Alien invasion? Luckily, I'm Superman.

Su Mo, Star-Lord, and Cosmo returned to the spaceship, set the course, and jumped towards the Andromeda Galaxy marked on the star map.

The spaceship entered cruise mode, and the stars outside the porthole were stretched into thin filaments of light. Star-Lord leaned back in his seat, legs crossed, and said smugly, "How about that? I told you Star-Lord could save the Earth, didn't I?"

Su Mo rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Heh, you mean your awkward dance? It almost scared me to death."

He really couldn't stand it. Spending so much time with Star-Lord was making him almost as goofy as him. Luckily, the Guardians of the Galaxy hadn't caught up, otherwise, if he were surrounded by a bunch of idiots, he would definitely turn into one too. Thinking of this, Su Mo shuddered.

But as soon as you speak of the devil, he appears. Before the spaceship had flown very far, the communication panel lit up. Su Mo answered it casually, and Rocket Raccoon's furry, grumpy face popped up on the screen, with Gamora, looking utterly distressed, squeezed next to him.

"Star-Lord, you idiot! Why did you have to face Galactus alone? Do you look down on the great Rocket?" Rocket Raccoon's tone was sharp, but beneath that shrill voice was clearly worry.

"Peter, do you want your child to be fatherless before he's even born?" Gamora's voice was chilling. "You're not a good father, not even as good as Thanos."

Upon hearing this, Star-Lord not only didn't back down, but instead leaned closer to the screen, thumping his chest loudly: "Hey, Rocket, when have I ever let you down?"

He paused, his voice dropping an octave, "Okay, it seems like it's happened a few times. But this time is different! The evil Galactus has been persuaded by the great Captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy, which is me!"

Su Mo watched Star-Lord's antics from the sidelines, not exposing him. Letting Star-Lord show off in front of his mischievous friend wasn't a big deal. After all, this guy went there with a death wish; perhaps he just didn't want the song his mother left him to disappear with the earth.

Su Mo shook his head, slowed down the spaceship, and waited for the Guardians of the Galaxy's spaceship to catch up.

"Gamora, don't be so cold. Girls are cuter when they're gentle. Why do you make me sound like I'm dead?" Star-Lord stared at the cold face on the screen, exasperated, wanting to both comfort her and complain.

"I am Groot." The plant-like Groot peeks out from the corner of the screen, his voice deep.

"Everyone, please don't fight. It's best to get along peacefully," the Mantis Woman's soft voice chimed in, trying to quell the conflict.

Su Mo silently watched the group argue amongst themselves. A short while later, the spaceship picked up the signal from the Guardians of the Galaxy's dilapidated ship. Compared to the fully equipped fighter jet the Sky Eye had built for him, the other ship looked like a secondhand bread cart.

Soon, the entire Guardians of the Galaxy boarded the ship. As soon as the hatch opened, Gamora rushed forward and, without a word, slapped Star-Lord across the face—a loud, crisp, and decisive slap. Su Mo turned his face away, pretending not to see, and silently steered the ship to accelerate again.

This time, it only took half a day to reach the Andromeda Galaxy. Based on the planetary characteristics in his memory, Su Mo locked onto the general airspace and checked each one one by one.

By the way, Rocket Raccoon is currently in the passenger seat. Star-Lord is lying in the infirmary; Gamora accidentally broke his leg and swollen his face.

Su Mo silently prayed for him in her heart and secretly decided: I must not find such a violent girlfriend in the future.

"Kid, we've detected a massive life form." Rocket Raccoon pricked up his ears, staring at the red dot jumping on the scanning panel.

Su Mo piloted the spaceship toward the red planet.

The planet's surface is covered by a dark red sky, with vegetation composed of black symbiotes spreading out, vines twining like pythons, mushroom-shaped giant trees towering into the clouds, and large areas of black liquid lakes, like congealed blood plasma.

That's right, this is Klinta, the symbiotic homeworld.

Su Mo did not land. Pudding stirred slightly inside him, as if sensing its powerful kin. Su Mo soothed it mentally, like comforting a ruffled kitten.

"Kid, this is the planet you're looking for?" Rocket Raccoon crossed his short arms, his tone mocking. "I think it would be more convenient to send Galactus to the Kree Empire's homeworld. It would save us all this trouble."

Su Mo chuckled and retorted, "I don't want to be wanted by the Kree Empire. The Kree Empire might not dare to mess with Planet Eater, but they would definitely dare to cause trouble for someone as unknown as me."

He glanced at the rocket. "As for the Kree Empire, you can keep it. You're already wanted by the Kree Empire anyway."

"Hey kid, what do you mean?" Rocket Raccoon bristled, his tail standing on end, and he kept cursing.

Su Mo gave him a look of pity, as if he were looking for someone with intellectual disabilities, and said in a flat tone, "What I mean is, from now on, you Guardians of the Galaxy will act as messengers for Galactus, searching for planets for him."

Before Rocket could refute, Su Mo had already pressed the signal transmitter.

The next instant, the planet devourer's vessel—the Ta'a II—silently emerged from the void. The colossal ship, several light-years in diameter, appeared abruptly at the edge of the Gon star system where Klinta was located, like a giant whale surfacing.

"Su Mo, is this the planet you found for me?" The voice of the planet devourer came from the void, grand and vast.

Su Mo piloted his spaceship back to the inner harbor of the Ta'a II. He hovered side by side with the shrunken Galactus above Klinta. Galactus was now only one or two sizes larger than an ordinary person, but its oppressive aura remained undiminished.

