Chapter 2012: Lighting the Strange Dream in the Heart (Part 42)

Schiller and Strange, who continued to fish for people, didn't make any excessive explanations. Strange just threw magic all the way, beating back everyone who rushed up.

Schiller made a big loudspeaker and shouted there—"Sorry, sorry, please bear with me. There are crazy people every year, and this year is especially strong. The special strong people produced among humans accidentally made trouble for you again. Now we will fish people back immediately, and absolutely will not have any communication with other civilizations."

These councilors of the Galactic Council were all furious. But the Force on Rey wasn't authentic Force. This universe didn't have any Force at all. Even if it did, according to the Star Wars setting, it was impossible to comprehend it by herself; she had to receive training from a Jedi Order master.

The kind of power on Rey was actually the Disney magical energy that made the spaceship fly out. Just because it was a little bit about getting what you want, it manifested as the appearance of the Force.

That kind of power was truly opening mountains when encountering mountains and breaking water when encountering water. The more you wanted it to be, the more it would be. Rey felt that she had lost control, so this power really lost control, and in just a few dozen minutes, it almost destroyed the entire meeting hall of the Galactic Council into ruins.

The Galactic Council of course wanted to settle accounts with humans, but unfortunately, the Sorcerer Supreme came. They only sanctioned those they could sanction. Whether it was this group of madmen shouting "The Force be with me" or the Sorcerer Supreme who walked in swaggeringly, none of them were within their sanction range.

So they could only watch helplessly as the Sorcerer Supreme disappeared into the portal with the culprit who destroyed the Galactic Council hall, without even leaving a formal apology.

And the people of the Galactic Council looked around and found that their important member Jason Spartacus didn't come, so someone went to call Spartax, but unfortunately, Jason himself was on fire now.

On the Spartax planet, the Celestials had indeed left, but the disaster hadn't ended. Several members of the Guardians of the Galaxy were scattered to various departments to help with disaster relief desperately.

And it wasn't until the disaster from the sky finally eased a bit, that is, after the Celestials left, that Jason finally flew back. But unexpectedly, what greeted him wasn't cheers, but the cold eyes of the public hiding in shelters, trembling.

The first time the disaster appeared, neither the announcement nor the one who truly participated in the disaster relief was the King but the Prince. The masses could only make the worst and best inference, that is, the King died the first time the disaster descended.

And their King actually came back safe and sound after the situation improved, without injury, without illness, with sound action ability, and his speaking ability was not affected.

Then when the disaster came, what were you, the King who should have taken measures, doing?

But Jason was also very aggrieved. He had just risked his life to confront that group of giants he couldn't compete with at all, and mediated from it to avoid the destruction of the star system.

Although you were badly hurt by the flood of vomit from the sky, this was already the result of my strategic planning and long-sleeved dancing, choosing the lesser of two evils. Why couldn't you understand me?

This was like a child getting sick, lying in the hospital feeling very uncomfortable, a distant relative he had never met came to take care of him, while the parents the child wanted to see most were not there. He would of course feel sad.

And the parents who worked hard for a day to pay the medical expenses came back to see the child's cold face, and they would of course feel very sad and disappointed. After all, they had to take care of work on one hand and come to visit the child on the other, but couldn't get the understanding of their own flesh and blood. How could they not feel sad?

But if the parents talked at length about how hard work was and how difficult medical expenses were to earn, the child who had never been in contact with society couldn't fully understand either.

Just like the public on the Spartax planet now, they couldn't understand the life-and-death survival of the star system from the Celestial invasion at all. They only knew that their home was destroyed by a terrible corrosive flood, and their leader was not there when they suffered the disaster.

More Spartax planet people from neighboring stars rushed back for disaster relief, and Jason found that there was nothing he could do. Almost everything that could be done had been done by Quill and the others from the Guardians of the Galaxy.

And at this time, he finally realized that his son actually had an opportunity to surpass him in prestige.

This had to be said about Jason. His experience shaped his personality. In his early years, he was humiliated and driven out of his own country, drifting to Earth. This was still a scar in his heart to this day.

This was also the reason why he could still endure after learning of his wife's death and his child's drifting. For him, this was the most humiliating and down-and-out memory, and he didn't want a living person to tell his past.

Having lost power once also made him have greater ambition for power, and at the same time, he was more obsessed with it. Whoever had the possibility of threatening the power in his hands would be regarded as an enemy, and his own son was no exception.

Thinking that he had just sent someone to the Galactic Council to register Peter Quill as the first heir, Jason felt a great threat, because now Quill had legitimacy. If Quill killed him, he could almost immediately succeed to the throne.

If it were before, it could still be said that Quill's public support was unstable, and even if he ascended the throne by regicide, he couldn't be called orthodox. But now his prestige was at its peak. If he really went all out, his own winning rate as the current King was not high.

Jason, who felt threatened, took measures like a stress response. When Quill came back to discuss disaster relief countermeasures with him, he directly had the guards capture the Guardians of the Galaxy group.

Rocket was well-informed. The symbiote in his body had also stayed in Iron Man and Batman. They immediately realized that this would be an excellent opportunity.

So the Guardians of the Galaxy broke out of prison.

But the Guardians of the Galaxy who broke out of prison didn't hurry to escape with the spaceship as Quill planned. Rocket and Venom proposed together that they should hide among the people.

