"What's wrong?"

The screen, which had suddenly lost its image, had reverted back to the bust of Woz he was familiar with, and Beckett, who waved away the light screen, saw Zola's flushed cheeks.

Thinking about it carefully, she seems to be blushing and heartbeat inexplicably while watching the video content?

"Nope! It's nothing! ”

Zola's voice instantly rose an octave when he heard the stimulation of an external sound, which was exciting.

She never thought that she would actually watch such an educational film with the VIP service.

It was dreamy and unbelievable to her.

Who is she?

Slaves under the cosmic auction house.

How fortunate to be able to ............ with a distinguished guest?

Zola never imagined that this dream, which only existed in their small circle, would happen to her.

Zola, who had low self-esteem in his heart, had an empty brain, and he didn't even know what to say for a while.

She has lived in the resource-poor northern hemisphere since she was born, and when she grew up, she was chosen by the commander with her proud figure and potential, leaving the extremely barren desert and coming to the bustling capital of Gafa.

That was the first time in her life that she saw what the so-called prosperity was.

As a slave.

Zola didn't know why she was born as a slave, or why her ancestors had been slaves for generations. The only thing she knew was that if she wanted to survive, she had to follow the wishes of the rulers.

In her desert hometown, she and her family got up early and worked late to contribute to the development of the northern part of Gapha Star, just in exchange for a meager ration to survive;

In the capital of Gaffa, she was helpless, and she could only stand out from the crowd of slaves with her down-to-earth hard work and proud qualifications, and became a trainee of VIP receptionists.

While it took at least two and a half years for others to practice, it only took her one year to complete all her studies and start her career as a certified worker.

Although he met Beckett, a difficult and difficult customer on the first day of his job, he was ...... Does it really seem pretty good?

Zola, who came back to her senses, quietly looked at Beckett out of the corner of her eye.

The loose black combat suit can't cover the angular muscles, and although the wet hair after taking a shower is messy, it looks inexplicably messy and handsome with that cold and handsome face.

"Hey, woman, what are you thinking?"

The words that came out of Beckett's mouth caused Zola to wake up from her fantasy in an instant.

"Ah, I'm not, I don't."

Standing up with a whoosh, the long burgundy wavy hair that was scattered over her shoulders fluttered messily, and the orange cat, who had been napping on her chest, instantly lost her balance. hurriedly pulled Zola's neckline, and then stabilized his figure.

"It's time for you to leave."

Beckett frowned, looked at the suddenly inexplicable woman in front of him, pointed out the door with one hand, and poured a basin of cold water on Zola's hot heart.

"Yes, Mr. Beckett."

A bewildered Zola glanced at the orange cat yawning on her chest, surprised at how humane the pet was, and quickly evacuated Beckett's bedroom.

She had to go and prepare the ingredients for Beckett's breakfast tomorrow.

[Igo, Jennifer, don't want to bother him......? 】

After getting rid of the auction house staff, Beckett began to wonder what that paragraph meant.

The mysterious Igo made Beckett extremely vigilant, especially after Igo revealed that he was not from this universe.

In Beckett's cognition, so far, there is, and only his adoptive father, Thanos, knows this fact.

Beckett closed his eyes, and the light screen floating not far away was still looping the image of Iago and Jennifer dancing, talking, and undressing, racking his brains to deduce some useful clues from the only information that could be useful to find out Igo's identity, and then ......

Beckett fell asleep.

It's just that what Beckett, who is sleeping with Masaka, doesn't know is that on the other side of Gafa's capital, the angry Igo now has a murderous heart.

His dignified infinite evolution of the planet god was actually overshadowed by a visitor from another time and space??

And fucking monitors?!!

Igo's temples jumped suddenly, and the hideous appearance startled Jennifer.

"Igo?"

"Igo, what's wrong with you?!"

"It's all right, it's just that there is a man who doesn't know whether to live or die dares to challenge the majesty of the gods."

Taking a deep breath to calm down and comfort himself, Igo, who had never seen any strong winds and waves, spoke out to comfort the frightened Jennifer.

It was a dereliction of duty to frighten the woman he loved.

The genes in this woman are the high-quality genes that he determined after thousands of selections.

"Is it because of the collector?"

The sensitive Jennifer immediately thought of the terrifying being that had been hanging over the heads of their two races since tens of millions of years ago.

"I'm sorry, Igo, I shouldn't have seen you again."

Gently dropping a kiss on Iago's cheek, Jennifer got up and was about to leave, but Igo was grabbed by his hand and couldn't move.

"Collector?"

"It's just a wreck, at best, a long life." Iago's face was full of disdain.

In the long years, I didn't know how to find a way to evolve, I only knew that I blindly collected all kinds of strange things to have fun for myself, not what a waste was.

"Igo?"

As Igo's words fell, an invisible energy bloomed from his body, and a sea of burgundy flowers bloomed out of thin air in the vast manor.

"I am, God."

"With me, you won't die."

…………………………………………

The Gafa Control Center, the leader of the Gafa who controls the planet, suddenly opened his eyes from his sleep.

His heart felt inexplicably clogged.

[Why?] 】

King Ghapha touched his chest and felt his beating heart.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

"King, the slaves in the north are in turmoil again!"

The artificial intelligence's prompt made King Ghafa's brow furrow, "Is it still the same group of people last time?" ”

"Yes, king."

"What a bunch of persevering guys."

King Gaffa squinted, stood up and walked to the window, overlooking the bustling night view of Gaffa's capital.

"Triple the number of troops, this time, we must let that old immortal shed a layer of skin."

With a cold snort, King Gaffa immediately gave an order.

A race that has become accustomed to submission, both physically and mentally, is still trying to overthrow his rule?

The right to freedom to all beings?

Big joke!

"Yes, king."