Sakaar

Whoosh—

In the blink of an eye, Kyle became a blurred afterimage in their field of vision and dove down from the summit of the garbage mountain.

His explosive speed, ten times that of a human, was simply terrifying. The lead scavenger gaped. He was not even holding a gun, and could only tremble as he blurted out three words: "Open fire, now!"

Before his words had even faded, several daylight-bright lasers traced past Kyle’s silhouette, missing him and striking the garbage mountain, where they exploded.

Then Kyle was already upon them. Showing no mercy, he drove both fists forward with full force. The two scavengers standing in front let out miserable screams beneath the Heavy Fists of over a ton, released their guns helplessly, and flew backward uncontrollably.

Clear fist marks were stamped into their chests, their muscles and ribs visibly caved in. They tumbled like balls for over ten meters. Though humanoid in appearance, their vitality seemed no greater than that of ordinary humans. Half their bodies embedded themselves in another garbage mountain, where they stopped moving and became new trash.

Kyle flipped his palms, his face expressionless, and precisely caught the two black-gold guns dropped by the scavengers he had dealt with. He swiftly aimed the muzzles at the other two armed scavengers.

"Kill him—" The two scavengers cried out as they raised their guns to return fire, but their aggressive words quickly turned into screams.

Their bodies were pierced by crisscrossing lasers. Bloody circular holes opened in their lower abdomens and chests, and they fell stiffly to the ground, devoid of life.

"I hate having guns pointed at me the most." Kyle shrugged, turned sideways, and looked coldly at the surviving scavenger leader as he slowly approached.

The scavenger leader sat dumbly on the garbage-strewn ground. The reversal had happened too quickly. In less than three seconds, all four of his companions had become corpses.

Tap, tap!

Wearing only shorts and combat boots, the strangely dressed, bare-chested Kyle stopped before the scavenger. The scavenger leader dropped to his knees and begged for mercy with his head lowered, kissing Kyle’s filthy boots as he trembled. "Don’t kill me. I know this place well. I can be useful to you."

"What use are you? Tell me." Kyle asked coldly.

With Venom absent, he did indeed need a local to learn about this place.

"I can…" As the scavenger leader spoke, his left hand hidden beneath him suddenly flicked. A small technological device shot toward the nearby Kyle like a concealed weapon.

As though he had expected it, Kyle’s eyes flashed. His body remained on combat alert, his senses and reflexes incredibly sharp. Faced with the seemingly unavoidable close-range ambush, he merely shifted lightly to the side and deftly avoided the small technological device.

The device struck the discarded steel deck behind him, immediately adhering lightly to its surface as though injecting some kind of liquid inside.

"How could you dodge that?!" Seeing this, the scavenger leader was completely dumbfounded, his pale, ugly face on the verge of tears.

"You’re worse with hidden weapons than those Japanese ninjas." Kyle shook his head. If this had been someone with slower nerves, they probably would have fallen for it.

Unfortunately for him, Kyle was a War Hero who had fought his way through the brutal battlefields of World War II on Earth. Such petty tricks were nowhere near enough to catch him off guard.

But after that resistance, Kyle had lost his patience. He raised his foot and stepped directly on the scavenger leader’s head. Ignoring his wails and pleas, he pressed half his face into the ground.

"You can’t kill me… If you kill me… you alien… you won’t survive here until today is over…" the scavenger leader said through gritted teeth. With half his mouth buried in the ground, he choked down bits of garbage and dust as he stammered.

Brat! I’ll put up with you for now. Later, I’ll sell you to the Duel Arena and make you count my money! he thought resentfully, convinced he had leverage and that Kyle would not kill him easily.

Unfortunately, he had guessed wrong about Kyle once again.

"I’ve already given you two chances. There’s a saying in my hometown: never a third time. But with me, there will never be a third chance." Kyle smiled coldly and increased the pressure beneath his foot, pressing down inch by inch.

The scavenger leader’s head was about to be crushed flat. His skull felt like it was splitting open. Only then did he finally begin to panic, realizing that he had encountered someone truly ruthless!

"Give me one more—"

Splat!

After the crisp sound of something breaking, the giant vortex wormhole above Kyle’s head shrank back to its original size. The rain of garbage stopped, and the noise in the area subsided.

"So I encountered a Space Wormhole along the way and ended up here… Then what about Venom? Why didn’t it come through with me?" Looking at the garbage mountain he had emerged from, Kyle fell into thought. He placed his foot on the scavenger leader’s cotton cloak and rubbed it back and forth, wiping the sticky blood from his sole.

Kyle lowered his gaze. Three ownerless Item Cards available for extraction floated above the scavenger leader’s corpse.

High-Pressure Laser Gun: A high-tech thermal weapon that fires individual Laser Beams. On hit, it inflicts piercing, burning, and destructive damage. Blue Item Card.

Neurotoxin Remote Controller: A high-tech support tool. Together with a small god-level toxin injection probe, it forms a control device that can remotely command the probe to inject toxins and paralyze targets. Blue Item Card.

Scavenger ID Card: An identification badge for the scavenger profession, numbered 266. White Item Card.

"Even scavenger beggars are recognized professions on this planet? Are you serious?" The corner of Kyle’s mouth twitched slightly. After extracting the cards, he carefully surveyed his surroundings for the first time and began to understand how this profession had come about.

With a single glance, he saw endless alien garbage stretching as far as his eyes could reach. The scenery carried an inexplicable sense of horror and familiarity.

The most urgent matter was still finding a local and learning about this place.

After thinking for a moment, Kyle suddenly looked toward a pile of garbage twenty meters to his left. Raising the Laser Gun, he said calmly, "Come out. I found you."

"Um…"

Under the gun’s aim, a strange little creature that resembled both a squirrel and a white bear cautiously stepped out on tiny feet. It gave Kyle a gentlemanly bow and, after carefully choosing its words, said softly, "Respected powerful being from outer space, please accept my respects. I was merely passing by and am not with those scavengers from earlier."

"What species are you?" Kyle lowered his gun, looking at the talking creature with interest.

It was about the size of an Earth housecat, covered in fluffy white fur that stood out slightly against the filthy garbage field. When standing, it looked like a bear shrunk several times over, yet it had a squirrel’s tail and ears.

"My name is Bai Bo. I am a modified creature from some planet, a low-grade, unfinished product of illegal genetic and simulation experiments." The little creature lowered its posture and spoke humbly.

"Bai Bo." Kyle nodded and said calmly, "I need detailed information about this place."

"I would be happy to answer your questions."

Bai Bo carefully walked forward, spread his hands, and said seriously, "This is Sakaar, located at the edge of the universe between the known and unknown worlds. Everything that has been lost and unloved is collected here."