Capítulo 139: [138] : You’re Too Late
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In the empty void of space, the Guardians of the Galaxy followed closely behind Roger's spaceship.
Rocket, the team's tech expert and pilot, couldn't help but ask after hearing the news Star-Lord had brought back, "He says he's from a parallel universe, and you all just believed him?"
"It's this idiot who believed him," Gamora shot back sarcastically.
Star-Lord's face twisted in confusion. "Wait, you don't mean…"
"Yes, I mean you!" Gamora interrupted, clearly irritated.
Star-Lord put on a wounded expression. "That's just uncalled for… I just wanted a reasonable excuse to follow him! If I hadn't acted like I believed him, do you think he'd have let me tag along?"
Rocket raised an eyebrow. "So, you're saying you don't believe him?"
"Of course not!" Star-Lord blurted out instinctively, then hesitated, adding, "Well… maybe just a little. A tiny bit."
Gamora gave him a look that said there's no saving this fool, clearly done with his antics.
Rocket rolled his eyes, unimpressed. Turning back to Star-Lord, he asked, "So, what exactly are we following him for? What's he even trying to do?"
Gamora glanced at Star-Lord and replied, "He claims he's heading to some ancient burial ground of a certain race. Supposedly, the real Reality Stone is hidden there, and the one he has now is just a fake."
"The real Reality Stone? That must be worth a fortune, right?" Rocket's eyes gleamed at the thought.
"Are you even listening?!" Star-Lord cut in quickly. "If that Stone is worth anything, it could probably buy half the galaxy!"
As Rocket and Star-Lord continued to fantasize about the treasure, Gamora's patience wore thin, and she finally snapped, "Money?! You think this is about money?! These are the Infinity Stones! Just one of them is powerful enough to turn a planet into fireworks! And he has a whole bunch!"
"So, he's really valuable, huh?" Rocket's eyes gleamed even brighter.
Gamora's expression turned cold, and she let out an exasperated sigh. Trying to talk sense into this group was utterly useless.
Though, in truth, money wasn't the Guardians' only motivation, they were curious to see what Roger intended to do with such power, especially the Power Stone. The thought of someone wielding that much personal power made them uneasy.
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"You shouldn't have let them follow us. They're just a bunch of greedy marauders," Nebula remarked from her seat in the ship ahead.
Currently, Nebula still harbored a bitter relationship with Gamora, which extended to the rest of the Guardians as well, leaving her less than thrilled about having them tag along.
Roger, noticing Nebula's displeasure, gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I know their past is questionable, but don't worry. They won't try anything with us."
"They might not, but Gamora would. I know her too well," Nebula said in a low voice.
While the others might hesitate to cross Roger due to his strength, Gamora was different. As a biological weapon created by Thanos, she'd take any chance to strike, no matter the target, even if it were Thanos himself. Fear just wasn't in her nature, as far as Nebula was concerned.
Roger could tell Nebula harbored a mix of fear and resentment toward Gamora, though he sensed something deeper beneath those feelings, a desire for sisterhood, as he remembered her admitting in the original timeline, "I just wanted a sister."
So, he let it go, figuring the two of them needed to resolve their issues independently. He had no intention of playing their counselor.
Roger patted her shoulder again, saying, "Let's keep moving. We should be close now, right?"
"With one more jump, we'll be there," Nebula replied.
They'd been making intermittent jumps for a while, traversing at least six wormholes and nearing the galaxy's edge.
Nebula had refrained from questioning Roger about his destination or the reason for searching a burial ground, simply piloting the ship toward the specified coordinates. Once her loyalty was given, she became the ideal subordinate, a survival skill she had learned under Thanos, and one of the few areas in which she excelled beyond Gamora.
With Nebula's skilled guidance, Roger finally arrived at their destination: the Celestial Burial Ground where the true Reality Stone was located.
When the ship came to a stop, floating in the vast emptiness of space, Nebula turned to Roger. "Is this it? What do we do now?"
According to the coordinates, they had reached the right spot, but there was nothing in sight. Not a sign of life, not even a star in the nearby light-years, leaving the area feeling eerily empty.
Roger, seated in the ship, gazed out into the void before stepping to the front. The imitation Reality Stone on his chest began to glow.
"Now… we wait," he said.
As he spoke, a surge of red light burst from the fake Reality Stone on his chest.
The crimson glow passed through the ship, expanding into the cosmic void outside, unfurling like a shroud of scarlet, covering the surrounding darkness.
Or perhaps, Nebula thought, it wasn't covering the void but unveiling something hidden behind it.
The shroud of red light revealed the colossal figures drifting in space, the remains of giants, each corpse as large as a planet.
Onboard the Guardians' ship, the team stared in stunned silence at the vast, corpse-filled expanse. Seeing beings larger than even Knowhere, the deceased Celestial whose head had been hollowed out for habitation, left them speechless.
Star-Lord could only murmur, "Oh… oh man, I think… I think I'm gonna pee myself…"
His comment shattered the awe-filled silence, instantly ruining the scene's epic atmosphere.
Both Gamora and Rocket shot him a glare before shifting their attention to Roger, who had just exited his ship without a spacesuit.
"What the hell is he doing? Has he lost his mind?" Rocket exclaimed, wide-eyed.
Gamora, more experienced, explained, "Some species don't need spacesuits in a vacuum. He's likely one of them."
The others quickly deduced that Roger was one of those people, especially seeing him unaffected outside in the void.
Roger's time traveling across dimensions had significantly enhanced his body. He could now endure the vacuum of space without aid, thanks to his newfound powers and extreme durability, powers that allowed him to survive the sun's heat and breathe unaided in space.
As the others looked on, Roger floated away from his ship, entering the burial ground of the Celestials.
His expression grew serious as he regarded the vast bodies around him, his gaze settling on the spot where the true Reality Stone lay, a faint red light marking its location in the center of the silent tomb.
Guided by the imitation Stone, Roger approached the genuine Reality Stone. The instant he neared, it shifted, merging seamlessly with the fake one on his chest.
As if in response, a spectral image of a young woman appeared above the Reality Stone, her form floating weightlessly in front of him.
The moment she appeared, Roger immediately recognized her: Andrea Kelson, the traveler he had been searching for, a predecessor who had traversed dimensions before him.
Andrea's body lay curled, as if in deep sleep. When the true Reality Stone had fully merged with the fake, her eyes fluttered open.
Her gaze met his, and Roger couldn't help but freeze, captivated by the stars reflected in her eyes, eyes that didn't seem quite human.
Andrea's gaze fell on him, and she spoke.
"You…"
Her voice wasn't as he remembered from Odin's memory, soft and melodic. Instead, it was slightly rough, less refined than he had imagined.
As Roger was processing this, Andrea's next words left him stunned.
"You're too late… far too late, Roger."
"…?"
Wait, what?
How did she know his name?
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