Quill didn't agree at first, but Rocket told him that the situation on the Spartax planet was unstable, and many people were deep in disaster and couldn't extricate themselves. If they just left like this, the first thing Jason would think of definitely wouldn't be disaster relief, but going to the Galactic Council to change the heir. The time delayed back and forth would cause more casualties.

Quill had a kind heart after all. Even if these weren't humans on this planet, he couldn't sit idly by and watch so many lives perish. So he followed Rocket's suggestion and didn't touch the spaceship, but secretly hid in the residents' homes.

These residents of the capital were the first to receive help from the people organized by Quill. They were very grateful to this prince now and were willing to let him stay. And when they heard Quill say that he didn't leave for the sake of the people of the Spartax planet, Quill's righteous act gradually spread throughout the planet.

Following this was Jason's search team, but this was like that single spark that started a prairie fire. You had the power to send troops, but it wasn't to save us, but to kill the person who wanted to save us.

Jason had never lived in the society of ordinary Spartax planet people. He was born into the royal family. Although he was once down-and-out, the distance from the bottom masses was very far.

And because of his abandonment, Quill had spent a difficult time. He still hadn't paid off his tuition loans to this day, and even owed his former boss Lila, who had always been good to him, several hundred dollars. Because he couldn't pay the rent, he had been kicked out by the landlord, so he could understand the plight of the Spartax planet people at this time very well.

The members of the Guardians of the Galaxy helped the families they stayed with rebuild their houses, while constantly moving around to avoid Jason's pursuit. Gradually, a group of Spartax planet people followed them, and the number had gradually exceeded Jason's search team.

And sure enough, as Rocket Raccoon expected, Jason didn't immediately invest in disaster relief work, but hurriedly went to the Galactic Council to quickly distance himself from dealing with humans and establishing an heir, while re-establishing relationships between Galactic Council civilizations, and even wanted to brush his face at the three great empires with this disaster.

There was a type of person whose brain was only full of social interaction, thinking that as long as I interact frequently enough, have enough connections, and have enough friends, I will definitely be able to gain a pivotal position in society, but completely failing to realize that to forge iron, one must be hard oneself.

Or perhaps the Spartax planet didn't have any conditions to be hard. They were just an ordinary civilization that was relatively developed in the galaxy, neither having special resources nor special talents. Otherwise, they would have walked out of the galaxy long ago.

So the so-called Galactic Council was just a group of ordinary civilizations that couldn't walk out of the galaxy huddling together for warmth. They thought that with the three great empires watching in the Upper House, they would one day be prosperous.

But in fact, the three great empires had such observation organizations in every star system. It wasn't to select civilizations with potential. Civilizations with potential would walk out by themselves. You couldn't stop them even if you wanted to, just like humans and Asgard.

They set up such institutions in various star systems purely to watch certain civilizations in the exploration period, not to court death and make trouble, to avoid damaging the important equipment of the three great empires, and in case they fought a war there, it would be easy to find local cannon fodder.

But the leaders of these local civilizations regarded their instructions as the golden rule, thinking that as long as they licked diligently enough, they would one day get a return.

After the Galactic Council headquarters was destroyed, several civilizations jointly submitted a petition, demanding that the three great empires punish humans. The most radical among them was Jason, who believed that as long as he held the thighs well, no one could shake his power and status.

The diplomats of the three great empires laughed when they saw the diplomatic rhetoric. This was a bit like a sheep being beaten and going to let the wolf punish the tiger. To use a slang in interstellar space, it was that the spaceship started, and three pounds of water could be thrown out of the brain.

And just during the time Jason left, the power gathered on the Spartax planet following the Guardians of the Galaxy finally had a quantitative change leading to a qualitative change.

First, Quill finally realized that the planet his father ruled actually had many problems. Technology was indeed more advanced than humans, but the social system was really not necessarily so.

Not to mention the legacy left by Prince Gareth, Jason himself wasn't clean either. In order to engage in power checks and balances, he dismantled the departments under his command very loosely, power was not concentrated enough, leading to the emergence of many powerful families, and communication between the central and local governments was not smooth, causing some people to do whatever they wanted and some people to be oppressed.

The Spartax planet had no death penalty, only exile. The so-called exile was to be sent to remote planets to mine. Then Quill was shocked to find that every household among the bottom masses on the capital planet had at least one relative sent away, and the so-called sending away was just a word from the superiors.

This made Quill feel a sense of responsibility. Although he had never been willing to admit his identity as a Spartax planet person, nor did he want to inherit the throne, that was because he didn't want to be a ruler.

But now it seemed that he needed to be a savior, because if he didn't rule, it would be worse for others.

On the other hand, the Spartax planet people had also suffered from Jason for a long time. A leader who was obsessed with power, had insufficient ability, did not base himself on himself, but blindly sought external power, and was also overly arrogant and self-important, was a disaster for any nation.

It wasn't that Peter Quill was how good, but that Jason Spartacus was really too rotten.

Just like this, twenty days after the disaster broke out, the Spartax planet was filled with fox cries and fish books, and the whole country pushed Peter Quill to become the new King.

When Jason came back, what awaited him wasn't the gradually subsiding situation, nor the Guardians of the Galaxy who had become prisoners, but his own gallows.

Finally, Jason Spartacus was expelled. Just like in the comics, he lost his throne and became an inconspicuous criminal, Mr. Knife, in interstellar society. ===== CHAPTER 2013 =====