The battle between the Asgardian legion and the Troll race was an easy one, a completely one-sided, crushing victory.
First, the equipment: the Asgardian warriors' golden armor and magical weapons were simply not on the same level as the crude stone clubs and wooden sticks held by the Trolls.
Next, physical fitness: the brute strength the Trolls prided themselves on offered no advantage against these Captain America-level Asgardian super-soldiers.
Furthermore, the Asgardian side had the hero unit Thor holding the line, making short work of the Troll cannon fodder like slicing melons and vegetables.
Then there were the Warriors Three and Sif; their strength was only slightly less than Thor's, but they barely qualified as hero units—the kind with no skills, only basic attacks.
And there was no need to mention Daniel.
Both he and BT outputted damage simultaneously; the gunfire from the Gatling gun and the XO-16 Chain Gun was nearly continuous.
In a battle dominated by cold weapons, this man and machine were exceptionally conspicuous, akin to a dimensional strike.
Many Trolls noticed the glaringly obvious Daniel and roared as they charged towards him.
Thor was also quite conspicuous, but the God of Thunder's reputation was well-known across the Nine Realms, and no one dared to engage him directly.
Thus, the Trolls triggered the 'Bully the Weak' buff, unanimously focusing their attention on Daniel, who looked easier to deal with.
This little guy is clearly a squishy ranged fighter; once we get close, he's definitely going to—
Boom!!
Daniel delivered a sharp left front kick, sending the charging Troll flying over ten meters away. The Troll spat a line of blood in the air and landed with a heavy thud, never to move again.
The other Trolls were stunned, collectively gulping.
Daniel retracted his overheating Gatling gun, slowly put on his magic mask, instantly activated Body Protection Spell, and burst forth with dazzling white light. Simultaneously, he held two magical swords that looked like light tubes in his hands, making his entire body glow like a thousand-watt lightbulb.
"Not bad, not bad," Daniel grinned. "You have successfully unlocked my second form."
"..."
The Trolls stared at the blinding light source before them, which they could only barely make out as human-shaped, and were all astonished.
As far as they knew, Asgardian powerhouses were mostly famous deities. But who was this sacred being radiating light?
A Light Dwarf?
Daniel didn't know what they were thinking, but he felt their intense malice. Seeing that the Trolls were all hesitant to advance, he snorted coldly and actively charged toward them.
Charge!
Whirlwind Cut!
Decapitate!
Jump Slash!
Illumination Spell! Illumination Spell! Illumination Spell!
As a Mage, Daniel immediately executed a seamless professional combo!
He was now a master of cold weapons. The two magic swords flowed like water in his hands, unleashing various Mage-exclusive skills, giving the Trolls no chance to fight back!
There was nothing they could do; they couldn't even open their eyes! How were they supposed to fight like this?
Seeing the terrifying combat power of the Asgardian side, the Trolls completely lost the will to fight. Their forces collapsed like a mountain; the remaining Trolls let out screams, dropped their clubs, and frantically fled towards the edges of the battlefield.
The Asgardian side achieved final victory!
However, the Asgardian legion showed little reaction.
After all, the battle was a complete crush in terms of equipment and combat power from the start; the victory was inevitable.
In fact, the Asgardian side did not suffer much damage throughout the entire war.
The only people who sustained substantial injuries were the Asgardian warriors closer to Daniel; they were affected during the battle, had their eyes temporarily blinded by the screen-filling light pollution, and were accidentally injured by their own teammates, becoming the few casualties of this campaign.
"We won!"
"It's great that Asgard helped!"
"Who is that Light Dwarf? He's incredible!"
"..."
The Dwarves were overjoyed, excited and gesticulating wildly.
After all, working for Asgard meant generous, non-negotiable payment, plus free security services.
Compared to the Trolls, who expected to be freeloaded and were constantly micromanaging, Asgard was the ideal client.
The Dwarf King Eitri stepped forward and sincerely thanked Thor: "Thanks to Asgard's timely aid, otherwise our Dwarf race would have likely been doomed this time."
"As allies of Asgard, it is our duty to lend a helping hand."
Thor gave a hearty laugh, then noticed the object in Eitri's hand: "Dwarf King, why are you holding a speaker?"
Eitri: "..."
I was trying to set the mood for you Asgardians.
After the battle with the Trolls, the Asgardian legion took a brief rest in Nidavellir.
