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Chapter 136: Peak Duel, Shaking Countless Dimensions!
🕑 Added 2025-03-18 12:19:31 +0000 UTC"Yondu, do we need to leave two people here to guard this place?"
"What if they leave?"
"If the coordinates are wrong, the client might refuse to pay."
A burly man with a wicked expression spoke up.
"Click-Killer, do you have a better idea?"
Yondu glanced at him, sensing ulterior motives.
"Remember, isn't Star-Lord from Earth. Why not call him back to keep an eye on things? We can wait nearby, confirm the gem’s location, get paid, and leave."
"You know our client is powerful and notorious—we can't afford to mess this up."
"Impossible! Star-Lord has other tasks. This is our responsibility."
Yondu rejected the suggestion without hesitation.
After taking Star-Lord away from Earth, he had learned the truth about his father’s intentions. He had hidden that information, unwilling to let Peter fall into another trap.
What if Star-Lord returned to Earth and refused to leave? That would force someone else to take him away again.
Besides, Yondu had other plans—he wanted Peter to be his heir, the next leader of the Ravagers.
"If you won’t let Star-Lord come, then let me stay behind. With our technology, these Earthlings won’t even detect us."
Click-Killer’s eyes gleamed as he made his proposal.
"Fine, but remember—don’t get too close. They are not people we can afford to cross."
To prevent Star-Lord from returning, Yondu reluctantly agreed. However, he made sure to warn Click-Killer before leaving.
The God of Magic was too strong.
With him present, it was impossible for them to seize the Reality Gem or the Space Gem.
Although these two gems were worth a combined 8 billion universal credits—enough to build a massive star fleet—such riches were meaningless if they couldn’t leave with their lives.
A Treacherous Plan
As soon as Yondu left, Click-Killer gathered the men he had prepared in advance.
After learning about the Aether from the Dark Elves, they had been tempted.
When profits reach 100%, some people will take risks.
When profits reach 200%, some will risk death.
But now, the potential profit was incalculable.
If they succeeded, even a fraction of it would allow them to live in luxury for the rest of their lives.
No more dangerous raids with the Ravagers.
"Are we really doing this? Yondu was right—the God of Magic is beyond our reach."
One of the men hesitated, uneasy.
"Eight billion! Don’t forget why we became Ravagers!"
"Yondu is a coward—too cautious! Do you really want to follow him forever?"
"Think about it! How much do you get from each raid? How many times would you need to raid just to afford one real woman on Conrat-Shatt?"
"Or are you satisfied with using that pile of scrap metal to vent your desires?"
"Eight billion! With that money, we can have anything we want—anyone we want! And not just anyone, but the finest!"
Click-Killer’s face twisted with greed as he rubbed his hands together, lost in fantasy.
"If we pull this off, we can form our own crew—where every score is split evenly. No more scraps!"
"It’s just a few Earth magicians. And haven’t you noticed? The God of Magic isn’t here!"
"There are only a few women left. This is our chance!"
"All we need to do is storm in, take them down, and grab the gems!"
"Come on, for a better life!"
Hearing this, the others couldn’t resist anymore.
Wasn’t this why they became Ravagers in the first place?
They weren’t in this life to scrape by, barely surviving.
And every time Yondu led a raid, most of the loot was funneled into repairs, supplies, and ship maintenance. Only a small portion was left for the crew.
It was decent money—but never enough.
Screw it.
"Alright, looks like we have no cowards. We’ll move as soon as Yondu is out of sight!"
"With the God of Magic gone, we grab the gems and disappear!"
"No way he can chase us across the entire universe!"
However, the Ravagers failed to realize—
Their plan had already been exposed.
The camouflage technology they took pride in was worthless against a true powerhouse.
And with such a large group gathered in one place, even an idiot could tell something was off.
Meanwhile, Yondu and his men had barely left when he suddenly changed course, heading back the way they came.
"Boss, aren’t we supposed to be gathering intel on the other gem?"
His deputy, Kraglin, asked in confusion.
"Intel, my ass. Click-Killer and those idiots think I don’t know what they’re up to?"
"They’re probably already scheming against the God of Magic."
"And what do you think will happen?"
"If we stick around, we’ll be dragged down with them!"
"You really think they’ll keep quiet about our involvement?"
Yondu wasn’t stupid.
He knew Click-Killer too well. If that man insisted on staying behind, he had to be plotting something.
And he hadn’t just stayed—he had gathered a whole group. What else could they be after but the 8 billion?
The real mission, given by the cosmic tyrant Thanos, was to investigate Earth—specifically, how the Chitauri fleet had vanished.
With their technology, hacking Earth’s records to find out was easy.
As for the Infinity Gems? That was just an additional commission.
If they found them, great.
If not, it wasn’t worth dying for.
Yondu wasn’t even planning to give Thanos Aaron’s coordinates.
If Thanos discovered Yondu’s involvement, he might just kill him outright.
Best not to provoke such people.
And as for the separate 4-billion-credit bounty? That one came from the Collector, Tivan, ruler of Knowhere.
That was a safer mission—tracking the Orb.
There was no need to mess with the God of Magic.
Why take the risk?
Four billion was more than enough for a comfortable life.
Kraglin listened and felt a surge of admiration.
As expected of the boss!
Their group accelerated, eager to get as far away from Click-Killer’s disaster as possible.
The Ancient One, having observed the Ravagers’ movements, saw that Yondu’s group was leaving.
She chose not to interfere.
This wasn’t a matter of magical security, and she had no reason to get involved.
They were just space marauders.
At most, a side distraction.
Even with Aaron absent, the women in his household were terrifying in their own right.
What worried her more were those searching for the other Infinity Gems.
Two were still out there—the Power Gem and the Soul Gem.
If either fell into the wrong hands, it would bring a crisis unlike any before.
The Soul Gem could collect the souls of the entire universe.
The Power Gem could shatter stars at will.
In the future she had foreseen, someone had gathered all six gems—threatening the universe itself.
With Aaron now in play, would that future still come to pass?
Perhaps he should gather the remaining gems first.
But that was a dangerous path.
Could he resist the temptation of ultimate power?
The Ancient One hesitated.
Would it be wise to tell him?
Meanwhile, in the Split Realm—the Sixth Dimension…
As Tiboro returned to his domain, Aaron had already destroyed his entire army of puppets.
These massive stone statues, once the foundation of Tiboro’s rule, lay in ruins.
And the energy of the dimension itself—Aaron had absorbed a quarter of it!
Tiboro’s heart ached more for the lost energy than for his fallen army.
Staring at the destruction, Tiboro didn’t attack immediately. Instead, he asked warily:
"What did you do to Aggamon?"
Aaron continued absorbing energy, his expression unreadable.
"He’s fine… for now."
But perhaps not for long.
And so, a battle erupted—one so fierce it shook dimensions far and wide.
Nearby Dimensional Lord turned in shock as the brightest explosion they had ever seen bloomed across the cosmos.