Devouring Star squinted at the red planet beneath his feet, a hint of doubt in his voice: "This seemingly lifeless planet, is it the one you found for me, rich in life energy? You know, if I don't replenish enough energy, I might not be able to suppress the divine rune."

Su Mo smiled and pointed at Klinta: "That's right, the great planet devourer. Don't be fooled by the planet's lifeless appearance; it's all an illusion. It's actually a living planet formed by billions of symbiotes. Moreover, an extremely powerful being is sealed beneath the surface."

Devouring Star remained silent, his gaze fixed on Su Mo's face.

Su Mo licked her lips and continued, speaking at a moderate pace: "Don't let its ordinary appearance fool you, it's just like a kind of delicacy from my hometown—chocolate."

Devourer of Stars' eyebrows twitched slightly.

"The outside is covered with a thin layer of icing, with a slightly brittle shell." Su Mo's finger lightly drew a circle in the air.

"Further inside, there's a rich and smooth outer layer of chocolate, thick and creamy, that melts in your mouth. Next comes a generous and substantial filling, mixed with crunchy and plump nut pieces, each one distinct, thick and crispy."

It's also mixed with finely chopped chocolate chips and a thin, crunchy topping. And hidden in the very center is a whole hazelnut.

The star-devourer's gaze was somewhat fixed.

"With one bite, the smooth outer layer melts instantly on the tongue, while the filling inside makes a crisp sound. The rich aroma of nuts blends with the intense fragrance of cocoa, and the sweetness is just right."

Silky smoothness and crispiness intertwine, creating a rich and full-bodied texture. The aromas of milk and caramel burst forth, becoming increasingly fragrant with each chew, sweet but not cloying, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

"Stop talking." Devourer of Stars raised his hand, his voice low and urgent. "I'll eat now."

Su Mo shut up.

During the time Su Mo was searching for Klinta, Galactus had already visited Earth.

He scanned the entire planet and confirmed that the Celestials did not exist. But in the process, he also learned about Earth's culture, including a delicacy called "nut-filled chocolate."

The Galactus began to expand, returning to its original size, hovering above Klinta, its form blotting out the sky. Its mouth slowly opened, a mouth large enough to swallow a planet twice the size of Earth in a single gulp.

Billions of symbiotes writhed wildly on the dark red surface, as if sensing impending doom, emitting silent screams. Black liquid lakes boiled and surged, giant mushroom trees collapsed in swathes, and the symbiotes across the planet convulsed and spasmed in terror.

Uncle Tun downed it in one gulp.

Without pausing, he took the whole Klinta, like a plump chocolate ball, into his mouth and chewed it gently twice.

Purple and black energy residue spilled from the corners of his mouth, like melted filling. All life on the planet had perished and turned into energy; everything had returned to the state of the universe's origin. He closed his eyes, a satisfied expression on his face.

"Hmm...it's just as you described." Galactus's voice slowly spread through the void. "Crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. The nut in the middle, that symbiotic god, is quite chewy."

Su Mo floated beside him, forcing a smile, secretly relieved.

Light-years away, the Guardians of the Galaxy aboard the Ta'a II witnessed this scene on their monitors. Rocket Raccoon jumped up from his seat in fright, and the others were also quite startled.

"He just ate like that?" Star-Lord finally managed to squeeze out a question.

As it chewed, Galactus shrank back to the throne of the Ta'a II. The giant ship trembled slightly, and purple energy surged faster along the surface of the Möbius strip.

The Ta'a II is more than just a vehicle; when the planet's energy is depleted, it helps him traverse the galaxy; when he digests planets, it helps him purify the violent and chaotic life energies, compressing the chaos into a spring of sweet water.

Suddenly, the Star Devourer on the throne straightened his back. A powerful aura exploded from his gaunt body, and golden-purple energy swept outwards like a tide, illuminating the walls of the hall.

Then, gold seeped from the purple light, winding its way up along the seams of his armor. The light grew stronger and stronger, and the entire Ta'a II resonated. A corner of the spiral arm of the Andromeda Galaxy was illuminated by this light, as if someone had lit a lamp in the depths of the universe.

Galactus stood frozen on his throne, eyes half-closed, face slightly tilted back. His body trembled slightly; he was now completely immersed in the feeling of fullness within him.

My whole body was filled with that warm power. The dull pain of hunger disappeared, replaced by a feeling of drowsiness.

As his stomach stopped growling, the memories shattered by hunger began to piece together. He thought of Earth, that little blue planet, and how he had failed there several times, driven away by those strangely dressed Earthlings in various ways.

Looking back now, a hint of embarrassment or relief flickered across his face. He shook his head, completely abandoning the idea of ​​going back to Earth for that meal.

A full stomach puts him in a good mood. He remembered the envoy identity he had casually promised earlier. With a wave of his hand, several streams of cosmic energy flew out from his palm, transforming into purple streaks of light that precisely entered the bodies of Su Mo, Star-Lord, Cosmo the Space Dog, and every member of the Guardians of the Galaxy.

Su Mo received the most energy, and his body gained a metallic sheen. Star Lord was next; he was jolted by the energy, his broken leg bone healed in seconds, and his face, which had swollen like a pig's head, subsided.

Cosmo lay on the floor, its golden fur shimmering with a faint purple light, and its tail wagged twice. As for the rest of the Guardians of the Galaxy, these were gifts from Galactus, who was in a good mood today.

"From now on, you will be my messengers. Apart from finding a planet for me every now and then, you are free to do as you please."

As he leaned back on his throne, his voice carried the languor of someone who had eaten and drunk his fill, and even his tone of voice was lighter than usual.