During this interval, Daniel successfully activated the map coordinates at the Dwarf forging facility. From now on, he could teleport to Nidavellir at any time.
This was a great location.
The Dwarf race possessed the Nine Realms' top forging craft. Many divine artifacts were created here, making it practically an artifact shopping mall.
If he could gain their friendship, he could ask them to help forge divine artifacts in the future.
Thinking of this, Daniel clapped Eitri's shoulder thigh.
Eitri: (__)
Daniel: (゜_゜)
Is this seriously a Dwarf?
"Hold on for me."
Daniel summoned BT to his side and then stood inside its cockpit.
Eitri: (⊙-⊙)
Daniel: (⊙-⊙)
BT: [o]
Perfect height. The dialogue experience has significantly improved.
Daniel looked Eitri level in the eyes and got straight to the point: "Dwarf King, approximately how much does it cost to forge a piece of equipment here?"
Seeing that it was Daniel, who had saved the Dwarf race, Eitri patiently answered: "That depends on what you want to forge. The materials, craftsmanship, enchanting level, and so on all determine the final price."
Daniel tentatively asked: "What about forging something like Thor's Mjolnir?"
Upon hearing this, Eitri extended a thick finger: "Starting price, this number."
"One hundred million?"
"No, one dying star core as an energy source, plus several tons of Uru metal. And that's just the most basic material cost."
Daniel: "..."
Asgard is seriously rich!
Eitri changed the subject: "However, since you aided our Dwarf race, as a token of gratitude, the Dwarf race can forge one piece of equipment for you free of charge. The labor cost is waived; you just need to prepare the necessary materials for forging."
Daniel's eyes instantly lit up: "Then it's a deal!"
Receiving Dwarf King Eitri's promise of one free service meant that this trip to Nidavellir was already worthwhile based on this single gain.
Soon, the Asgardian legion was fully rested.
Thor threw his head back and loudly shouted Heimdall's name. Heimdall, far away in Asgard, immediately received the signal and activated the Bifröst without a word.
The Bifröst was practically a stellar-teleportation cheat. Using it, the Asgardian legion could teleport to various locations across the Nine Realms anytime, anywhere, directly descending like gods to quell local conflicts.
And Thor, as the overall commander, perfectly executed his unique tactical philosophy.
Which was: Don't overthink anything; just rush in!
Every time the legion landed at a new location via the teleportation, before everyone had fully stabilized, Thor would already be swinging his Mjölnir, shouting "For Asgard," and plunging headfirst into the enemy ranks without looking back.
The Asgardian warriors following Thor were long accustomed to his style. They didn't need orders; they simply grabbed their weapons and rushed in after him.
And surprisingly, in situations with complete overwhelming advantage in equipment and combat power, this simple and brutal tactic was exceptionally effective.
No matter what formation or strategy the opponents used, the Asgardian legion advanced like a bulldozer, crushing and utterly disorienting every opponent with unstoppable force.
This tactic was also very well suited to Daniel's style.
First, he would sweep the area with the Gatling gun. When his mana was almost depleted, he would immediately activate his Body Protection Spell, grab his two magic swords, transform into a close-combat mage, and charge into the enemy formation, his sword light flashing as he slashed at everyone he saw.
As he participated in more and more battles, Daniel became quite a celebrity within the Asgardian legion.
Now, the Asgardian warriors had all been conditioned by Daniel. The moment they saw him start to retract his Gatling gun, they would all uniformly move back over ten meters away, their movements so synchronized it was as if they had rehearsed it, fearing they would be affected by the blinding light pollution if they were a second late.
After the battles concluded, Daniel took the opportunity to activate several map coordinates, allowing him to embark on a spontaneous alien trip at any time.
However, the Nine Realms were truly vast, and the disturbances were endless.
Even with the Bifröst teleportation cheat, the Asgardian legion was struggling to keep up.
Therefore, they decided to split the legion into several routes and act separately.
Thor naturally commanded one squad, Sif led another, and the Warriors Three collectively commanded one team, heading to different realms to suppress the unrest.
Don't ask why the Warriors Three, being three individuals, only commanded one team. The answer is simply the will of the world; the three brothers had long been treated as a single entity, inseparable like a Magneton.
But when allocating combat power, they were stumped regarding Daniel's assignment.
Daniel's strength was truly overpowered; slotting him into any team would result in damage overflow.
