Marvel's Superman [Completed]

"It's another beautiful day."

The Collector, Taneleer Tivan, who was standing in his 'private museum'...

With his eyes full of satisfaction, he admired the rare items he collected with great care.

"Is there anyone who can possess a greater number of precious treasures than I do?"

The Elder of the Universe's face was filled with a sense of accomplishment, like an otaku looking at a wall full of limited edition figures.

Sometimes, happiness was as simple as that.

"Master, there's an earthling who claims to have a referral from the Grandmaster, hoping to purchase a young and vibrant habitable planet from the Tivan Group."

The red-skinned maid cautiously entered the Collector's private area and whispered.

There were display cases around her.

There were both dead and living things among them.

For example, a certain technological item originating from an ancient civilisation, some endangered species, and even a dog in a spacesuit.

For Taneleer Tivan, the criteria for his collection were simple.

It wasn't just a matter of being valuable, but its own value, as well as the time it took to preserve it.

While the Elders of the Universe had long lives, to begin with, the Collector was even more unusual.

He once made a bet with one of the five deities, 'Death', and was lucky enough to be the loser.

The price of losing was not being able ever to set foot in the realm of the dead.

In other words, Taneleer Tivan had an 'immortal body' in a philosophical sense.

For the foreseeable future, the Collector would probably be one of the longest living Elders of the Universe.

Unless the multiverse was rebooted and the concept of death was rewritten.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for Taneleer Tivan to die in a true sense.

And because of this, the Collector's favourite pieces...

Were things that could be permanently preserved and wouldn't be corrupted by time.

Like the Infinity Stones that belonged to this category.

In the comic book, Taneleer Tivan once thought about collecting the Avengers, throwing Captain America and Iron Man into a display case, but it didn't work.

The mutants and Inhumans were all targets.

"The Grandmaster? An Earthling ...?"

The Collector frowned.

The Elders of the Universe had lived for so long that their relationships had long since faded.

They were only interested in their own hobbies and desires.

They didn't care about anything else.

"Could he be... getting me into some kind of mess again!"

The Collector thought about it for a moment and told the maid, "Take that earthling to the reception room. I'll see him later."

Every time the Grandmaster approached him, nothing good would come of it.

Last time, the other party said there was a shortage of champion fighters on Sakaar.

He made a bet with Taneleer Tivan and finally snatched Beta Ray Bill.

It was a precious item that he had managed to get his hands on, one that had undergone a cybernetic transformation, a powerful warrior like no other.

There were also tournaments in Knowhere, and Beta Ray Bill was supposed to be the Collector's trump card.

Used against the Captain of the Guard of the Shi'ar Empire, Kallark.

"Yes, Master."

The red-skinned maid nodded and then said, "The Kree Empire's warship has just entered the starport. The representative involved in this auction house is Ronan the Accuser, the famous warlord."

"How could it be him!?"

The Collector's relieved brow knitted together again, and his face looked a little depressed.

Knowhere was the territory of the Tivan Group; even the three galactic empires had to show respect.

Ronan, the Accuser, was not only overbearing in character, but he was also exceedingly arrogant and a war-monger.

And there was also a strong racist sentiment, discriminating against any life other than pure-blood Kree.

If some Skrulls or some Shi'ars passed by and provoked this guy into a killing spree, it would be bad.

After all, it wasn't as if Ronan hadn't done that kind of thing before.

"Did you send someone over to greet him?"

The Collector instantly forgot about meeting the earthling. He didn't want Ronan to cause a mess and disrupt the auction.

"No, not yet. We tried to contact the Kree Empire's warship before, but they refused to communicate. We don't know when Ronan would arrive in Knowhere."

The red-skinned maid bowed her head and replied with a trembling voice.

The Collector was furious, but at this time, he wasn't in the mood to punish anyone.

He quickly walked out of the huge room filled with display cases and was ready to contact the person in charge of the starport.

But before Taneleer Tivan could do so, his communicator received a message.

"What!? Someone got into a fight with Ronan, the Accuser?"

The Collector's eyes widened in disbelief.

'Who would have the guts to mess with that notoriously evil warlord?'

...

...

Back 20 minutes ago.

"Are you telling me to fuck off?"

Zod stared at the tall, blue-skinned male alien.

The other party looked like a big shot, with people following behind him.

Moreover, when the Kryptonian General blocked the way, a number of warriors instantly raised their firearms and pointed them at his body.

Looking at their cold eyes, it seemed that as soon as the blue-skinned alien gave the order, they would immediately shoot to kill.

"Such nonsense."

Zod sneered without trying to avoid it.

He didn't exactly have a good temper either, but he was a Kryptonian General who had never needed to raise his fists to teach other people a simple lesson.

But this blue-skinned guy not only rammed his shuttlecraft with his warship, but he was also threatening him with force!

"Inferior races ..."

Zod clenched his fist and was about to teach the other party a lesson when he suddenly heard such words.

As if another bucket full of oil was poured in, the existing blaze of anger boiled up even more!

It had to be said, the Kree were simply dancing in a minefield!

Zod, as someone with the General genetic template, had to protect Kryptonians' honour.

In order to fulfil the great cause of rebuilding Krypton, he even went as far as to work for Luke and sell his freedom.

But someone actually insulted Kryptonians as an inferior race right in front of him.

It goes without saying what the outcome would be.

Furious, Zod didn't say anything else.

He directly opened his palm and fiercely gripped the energy weapon. It was instantly crushed into scrap metal.

Then, his right hand choked the Kree soldier's neck and twisted it.

Crack!

The fragile neck was instantly broken.

Even if the Kree had a tougher physique than other races...

Being able to accommodate multiple copies of organs and immune to certain levels of radiation...

But in the hands of Kryptonians, they were still like lambs to the slaughter, powerless and defenseless.

The pitch-black cloak rose up high. Zod's entire body rushed into the line of Kree warriors at a speed that far exceeded the dynamic vision of the Kree.

His fist was like a war hammer, beating out heavy and dull sounds.

It could be said that he mopped the floor with them.

In a few breaths, all the cocky Kree warriors were on their way out.

The scene was quite bloody!

Someone's neck was broken, someone's chest had collapsed in, and someone's head was crushed ...

The Kryptonian General mowed them down like grass. He was extremely efficient without giving the Kree a chance to react.

"Now, is someone going to come forward and apologise to me for being rude?"

Zod asked as he stared at the bigwig from the Kree Empire, whose veins were throbbing at the corners of his forehead, and killing intent was oozing out.

"Do you know who I am?"

The tall, blue-skinned alien pushed aside the Kree warrior who stood in front of him and emerged from the crowd.

He held a long-handled war hammer in his right hand, with a very imposing and oppressive aura.

On the surface, he didn't look like a weak person.

"I am the Supreme Accuser of the Kree Empire, Ronan!"

The blue-skinned alien gave him his name. However, he didn't see the anticipated look of fear and panic coming from the other party.

Until a petite woman came up to remind him.

The rugged man who had exterminated a squad of Kree warriors in a split second nodded his head in realisation.

"So, you're Ronan the Accuser."

Zod pondered, contemplated for a moment, then continued, "I already know who you are. For the sake of the Kree Empire, you can leave after you apologise."

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