, not even Kree, sorry friend, I can't do this...)"

"No good?"

Fang Mo shrugged: "Then let's choose a gentler method. I have a frying pan here, we can seal him inside it, and then you can defecate on the frying pan every day. By the way, this pan will never break. After you die, your sons and grandsons can continue to use it. It's an ancestral treasure. As long as you reproduce well, you can make Ronan eat shit for ten thousand years."

"Ha ha! That's great!"

Drax laughed immediately after hearing this: "My 'shit eggs' are famously large, Ronan is in for a treat!"

"This is truly chilling..."

Star-Lord couldn't help feeling a shiver run down his spine upon hearing this.

"Give me a break." Rocket Raccoon waved his hand: "Quill, you have to get used to it, this might already be his gentlest method."

"Alright, alright."

Star-Lord didn't want to continue this topic, so he waved his hand: "Where are we going next? We can't just camp out on this broken-down spaceship, can we?"

"To the Kree civilization."

Fang Mo said: "I promised Ronan before to go and wreak havoc on the Kree civilization."

"Huh?"

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this, and Star-Lord asked incredulously: "Are you sure he wants you to wreak havoc on the Kree civilization? Didn't you oversleep... I mean, did you mishear him, maybe he actually said something like causing trouble on Xandar?"

"No, he was talking about the Kree civilization."

Fang Mo shook his head: "His last wish before dying was to make a final effort for the Kree Empire, leading me to the Kree's homeworld..."

"I can testify that Ronan indeed said so."

Drax said assertively.

"Good grief." Rocket Raccoon looked at Ronan in shock: "Is this how you serve the empire?"

...

Ronan had given up thinking by now, remaining silent with his head bowed. Although his eyes were open, he seemed no different from being dead.

After dealing with Ronan.

The matters in the Void had come to an end.

Everyone really didn't want to stay there any longer. Ronan's Dark Aster was continuously exploding, almost all of the Necrocraft were outside trying to repair the ship, and the Tivan Group's fleet had also arrived. The whole battlefield was in utter chaos.

So, after a discussion, everyone returned to the Milano, heading towards the Kree Empire's territory.

The Void was very far from the Kree Empire, with countless jump points to traverse, including several asteroid belts. It would take a few days at the fastest to reach there.

During this time, Fang Mo fulfilled his promise.

That is, to seal Ronan inside the frying pan, and then let Drax use it as a toilet.

This Tinker Construct's frying pan was indeed useful. It looked like it was made of cast iron, but it seemed to have non-stick properties, not adhering to water or oil, and could be easily cleaned by just shaking it outside.

Drax had now discarded his dagger, carrying the pot around the spaceship.

However, Rocket Raccoon and Star-Lord couldn't stand this, though the pot seemed clean, the thought of its purpose made everyone nauseous. So, upon everyone's suggestion, Drax reluctantly wrapped the pot in high-tech plastic and carried it on his back, to be unwrapped when needed.

The pot was quite large, with a diameter of about half a meter, and a handle about a meter long, resembling an enlarged dung shovel when carried on the back.

Fang Mo affectionately named this pot.

The Detestable Shit-Stirrer — Betrayal.

To make it more fun, Fang Mo even enchanted the frying pan.

Unlike enchanting swords and other weapons, Fang Mo's enchantments for the pan included Sweeping Blade, Efficiency, Expansion, Strength, and Loyalty.

Fang Mo originally thought of adding Smelting or Flame Affinity.

But considering the actual use of the pan... something felt off, so he gave up on that enchantment.

The fighting aspect was covered by Sweeping Blade and Strength.

As for the toilet aspect.

Efficiency and Expansion were very useful enchantments.

And with Loyalty added, Drax could now throw the pot outside the spaceship, and it would clean itself like a dog shaking off water, then automatically fly back.

Honestly, Fang Mo was a bit tempted after seeing this.

He thought about making a better one for himself when he returned to MC, but currently, no one dared to provoke him, so it seemed he would have to wait for an unlucky victim.

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