Daniel suggested: "How about I also command a team on my own?"
He had long wanted to work independently. The mission rewards were calculated based on contribution, and constantly tagging along with the Asgardian legion wouldn't earn him much credit.
Especially that Thor guy, who just charged in the moment he landed.
If Thor only remembered he was the God of Hammers, it might be fine, but he was afraid the guy would suddenly have a flash of inspiration and remember he was also the God of Thunder. That would be utterly disastrous. A few blasts of "Thunder God Assist" would instantly clear the battlefield, leaving him with nothing but scraps.
"Great! Then you shall command a team!"
Thor agreed without thinking, as straightforward as always.
He waved his hand, planning to assign Daniel over a thousand regular soldiers, but Daniel refused.
The more people there were, the thinner the contribution would be spread, which was not cost-effective.
In the end, Daniel only requested three hundred Asgardian warriors.
No one else had any objections.
It should be noted that Daniel's name was still engraved on the high score board of the Asgardian gladiatorial arena.
For the Asgardians, who revered martial prowess, this was definitely one of the most respected honors.
This combat record was enough for Daniel to earn the respect of all Asgardian warriors; no one questioned his qualification to lead.
Daniel scanned his three hundred elite soldiers and fixed his gaze on a bald, muscular man in the back who was deliberately keeping his head down.
"Oi, bald guy, yes, you! Out!"
Daniel beckoned to the man.
The named bald man stiffened and shuffled out of the formation.
Daniel moved closer and saw the familiar face, immediately laughing: "Aren't you Skurge?"
This was the opponent he had faced in his first official match at the arena, the axe-wielding man code-named 'The Executioner.'
Skurge looked a bit embarrassed: "Sir, you still remember me."
Daniel nodded: "Of course I remember. Your axe was very effective. It truly is a weapon crafted by the Dwarves."
Skurge: "..."
He only remembers my axe, then!?
Daniel continued: "Your strength is decent. From now on, you'll be my adjutant, stay by my side."
Skurge was first stunned, then overjoyed. This was a godsend!
Becoming Daniel's adjutant meant more opportunities to prove himself. Once he returned to Asgard, he might even snag a government position.
He immediately straightened his posture and excitedly replied: "Yes, Sir! I am at your service!"
Daniel smiled faintly and scrutinized him again.
"Right, what weapon are you using now?"
"This one."
Skurge pulled a finely crafted short axe from his waist.
But compared to the imposing battle-axe from back then, this short axe looked rather pathetic. Downgrading from a great axe to a short axe was indeed quite tragic.
"You won't be needing a weapon."
Daniel took Skurge's short axe, then casually pulled out a speaker and put it in his hands: "You'll carry this from now on. During combat, your job is just to play some background music on the side."
"Huh?"
Skurge was bewildered.
"What do you mean, 'Huh'? This task is extremely important. Giving it to you is a sign of my trust. Understand?"
"I... understand."
"Excellent, excellent. Do well, and becoming a general won't be a dream."
Daniel patted Skurge's arm and turned to walk toward the Bifröst light column that had already been activated nearby.
Skurge watched Daniel's retreating figure and suddenly realized:
Wait, Sir!
You haven't returned my axe yet!
Vanaheim!
As one of the Nine Realms, things hadn't been peaceful here recently.
It was all because an alien pirate group known as the Ravagers had set their sights on this fertile land.
Just recently, they had descended in their spacecrafts, and relying on superior firepower, they were burning, killing, and plundering everywhere, committing all sorts of atrocities, making life miserable for the local inhabitants.
At this very moment, a group of oddly shaped Ravagers had surrounded a small village.
Leading them was a burly cyclops carrying a large firearm that looked like several scrapped engines crudely welded together.
He was shouting at the trembling villagers: "Hand over all the resources in your village! Or we'll level this pathetic place!"
The villagers were too scared to breathe. Finally, the old village chief hesitantly stepped forward.
"It's not that we don't want to hand them over, but the resources in our village were already plundered yesterday by another group of Ravagers."
The Cyclops: "..."
Although they were all Ravagers, they belonged to completely different crews.
It was similar to a franchise model; 'Ravagers' was just a brand. Anyone meeting the criteria could join the alien pirate organization, but they operated independently. Whoever plundered it kept it.
"F*ck! All that work for nothing!"
