Marvel With Zanpakutou

Chapter 786: The Greedy Rocket

One is the Soul King and the other is the original Kenpachi. Theoretically, they are the two most powerful beings in the Soul Society, yet on their first day on Xandar, their Zanpakuto and travel funds were stolen.

If word of this got back, it would surely drop many jaws.

After all, managing to steal from these two formidable individuals is something only a handful could achieve, most of whom are either dominating overlords or famed powerful deities.

The importance of a Zanpakuto to a Shinigami need not be reiterated.

Losing the money Thor gave them isn’t a big deal; they could always ask him for more. However, the theft of a Zanpakuto is no trivial matter, especially in the chaotic Xandar, where the situation could become quite troublesome if sold off-planet.

"Speaking of which, aren’t you worried?" Lord asked as he ruffled his tousled hair, a perplexed look on his face. "That’s your Zanpakuto that was taken so easily. Aren’t you concerned it might not be recovered?"

"Not worried at all~."

Unohana Retsu smiled at him, "If it doesn’t come back, maybe the Soul King should commit seppuku."

"Hey, show me some respect," Lord twitched his mouth, "Besides, it was your carelessness that got the Zanpakuto stolen, and now I should commit seppuku? What kind of twisted logic is that?"

"Mr. Lord, women don’t speak in logical terms," Unohana narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, "Besides, if the Soul King himself isn’t worried, there must be a plan. Why should I, a mere weak woman, bother?"

Weak woman... That’s hardly a joke.

Lord choked on his words, assessing her from every angle.

Looking at her from any perspective, the term ’weak woman’ seemed hardly applicable. If the notorious original Kenpachi was a ’weak woman,’ then the Soul Society scarcely housed any ’real men.’

"Staring at someone so intently is rude, isn’t it?"

Unohana’s cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly turned away to avoid his gaze.

"Um, Unohana..."

Just as Lord was about to speak, a pair of cold eyes swept over him, sending a chill down his neck, and he swallowed his words.

"Please say that again."

Unohana clenched her fist with a smile, "Soul King, am I old enough to be called ’sister’ by you?"

"Cough, Unohana."

Lord quickly backed down, coughing twice, "How about we report this to the police? The order here is quite good; perhaps we could get it back."

Even a straight man like him knew that age was a taboo subject for women.

Judging by Unohana’s personality, he might receive a heavy punch if he continued on the wrong foot.

Caught using her first name, Unohana paused for a moment, then chuckled, shaking her head with a hint of an unexplained sentiment in her eyes, "Let’s leave the jokes aside. So, aren’t you going to tell me what you plan to do?"

The lie about the Zanpakuto being stolen due to a momentary oversight was transparent.

Had it not been for Lord’s sake, the thief would not have even touched the Zanpakuto before probably having his head chopped off by her.

"Hmm... Does watching count as a plan?"

Lord looked at the crowd meaningfully, "There’s something I want to get my hands on, but unfortunately, I don’t know where that person is. Instead of searching for a needle in a haystack, I prefer a more direct approach. So for now, they can just borrow the Zanpakuto."

He roughly calculated the timeline of the plot.

It was about when Star-Lord came to Xandar, encountering future Guardians of the Galaxy members, and when the Power Stone appeared, so his trip was well-timed to reclaim another Infinity Stone potentially.

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The ’big rat’ who had stolen the Zanpakuto darted through the dense crowd, making several turns before reaching a deserted street. Making sure he wasn’t followed, the thief finally relaxed, pulling off the mask on his head to reveal a face resembling a raccoon’s.

This raccoon, code-named Subject 89P13, resulted from illegal genetic modification.

It had chosen the new name "Rocket" for itself, as its intelligence was on par with humans and extremely disliked being called Subject 89P13. It had a wealth of experience operating weapons, piloting spacecraft, breaking out of prisons, and stealing.

"Heh heh heh, hit the jackpot!"

Rocket rifled through the bag with glee, unexpectedly using some space technology. The bag was filled with shiny gold coins that jingled delightfully with every shake, sounding like the most beautiful music in the world.

Scanning the bag’s interior revealed at least tens of thousands of coins!

According to the current black market rates, they were worth tens of millions, a veritable windfall.

"I am Groot..."

A large shadow loomed behind, accompanied by a monotonous, stiff voice.

"Yeah, I’ll get you some water in a bit!" Rocket turned to the owner of the shadow, a person made of wood, and grinned, "We made a fortune this time. The bag’s full of high-end gold coins worth at least several million Nova credits!"

"I am Groot!"

The tree person’s tone rose a few notches, clearly feeling ecstatic.

Even in the capital of Xandar, several million Nova credits were a considerable fortune, enough to buy an entire mountain range or even a powerful space warship.

Rocket carefully tucked the bag into his chest and then picked up the two oddly shaped swords, "Weird, these swords don’t seem valuable. They lack any fancy decorations. Do you think they’re worth anything, Groot?"

"I am... Groot..."

Groot unexpectedly grabbed one of the curiously shaped swords, showing great interest.

"You like this thing?" Rocket scratched his head in confusion, tossing the other sword, "They don’t seem worth much, but if you like it, keep it. We’re rich now, so a little money doesn’t matter."

"I am Groot..." Groot happily repeated several times, causing Rocket to roll his eyes in impatience.

"Anyone who can carry billions with them must have some backing. Let’s exchange the money on the black market and get out of here," Rocket, more intelligent than many, decided to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

"I am Groot."

Groot seemed very happy.

"To the black market, Groot," Rocket hummed happily, "After we pull this off, we can retire."

But before finishing his sentence, Rocket suddenly stopped, pulling out a device resembling a tablet, "Wait a minute... Groot looks like there’s another big job over there, a guy worth forty thousand bounty!"

A middle-aged man in a long red leather coat with curly golden hair, wearing an old-fashioned headset, hummed a tune while strolling across the bridge.

Peter Quill, known as Star-Lord, is from the planet Earth in Midgard.

The notorious mercenary organisation, the Ravagers, led by Yondu Udonta, offered a forty thousand bounty for the live capture of Star-Lord.

"How about... one last job!"

Rocket licked his lips, and although they were now wealthy, he didn’t mind having a bit more.

It’s worth mentioning that Rocket has a bad habit: he’s exceptionally greedy.

His obsession with wealth is comparable to Star-Lord’s confidence in dancing—utterly vibrant, almost like a dragon reincarnated.