Marvel: What If Thanos Adopted A Saiyan?-Chapter 127 - 128: Woz’s Live Broadcast

Ego had been searching for this extraterrestrial visitor for a very long time.

His previous wife had even called him a lunatic—accusing him of being obsessed with nonsense. Even during their discussions on the origin of life, he would get distracted, rambling on about entities from beyond the cosmos, enough to kill the mood entirely.

Since then, Ego had left her—and vowed never again to marry anyone with telepathic abilities.

That power was far too unsettling. Once it reached its peak, even beings of his caliber could have their memories read. Such individuals were better kept as pets than as lovers.

But that wasn't the point. The seed had been planted. All he needed to do now was wait for the harvest.

What delighted Ego the most at this moment, however, was discovering that very same cosmic visitor—one who had haunted his thoughts day and night—right here on Gafa.

This was far more thrilling than any romantic pursuit.

"You've been following me," Lothar said—not as a question, but as a statement, his tone certain.

"Of course."

Ego put away the instrument in his hands, straightened up, and adjusted his collar. "In this universe, I'm likely the only one truly interested in you."

Forever seeking the path to his own evolution, Ego desperately needed a frame of reference.

And Lothar, who had twisted the fabric of space and crossed over from another universe while still an infant, was—by Ego's estimation—ideal research material. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Regrettably, he hadn't arrived in time that day. By the time he reached Titan, the planet was in ruins. The aura that didn't belong to this universe had already vanished from his senses.

"Interested in making a deal?" Ego asked, raising an eyebrow, his voice low.

"Not interested."

Without hesitation, Lothar turned and walked away.

Ego didn't stop him. He simply watched as Lothar's figure melted into the crowd, drifting farther and farther from him.

"Truly not interested?" Ego murmured, glancing down at his suit with a casual smile. With a flick of his fingers, the garments disintegrated into pieces. He grabbed his instrument again and continued his hunt.

There was time. Plenty of time. He could afford to play the long game.

"Lord Lothar, the micro-surveillance device is fully installed."

A notification flickered across the lens of Lothar's right eye as he merged into the throng.

"Woz, can you find any information on that man?"

"Apologies, Lord Lothar. Woz is unable to retrieve any data."

Woz, despite being an advanced AI lifeform, had limits—and this Ego person was entirely outside its database.

Though Woz didn't say it aloud, he now understood that limitation all too well.

Lothar shifted his gaze to Zola, who was playing with a cat behind him. "You said I'm a VIP at your Cosmic Auction House, right?"

"Yes, of course. Do you have a request, Mr. Lothar?"

Zola immediately snapped into professional mode.

"I want a full report on that man by tonight. Everything," Lothar said. With a command through Woz, a cobalt-blue holographic screen appeared before Zola's eyes.

On it was a vivid snapshot of Ego, smiling brightly—captured just moments ago by Woz.

"No problem," Zola replied with complete confidence.

Time to show off some real skill.

However, when night fell...

[Name: Ego.]

"That's it? Everything else... unknown?"

Lothar looked over the report, which differed little from what Woz had given him. He glanced up. Reflected in his eyes was Zola's face—overcome with guilt.

She knew it sounded unbelievable, but this was the best she could pull together using the full information network of the Cosmic Auction House.

She'd even taken the time to consult her seniors, and the answer she got had sent a chill down her spine:

[Access Denied: Insufficient Clearance]

Just that single message was enough for Zola to realize how serious the situation was.

She was personally responsible for handling clients of Lothar's level—and even that wasn't enough.

"Restricted access, huh?"

"How interesting."

Lothar stared thoughtfully at the live feed from the micro-surveillance camera displayed on his right-eye screen.

...

Capital City of Gafa – Within a Private Estate.

Ego, dressed in formal attire, swayed gracefully to intoxicating music, hand-in-hand with a stunning woman.

Their bodies—her supple, his coarse—brushed subtly as they danced, drawn together by the rhythm, the atmosphere thick with sensual tension.

As the music faded, the woman in the crimson evening gown opened her eyes, full of longing.

"If only we could dance like this forever," she whispered, her voice tinged with wistful regret.

"Why not, Jennifer?"

Ego's long hair cascaded over his shoulders, and to Jennifer, his every movement radiated irresistible charm.

"If you wish it, we can be together forever."

"Forever," he echoed.

"But I don't know if our plan will succeed this time. If we fail... our entire race will be banished to the gladiator pits of Sakaar."

She had spent centuries accumulating the power for this single, desperate gamble—to reclaim her people's standing on Gafa.

"You'll succeed. Especially if you allow me to help," Ego said, his tone suddenly serious.

"No. If you get involved, everything changes." Jennifer shook her head and gently placed a finger on Ego's lips, signaling him to stop.

"I know your background is mysterious. You won't even tell me where you're from. But I love you. And I won't let you get dragged into this."

"Because if you interfere, it will violate the rules set long ago by the Collector."

"And you'll die."

Jennifer didn't want to see the man she loved ripped apart by the Collector for her sake.

"In this universe, no one can kill me, my love." Ego closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Jennifer inhaled his distinct scent and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Her soft body no longer satisfied with mere brushes of contact, her heated skin ignited, reducing her crimson gown to ashes.

"Mmhmm~"

Jennifer made no protest as her long legs slipped free of their last constraint.

"Wait."

Just as she finished undressing Ego, he suddenly spoke, halting her movements.

Damn it!

Ego's expression turned instantly grim. A surge of power rippled through him—his discarded clothes vanishing without a trace, along with the micro-surveillance device hidden inside them.

...

Back on Gafa, Lothar lay on a bed, still trying to make sense of what Ego and the woman named Jennifer were doing—when the screen went dark.

Beside him, Zora had turned beet red.

...

Meanwhile, across dozens of star systems, Hela was... feeding her horse.

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