The Cyclops cursed under his breath, glaring fiercely at the old village chief: "Since you have no resources, you worthless lot have no reason to live. Boys, kill these paupers..."
Bang!
A gunshot interrupted the Cyclops's words.
Under the astonished gaze of everyone, his head suddenly exploded like a ripe watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the nearby henchmen.
The scene instantly fell silent. Everyone present was dumbfounded and turned towards the direction the bullet came from.
They saw Daniel holding a golden Desert Eagle in one hand, smoke still rising from the muzzle.
Da-da-da—!
Accompanied by the stirring background music, Daniel swaggered towards them with an arrogant gait. Skurge carried a large speaker beside him, and three hundred burly Asgardian men followed behind, their golden armor gleaming in the sunlight.
What a rich army!
A thought flashed through everyone's minds.
"Ugly bastards, what crew are you with? Don't you know this turf is ours?"
Daniel's tone was arrogant. He glanced over the group of Ravagers: "Hand over all the resources on your spaceship! Otherwise, we'll slice you ugly bastards into mincemeat!"
The Ravagers looked at each other, momentarily unable to react.
Usually, they were the ones robbing others. Today, they were being robbed?
A brave little goon raised his gun: "Who the hell are you, daring to rob our Rav..."
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out, and the little goon's head instantly gained a new hole.
Daniel snorted coldly: "You don't even recognize Asgard, the Nine Realms' number one gang. You deserve to die!"
The Ravagers: "..."
They certainly knew Asgard, but they had never heard of Asgard having this kind of style!
This behavior was even more brutal than theirs!
If not for the three hundred regular Asgardian soldiers standing behind him, they would definitely have thought this was a newly emerging gang leader from some other galaxy.
Daniel didn't care what they were thinking. He said coldly: "You have three seconds! Put down your weapons, men on the left, women on the right, and squat down with your hands over your heads! One second late, and I'll chop you into mincemeat!"
"Three!"
"Two!"
Clatter!
Before he could even shout "One," they saw weapons scattered everywhere.
These Ravagers, usually so fierce, were now as docile as lambs, splitting into two lines, squatting down with their hands over their heads, not even daring to breathe loudly.
A few genderless aliens spun nervously in place, then hardened their hearts and simply knocked themselves unconscious.
It wasn't that they didn't want to move; they truly didn't dare to move!
On one hand, the three hundred Asgardian giants opposite them were all burly and powerful, their golden armor dazzling. Just their presence was terrifying, completely overwhelming their few dozen irregular troops.
On the other hand, the leader, Daniel, was simply too frightening.
His marksmanship was ridiculously accurate, he was merciless, and before they could even clearly see his movements, their companion was down.
Who could guarantee that they wouldn't be next?
As bandits who constantly killed and plundered, they didn't care about loyalty or backbone; those things were rarer than their consciences.
For them, being alive was everything!
"Which one of you is the leader? Step out and talk!"
Daniel surveyed the squatting Ravagers.
A wasteland-style Ravager weakly said: "Our leader was shot dead by you at the beginning."
Daniel glanced at the corpse on the ground and pointed casually at the Ravager who answered: "Fine, you're the new leader now! You answer whatever I ask. Got it?"
New Leader: "...Understood."
"Very good."
Daniel nodded in satisfaction: "First question: How many crews like yours are operating in Vanaheim?"
"Uh, there should be over a hundred."
That many?
Daniel was initially surprised, but on second thought, it was reasonable.
After all, they were an interstellar pirate organization; it would be strange if they weren't this large.
Next, he continued to ask: "Where else are the other crews operating?"
"We all operate independently and don't interfere with each other. We handle the resources we plunder ourselves."
"Then you must have some way to contact each other, right?"
"Yes, yes!"
The New Leader quickly nodded: "We have an internal Ravagers communication channel. Different crews can contact each other through an encrypted signal."
Daniel's interest was piqued: "Encrypted channel? How exactly does that work?"
The New Leader explained: "Every Ravager ship has a communicator. You can access the channel with it."
"Take me to see it."
Daniel instructed the Asgardian warriors to guard the captives, and he, along with his adjutant Skurge, followed the newly appointed Ravager leader towards the valley where they had hidden their spacecraft.
Speaking of which, this was his first time seeing a real spacecraft.
The Ravager spacecraft wasn't huge; it could probably fit seventy or eighty people at most. The hull was covered in scratches and rust, and in several places, there were clear signs of later welding and patching, deep in some spots and shallow in others, like old clothes covered in patches.
