Planet Sakaar, a wilderness garbage dump.
In the sky above, a massive temporal wormhole with a radius of one kilometer was gradually shrinking. Against the backdrop of thunderous storms and a rain of garbage, faint traces of the exhaust flames of a Starfighter could be seen. It disappeared entirely into the wormhole, vanishing into what seemed like a cavernous abyss.
Below on the ground, the wreckage of a large spaceship lay beside a half-formed garbage mountain. Roaring flames swept out, engulfing everything in a radius of kilometers, leaving nothing in their wake.
Several dozen mid-sized to small Guardian Ships flew low overhead. They focused on containing the spread of the flames, not attempting a rescue mission for the evidently unsalvageable large spaceship.
The catastrophic fire continued for half a day until night fell, and the flames were finally extinguished. The Guardian Ships returned to Sakaar City, leaving behind a scorched earth littered with black ashes.
During the night, colorful wormholes dotted the sky, casting their cool radiance upon the scorched earth.
*Rumble, rumble…*
The ashes of the garbage began to tremble slightly. Suddenly, gray liquid tendrils emerged from beneath, followed by a lump of liquid form. It wriggled its way out of the earth, shaking off the dirt. Its body was the same color as the ashes, and even from less than half a meter away, it was nearly impossible to spot.
In the quiet center of the scorched earth, the liquid lifeform fell into contemplation, a series of questions springing to its mind.
"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"
After asking itself these three questions and receiving no answers, the liquid lifeform attempted to slide along the ground.
Passing by a small remnant of flames, it curiously covered them and, astonishingly, easily extinguished the fire with its body.
As the flame went out, a familiar voice echoed in its mind, causing it tremendous distress.
"Slaughter, I hope that in the next life, you won't have anything to do with me…"
As if struck by a great shock, the liquid lifeform emitted a sharp, hoarse cry of anguish. It rolled on the ground, producing faint murmurs of self-talk.
"Who are you? Who am I?!"
"I am Slaughter?… No! I am Venom? No! I am not… I am not…"
"Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
After a long while, the liquid lifeform gradually calmed down, repeatedly muttering to itself, "I am Venom."
"Yes, I am Venom," Venom sighed in relief, convincing itself. It was neither Slaughter nor Venom.
Born indirectly from Slaughter and reborn in the flames, it was a brand-new, newborn Symbiote lifeform!
However, it had not inherited any of the regret or guilt from its previous existence.
After a brief moment of confusion, Venom's inherent instincts told it that it had to find another lifeform to serve as a host to survive.
"Yes. Without finding a purpose for existence, I cannot simply die like this!" Venom persuaded itself. It wriggled and slid away from the lifeless scorched area, moving towards the distant city with blinking lights.
Eight years later.
Sakaar City, the outer city streets.
"It's time to transport goods to the wilderness, Bagu!"
"Alright, boss!"
An extraterrestrial giant with two horns on his head responded. He deftly caught the identification card thrown by his boss, waved his hand, and then headed towards the medium-sized spaceship parked at the side of the street.
With the ID card, he started up the spaceship. Sitting in the driver's seat, the extraterrestrial giant expertly manipulated the controls and initiated liftoff, heading toward the wilderness.
As he looked out through the windshield at the colorful wormholes beyond, the extraterrestrial giant pursed his lips, a hint of doubt in his dark gray eyes.
Ever since he took control of this body, he had lived on this planet for eight years, but he had completely forgotten even the fiery region where he was born.
However, for some inexplicable reason, whenever Venom gazed at the wormholes in the sky, it felt an intense longing, as if something were calling out to it.
"It's time to go home, Venom," That voice enticed.
Venom shuddered all over, clutching its head, emitting low growls as it endured waves of pain.
Go home? Where was its home? What was the purpose of its existence?
Who could tell it…
*Crash!*
Just then, the wind picked up, and garbage rained down, striking the windshield of the spaceship Venom was piloting.
Venom looked up and saw a wormhole in the sky ahead, gradually expanding. Thunder and storms gathered, tearing apart into a massive devilish hole.
"It's time to go home, Venom!" The voice guiding it grew stronger.
As if infected, Venom stared fixedly at the wormhole not far away, muttering to itself, "Yes, it's time to go home. It's time to go… to Earth!"
"Earth, Earth!"
Venom's dim eyes were determined. It piloted the spaceship, rushing towards the devilish hole like a moth to a flame.
It didn't even know where Earth was.
But Venom had an inexplicable feeling that going to Earth would answer all the questions that weighed on it!
*(End of this chapter)*
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