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"You... you shaved my fur?!"
"Fine... very well..."
It suddenly pulled out a heavy energy gun larger than its own body from behind its back and shouted angrily.
"It seems you lot don't know Lord Rocket."
Rocket jumped in front of Jessica's camera and spoke loudly on purpose:
"Ladies and gentlemen! Let me grandly introduce these two 'hospitable' aliens to you!"
"They aren't just some Cucumber Alien and a Cyber-Baldie!"
"They are the world-renowned 'Cosmic Assassins'! They are the adopted daughters of that Cosmic Butcher, the Mad Titan, Thanos!!"
"Their hands are stained with blood! They are the daughters of the devil!!"
Thanos!!
Although the Earthlings of today didn't yet know what this name signified, in the Universe, these two syllables represented death and destruction.
And for Gamora and Nebula, this name was the nightmare and shame of their entire lives.
"Shut up!!"
Gamora and Nebula roared simultaneously.
"Don't you dare mention that name!!" Nebula's eyes blazed with fire. With a flick of her wrist, a short blade popped out, and ignoring her injuries, she charged forward like a madwoman.
"I'm going to rip your mouth open, you rat!" Gamora also drew her retractable sword with murderous intent.
The two flanked Rocket from the left and right.
"Whoa! Is this your upbringing?"
Though Rocket's mouth was tough, his body was honest.
Facing two frenzied top-tier assassins, he performed an incredibly smooth slide, hiding directly behind Homelander's wide cape.
"Hey! Big star! It's your turn! This is your 'diplomatic moment'!" Rocket poked his head out, shouting while hiding behind his protector's might.
Homelander shook his head helplessly.
"What troublesome fellows. I'm just a streamer."
"Ladies, violence doesn't solve problems..."
He took a step forward with a smile and held out his palm in an elegant "stop" gesture.
But the two sisters had already reached him.
"Get out of the way, Cape Man!"
Gamora was in a fit of rage and didn't care who he was.
Using the momentum of her sprint, she leapt into the air, her long leg raised high, chopping straight down toward Homelander's head.
"I haven't settled the 'Cucumber' debt with you yet!!"
"Don't block the path!" Nebula's dagger also thrust straight forward.
Homelander sighed.
"Since you're being so passionate..."
He didn't dodge, but merely tilted his body slightly.
Whish—
The long leg whistled past the tip of his nose.
He then turned with the flow.
The tip of the blade sliced through the air right against his chest.
It was as if he had predicted the future. Under Jessica's high-definition lens, Homelander looked as if he were dancing an elegant waltz.
"Hitting a woman is not the behavior of a gentleman, but if it's just a dance..."
As Homelander spoke, he reached out both hands.
Fast as lightning.
Snap! Snap!
Two soft sounds.
His two hands respectively grabbed the wrists of Nebula and Gamora.
"...I can oblige."
Homelander curled his lips into a smirk. His arms exerted force, and using himself as an axis, he began to spin.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Gamora and Nebula's feet instantly left the ground as Homelander swung them around.
Faster and faster, faster and faster.
Until the two became two blurred afterimages, like a giant windmill.
"Aaah— Put— me— down—!!"
Their screams were stretched out in the wind, becoming intermittent.
In the livestream, the Earth viewers were dumbfounded, then burst into wild laughter.
[Homelander's move... is too wicked, hahahaha!]
[This is the gap in strength! Homelander is awesome!]
[Wow! Human windmill! Can this move be added to Mortal Kombat?!]
[Those two alien girls are going to puke, right?]
He spun for a full minute.
Homelander finally slowed down to a stop.
He let go.
Thump! Thump!
The two cosmic-level female assassins were now like drunks who had downed two barrels of whiskey, staggering for a couple of steps before collapsing onto their butts.
Nebula was seeing stars, her head lolling.
Gamora covered her mouth, her face even greener than her skin.
"Alright."
Homelander crouched down, a harmless and gentle smile still on his face.
"Now, can we talk properly? Ladies."
He first looked at Gamora, reaching out to gently tap the blade in her hand before slowly moving it away, gesturing for her to put it down.
"Please forgive my rudeness just now, madam. It's because our Planet generally has a poor impression of aliens."
"But now, what I see is a strong warrior."
"An independent woman trying to take control of her own destiny in this cruel Universe."
"I know you are angry. But I can tell that anger isn't directed at Rocket, nor at me."
Homelander gazed into Gamora's eyes, his look seemingly able to see through her soul.
"It's because of pain."
"Because you are carrying sins that do not belong to you."
"And your skin color... if you'll pardon my bluntness, it's a color that only the most powerful people on our Planet are worthy of having."
Gamora was stunned, her hand holding the sword freezing in mid-air.
No one... no one had ever said such things to her.
By Thanos's side, she was a weapon.
In the Guardians of the Galaxy, though that fool Quill liked her, he could only say clumsy sweet nothings and do awkward dances.
But this man before her... his eyes were so sincere. That feeling of being understood and appreciated was like a warm current flowing through her heart.
"You..." Gamora opened her mouth, her cold expression slowly softening. She subconsciously retracted her sword and even tucked a strand of hair behind her ear somewhat unnaturally.
"You... certainly have a way with words."
One down.
Homelander smirked inwardly, then turned to Nebula.
This blue sister was even more starved for love.
He walked up to Nebula. She subconsciously wanted to crawl back, using a fierce expression to hide her inner inferiority.
"Don't move."
Homelander said softly.
He reached out, not touching Nebula's intact skin, but instead letting his fingertip gently trace the cold metal implant on her face.
Nebula's whole body stiffened. That was her ugliest part, the proof of every one of her failures.
"Was this done by that man called Thanos?"
Homelander's tone was low but full of pity—it was his specially practiced "charismatic voice."
"This isn't your fault, dear."
"This only represents the pain you've endured, but you weren't destroyed by him; instead, you became stronger, more resilient."
"This isn't a defect, it's a medal!" Homelander concluded. "It makes you unique in this starry sky."
"Can you tell me your name, madam?"
Nebula was dazed.
From childhood to adulthood, all Thanos ever said to her was "trash," "failure," or "you need repairs."
All Gamora ever said to her was "I want to save you" or "I'm sorry."
No one, absolutely no one, had ever looked at her with those eyes or spoken to her in such a way.
Recognition.
Praise.
Respect.
These things she had dreamed of, even going so far as to hunt down her sister to obtain them, were now so easily granted by this strange man.
An unprecedented feeling surged in her heart, a tingling sensation more intense than an electrical overload.
"Ne... Nebula?" Nebula's voice was inexplicably nervous.
"Such a beautiful name, Nebula." Homelander chuckled softly.