"Can this junk really fly out of the atmosphere?"
Daniel couldn't help but mutter, highly doubting whether it would fall apart mid-air.
However, according to the New Leader, although the spaceship looked shabby, its core engine and jump drive were reliable.
It could use fixed, natural wormholes in space for spatial leaps, achieving long-distance teleportation. The principle was somewhat similar to Daniel's teleportation anchor points, but it wasn't as convenient or free; it required finding specific jump points to activate.
This was how the Ravagers had traveled all the way from distant star systems to Vanaheim.
"So, you can travel to other star systems through wormholes?" Daniel asked.
The New Leader quickly nodded: "Yes, as long as you set the coordinates in the navigation system, the ship will automatically scan for nearby jump points and plan the optimal route."
"Excellent!"
The corners of Daniel's mouth slightly curled up.
With a spacecraft like this, he could directly expand the game map to the entire universe.
At that point, he would be able to fly across the entire universe instead of just globally. Just thinking about it was exciting!
Daniel then asked a series of other questions, supplementing the game's worldview.
Finally, a question suddenly occurred to him, and he asked casually: "By the way, what language have we been communicating in all this time?"
"English!"
The New Leader answered as if it were obvious.
Daniel: "???"
He asked with a strange expression: "How do you know English? Is English the universal language in the universe?"
The New Leader explained: "No, we all wear miniature language translators that automatically convert to the language the other party can understand."
"I see."
Daniel finally understood, his confusion resolved.
He had actually thought the entire universe spoke English.
Daniel didn't ask any more questions and had the New Leader count the resources on the spaceship.
Truthfully, this group of Ravagers had quite a haul.
Besides various energy weapons and protective gear, there were also many precious items and various strange gadgets. These were all spoils of war the Ravagers had plundered from various places, all things Daniel had never seen before. Everything looked new and exciting to him.
These aren't Ravagers; they're clearly mobile supply drops!
Daniel's eyes gleamed.
He collected everything he was interested in, including the miniature language translator the New Leader was wearing.
New Leader: "..."
You're the real robber, aren't you!
Although he didn't have the miniature language translator, this didn't prevent Daniel from communicating with him.
Because Daniel had a more advanced language translator: the game system's built-in 'Let's Speak Chinese Together,' which automatically converted the words of both parties into languages they could understand.
The New Leader almost thought Daniel was a fellow countryman when he heard the fluent 'hometown language' spill from Daniel's mouth.
However, judging by their appearances, they were clearly two different species.
The New Leader cautiously asked: "Um, you've asked everything you needed to. Can I leave now?"
Daniel naturally shook his head: "Of course not. I still have one thing I need you to do."
"Wh-what is it?"
"Use the ship's communicator to contact other Ravagers to come over. Tell them you've found a big fat sheep and need assistance."
"..."
Under Daniel's threatening gaze, the New Leader had no choice but to comply, using the communicator to contact nearby Ravagers.
Soon, a Ravager crew responded, saying they would come immediately.
Not for anything else, purely out of a desire to help others!
Daniel waved his hand: "Skurge, tell the brothers outside that a big fat sheep is about to be delivered to us. Grab your gear and get ready!"
New Leader: "..."
Who exactly are the Ravagers here?!
Not long after, the new Ravager squad arrived at the scene.
They walked excitedly out of their spacecraft, looking for the legendary big fat sheep.
Instead of a big fat sheep, however, they saw three hundred Asgardian warriors surrounding them.
Asgardian Warriors: [Stare]
Ravagers: (Д≡д)!?
"Hey, did you hear?"
At the stronghold of a certain Ravager crew, a member with a pineapple-like face approached his companions, looking mysterious.
"Apparently, a special Ravager crew has appeared in Vanaheim recently. They don't plunder the resources of the locals; they specialize in plundering the resources of other Ravagers."
A muscular man polishing his weapon next to him looked up: "I heard too. They say this 'Plundering the Ravagers' crew intentionally tricks other Ravager crews into coming over through the internal communication channel, or sends them coordinates, and then attacks them."
"No way, we Ravagers are being plundered?"
"Absolutely true. Many Ravager crews have already fallen victim and disappeared without a trace, ship and all. A Ravager friend told me: if you receive any unidentified communication, especially one claiming to have found a big fat sheep, DO NOT ANSWER! DO NOT ANSWER!"
