He lost his parents when he was very young and fate had made him more mature than his peers, so he never experienced the life of a wild child from a young age.
Looking at Star-Lord now, it felt like he was just a spoiled child raised by Yondu.
Poking holes all over the house, constantly plotting to run away… he was the epitome of a troublesome child! If Yondu hadn't raised him, he probably would have been choked to death by now by someone.
"Oh, look!" Star-Lord's voice snapped Arthur out of his thoughts and he looked up in surprise.
The warehouse in front of him was huge, filled with all kinds of junk.
There were wrecked spaceships, unknown equipment, and many discarded weapons… it was a chaotic mess that filled every corner of the so called warehouse.
"How about that? Isn't it impressive?"
Star Lord proudly introduced the warehouse while speaking, "This place doesn't only have stuff found from the galaxy but there are also many items discovered on distant planets. Some are from wild planets, some are from abandoned planets. You see, we've been adventuring through many places, and we always find strange things. And Yondu, he always finds buyers for these things… so most of the really valuable stuff has already been turned into money. What we need now are the electronic components here."
"Interesting." Arthur smiled and picked up a rather futuristic looking weapon from the junk pile.
The Disassembler suddenly prompted.
**[Do you want to Disassemble the rifle (green)?]**
"Disassemble, really?"
Arthur was a little surprised. While Star-Lord wasn't paying attention, he casually put the gun into the Disassembler Space and found an even more broken one next toit.
But this time, no Disassemble prompt appeared.
"So it's based on the condition of the weapon?" Arthur blinked. Although there were many discarded weapons, only a few were in good condition.
But if he searched carefully, he should still find some that could be Disassembled, right?
"Green rifles?"
Arthur suddenly smiled, feeling that the situation was becoming more like a game.
In games, green usually means equipment, right?
Star-Lord was still sifting through the items while Arthur relaxed and started rummaging around.
Indeed, the severely damaged weapons couldn't be Disassembled. After searching for a while, Arthur found thirteen weapons that could be Disassembled. Among them, there were seven handguns, two rifles, and four submachine guns.
These were the most intact ones he could find.
And uniformly, all these weapons had… green labels!
This made Arthur wonder if these weapons had been well-maintained until now, would their level have increased?
This thought was fleeting. After all, you can't expect everyone to like collecting antiques.
Speaking of collections, Arthur remembered the famous collector in Guardians of the Galaxy, the Collector!
"Strangely, I kind of want to raid his collection room."
Arthur scratched his head, "But most of the things he collects are peculiar. I remember in the Guardians of the Galaxy scene, he even had a Dark Elf in his collection. His taste probably wouldn't align with the Disassembler's…"
"Hey, look what I found!"
Star-Lord suddenly waved excitedly at Arthur.
Arthur turned around and was drawn to the row of armor behind Star-Lord. He quickly walked over and asked, "What is this?"
"Hmm? Armor!"
Star-Lord's answer was spot on, making Arthur want to praise his universal language skills.
The row of armor behind him looked very exquisite.
The designs were solemn, the materials special, with an ancient grandeur!
Even though these armors looked quite damaged, Arthur couldn't take his eyes off them.
Reaching out to gently touch one, the Disassembler immediately prompted.
**[Do you want to Disassemble Asgardian Military Armor (purple)?]**
"These things, where did you get them from?" Arthur asked Star-Lord.
"This? From an abandoned planet!" Star-Lord said. "Why? Did you leave this there?"
"…"
Arthur was momentarily at a loss for words, there were too many things wrong here!
Helplessly, he asked, "Can I take these with me?"
"Of course you can. They won't sell anyway."
"I mean, won't Yondu notice?"
"He won't, he won't. There's no surveillance here, and unless there's something new to store or sell, Yondu doesn't come here every day to watch these things."
After Star-Lord finished speaking, he looked at Arthur, "But are you planning to carry them all out?"
Arthur smiled, gave a quick clap, and one of the armors disappeared.
"Where did it go?"
Star-Lord stared in disbelief, "Are humans from Earth that advanced now? I've only been gone twenty years, not hundreds, there shouldn't be that much of a difference, should there? By the way, you didn't make me disappear too, did you?"
Arthur was taken aback and asked sincerely, "How about we try?"
"No, no, no!"
Star-Lord quickly waved his hands, "I think I'd better pass. That sort of thing isn't for me."
"Pity." Arthur sighed.
"Not at all, really," Star-Lord rolled his eyes, forgetting what he was about to brag about. Instead, he said, "We found almost everything, now can I have the mask?"
The mask immediately appeared in Arthur's hand.
Star-Lord's expression changed slightly. He held out a finger, hesitated for a moment, and then tapped the mask lightly, "Are you sure this won't make me disappear?"
"Somehow, it's hard to imagine that in this technologically advanced universe, idiots like you exist."
Arthur couldn't help but speak up.
"Oh, my!"
Star-Lord exclaimed in surprise, "You can actually curse? I thought you just stabbed someone with a knife or shot them when you were upset!"
"Sorry I didn't live up to your expectations."
Arthur sighed softly, realizing that he used to be the one who left people speechless, but now he had truly met a worthy opponent?
No!
To put it bluntly, something was wrong with his mental state, and he had been inexplicably trying to act aloof lately.
"Damn, my inner god-like qualities are showing!"
Arthur suddenly felt alarmed!
"No, no, no…"
Star-Lord quickly said, "Believe me, you don't have those qualities, really."