"We really need to be careful then. By the way, where is our team's comms officer?"
"Uh, I think he's in the ship..."
Before the Ravager crew member could finish, the ship's hatch suddenly opened, and the comms officer jumped out looking excited.
"Guys, I have good news! I just received a signal from another Ravager crew! They said they found a super-rich, big fat sheep in the northern valley and urgently need assistance! I've already sent them our coordinates!"
He put his hands on his hips proudly: "Hahaha! We're gonna get rich! Aren't you surprised, aren't you excited about this news!"
Other Ravagers: "..."
Da-da-da—!
Accompanied by powerful background music, over a dozen Ravager spacecrafts sped through the air, instantly surrounding them, their cannons aimed squarely at them.
"We are the Plundering the Ravagers Squad! Immediately put down your weapons and surrender! Otherwise, we will open fire in three seconds!"
Other Ravagers: "..."
Comms Officer: "Huh?"
Without the slightest hesitation, the Ravagers threw down their weapons and raised their hands in surrender, their movements smooth and natural.
Better to be a coward for life than a hero for three seconds!
The moment they surrendered, over a dozen Ravager spacecrafts landed with a roar, kicking up dust.
Daniel walked out of one of the largest and most luxurious ships, while large groups of gold-armored Asgardian warriors poured out of the other ships.
That's right, they were the ones piloting the Ravager ships.
Daniel possessed the Soul of the Veteran Driver, allowing him to skillfully operate any vehicle. He immediately knew how to fly the spacecraft upon taking control.
And there was no need to mention the Asgardian warriors; as Asgardian elites, flying spacecrafts was a required skill.
"Arrest them, and strip them of all their equipment and items."
At Daniel's command, dozens of Asgardian warriors pounced on them like hungry wolves.
Helmets, armor, guns, chest rigs, backpacks!
Strip everything!
Even high-value items hidden in discreet places were not spared. Their movements were so practiced and efficient that it was clear this was not the first time they had done this.
The Ravagers dared not be angry or speak out.
They felt like they had encountered a professional robbery syndicate!
Finally, the Ravagers were stripped bare, and they thought it was over.
But then they saw Daniel walk towards them, pointing his gun at their foreheads: "Notify your Ravager friends and family. Tell them there's a super-great opportunity here, worth at least tens of millions, with an ultra-high rate of return. This chance won't come again."
Ravagers: "..."
Wrong. These people aren't a robbery syndicate; they're a scam syndicate!
Skurge looked at the captives tearfully sending scam messages to their colleagues and couldn't help but ask: "Sir, weren't we here to quell the unrest in Vanaheim?"
These past few days, they had been plundering the resources of the Ravagers in Vanaheim.
They had seized over twenty spacecrafts alone. Excluding the dozen or so they were piloting, the rest were parked in the valley, which was almost full.
They had come to Vanaheim as saviors, but now it felt like they were here as robbers to get rich.
"We are quelling the unrest right now."
Daniel chuckled: "Look, now the Ravagers are all on edge, unable to protect their own safety and property. How could they still have the presence of mind to plunder others?"
Skurge scratched his head: "That does seem to make sense."
Daniel waved his hand: "You've worked hard these past few days. Go pick out a few things you like from the spoils of war."
Skurge's eyes lit up. He declared self-righteously: "This is all for Asgard, to protect the peace of the Nine Realms. It is my duty, and even without any reward, I, Skurge, would never shirk it!"
Daniel showed a moved expression: "I misjudged you. I didn't realize you were so virtuous. Since that's the case, I shall bear these worldly possessions alo—"
"But then again, since you, Sir, have already offered, it would be rude of me not to take a few items and disappoint your good intentions!"
Skurge chuckled and ran toward the pile of spoils.
Daniel ignored the idiot and began to tally his earnings from the past few days.
Robbing the resources of dozens of Ravagers had been highly lucrative. The universal currency alone amounted to at least tens of millions by a rough estimate, plus various valuable items—enough for him to step into the middle class of the universe.
Sure enough, to get rich, you have to rely on zero-dollar shopping!
Daniel didn't stop and continued his baiting plan.
In fact, he was worried that the Ravagers would be scared off and flee.
If he and the Asgardian warriors simply crushed them directly, the Ravagers, with their opportunism, would surely slip away immediately, and he wouldn't have so many mobile supply drops to pick up.
He had to fleece as many as he could before the Ravagers fully caught on!
The local residents of Vanaheim gradually noticed a change.
The recent days seemed too peaceful.
The annoying Ravagers had seemingly vanished into thin air, rarely showing their faces anymore.
At first, everyone was nervous, thinking these interstellar bandits were plotting something malicious.
But after several days passed, let alone robbery, they couldn't even hear the roar of a spaceship engine.
"Could they have left?"
"If so, thank the gods! No one will steal our things anymore!"
People couldn't help but gather and discuss.
But before they could truly relax, a familiar engine sound came from the sky.
Everyone's heart jumped to their throats. They looked up and, sure enough, a Ravager spaceship was speeding towards them.
"Oh no! It's the Ravagers! They're back!"
Someone shrieked, and the momentary relief vanished instantly.
But soon, someone noticed that the ship didn't seem to be heading for them. Its speed was terrifyingly fast, with no intention of slowing down or landing, as if something frightening was chasing it from behind.
Then, dense black dots appeared on the horizon behind the ship, growing larger. They were all Ravager spacecrafts!
Da-da-da—!
Accompanied by powerful background music, they also didn't pause, charging directly after the ship in front.
Local Residents: "..."
What is going on?
Ravagers chasing Ravagers?
Not only did they not understand, but Quill, who was frantically operating the steering yoke in the first spaceship, didn't understand either!
He was Peter Quill, code-named Star-Lord, a famous legendary rogue in the universe.
At least, that's what he considered himself.
He was only flying a ship he had stolen from his adoptive father, Yondu, intending to take on a few private jobs in Vanaheim and save enough money to start his own crew.
But as soon as the ship stabilized, he received an encrypted message on the internal Ravager channel, claiming a huge business worth tens of millions needed assistance.
Quill couldn't resist.
He was just about to completely break away from Yondu and go solo, so he immediately piloted his ship to the designated location mentioned by the message.
To his surprise, as soon as he showed up, he saw dozens of Ravager spacecrafts surrounding him, shouting something about the 'Plundering the Ravagers Squad' and demanding his surrender.
What the hell is the Plundering the Ravagers Squad? Who taught you guys this kind of name-inception?!
Quill instantly realized something was wrong and quickly manipulated the ship to escape.
But he didn't expect dozens of Ravager spacecrafts to follow closely, sticking to him as if he owed them money, refusing to let go. If not for his superior piloting skills, he would have been intercepted already.
What grudge, what hatred is this!
Quill looked at the ship's rearview mirror—no, the panoramic monitor—and saw dozens of Ravager spacecrafts still in close pursuit, looking determined to catch him.
He quickly opened the internal channel and shouted: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! I'm not a Ravager, I'm just an ordinary person passing by! Stop chasing me!"
"Oh? Then do you have money?"
A lazy male voice came through the communicator.
Quill answered without thinking: "Of course, who doesn't have money?"
"Then we're chasing the right guy. Keep it up, brothers, that one up front is a fat sheep," the man's tone was certain.
Quill: "..."
You guys are just plain robbers, aren't you?!
He had been holding onto a burst of energy, thinking that with his skills, honed across the galaxy, he might still be able to lose these dozens of ships.
Quill gripped the steering yoke, ready to perform a spaceship drift and show these country bumpkins what a technical pilot looked like.
But when he checked the monitor, dozens of ships simultaneously raised their cannon muzzles, and the lock-on warning sound blared!
Quill: "..."
"I surrender!!"
The shout was crisp and decisive, with not a trace of hesitation.
Quill wanted to cry.
It wasn't that his skills were bad; it was that the opposing side wouldn't give him a chance to show them off!
With dozens of muzzles aimed at him simultaneously, he couldn't dodge that kind of barrage even if he snapped the steering yoke!
"Kill the engine, pull over and stop."
Hearing the voice from the communicator, Quill felt a wave of frustration.
In principle, he never took orders from anyone, but facing dozens of principles aimed at him, he knew how to be flexible.
At that moment, Quill still held a glimmer of hope.
Perhaps the people in these ships were weak.
He might still find a chance to fight his way out with his combat skills...
The moment that thought arose.
He saw a large number of gold-armored Asgardian warriors walking out of the ships, their muscles bulging. One punch from them would probably render him immobile.
Quill: "..."
Great. Now I'm truly finished!