Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

The bad news is that Sherlock had just regained consciousness when he was hit by a shard of glass. If it weren't for the quick reaction of his armor, Sherlock would probably be covered in blood by now.

It's true what they say, when you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems.

The moment the spaceship made contact with the planet's interior, the most direct result of the violent tremor was that the screws securing Sherlock's cockpit came loose, or perhaps the screws were already loose to begin with, but the violent tremor caused them to detach completely.

The instant the spaceship came to a stop after crashing into a building on the ground, Sherlock, who was strapped to his chair, was thrown out along with the chair.

Whether it was Sherlock's good luck or bad luck is hard to say, Sherlock, sitting in that flying chair, miraculously passed through the window of the building he crashed into, saw the illegal transaction inside in its entirety, and then flew out from the other side.

Then it landed precisely in that enormous pool filled with golden cerebrospinal fluid.

As we all know, yellow liquid always evokes a peculiar association; in short, it either tastes like oranges or it smells like excrement.

Unfortunately, cerebrospinal fluid is a type of bodily fluid, and what's worse, this enormous head had been dead for who knows how long, so you can imagine what it smelled like.

The moment Sherlock fell in, he was forced to gulp down several mouthfuls. The intoxicating taste almost instantly transformed Sherlock into Wolf Uncle, who had just completed the metal skeleton forging, and he roared as he stood up from the pool.

"Ahhhhhh!!!! Who the hell is so inconsiderate as to not even put a lid on the toilet???"

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! Ronan!! I'll kill you!!!"

At the very moment the defense was broken and the roar was unleashed, another figure appeared almost simultaneously in the pool beside them. That person's appearance was almost identical to Sherlock's; one could even say they were made from the same mold.

After they finished roaring, they were drawn to each other, and in the instant their eyes met, they both erupted into a deafening scream.

"Ah ...

That's right, the other person who stood up from the pool was none other than Drax the Destroyer from the Galactic Comedy Squad.

When this guy stood up, he saw Sherlock wearing the Destroyer armor that looked like a muscle structure. He subconsciously thought that the yellowish liquid that smelled like excrement would corrode his skin, so he screamed and ran away as fast as he could.

As for Sherlock, he never imagined he would encounter the Galactic Comedians.

As we all know, the silliness of the Galactic Silly Team is contagious, spreading like a virus, originating from Star-Lord.

As you can see, Star-Lord's ultimate battle, which was his final, hilarious kill on Ronan in the movie.

Ronan, a figure of considerable stature in the entire universe, was actually killed by Star-Lord's dance in the movie. His death was unprecedented for a villain, and could even be considered a disgrace to villainous deaths.

Honestly, with the way Ronan died, if there really was an underworld, even the Goddess of Death would be stunned for a few seconds. If she encountered someone arguing, just one sentence from her would make Ronan never be able to hold his head up again.

No matter how much Ronan has accomplished, the phrase "You were killed by a bunch of idiots dancing" is enough to deal with all of Ronan's trash talk.

Sherlock had absolutely no desire to have any contact with this group of super-duper idiots who could spread the "idiot virus" and had an aura of idiocy!

I don't want to at all!

However, fortune and misfortune can change in an instant, and people experience joys and sorrows. In many cases, things are not guided by one's personal will.

Seeing that Sherlock was still in that 'skin-corroding' urinal, Drax, though not very bright, was extremely 'righteous'. He immediately turned around, rushed into Sherlock's urinal, and slapped Sherlock away.

After feeling the weight and friction of the enormous head on his face, Sherlock stopped beside the arriving team members like a rag doll.

Well, although Sherlock wasn't injured at all thanks to his Destroyer Armor, the disgusted looks from Hana, Doro, and the others, who covered their noses, were a devastating blow to Sherlock's psyche.

Just as Sherlock was lying motionless on the ground, questioning his existence, Drax actually thought Sherlock was dying and rushed over to perform CPR on him.

Most coincidentally, Nema Groot also arrived at this moment. He saw Sherlock lying motionless on the ground, Drax preparing to perform CPR on Sherlock, and a group of all sorts of men and women standing next to them with disgusted expressions.

Groot actually imagined a dramatic scene in his mind: "An elderly person falls to the ground alone and no one dares to help them up, while onlookers look disgusted." He immediately rushed over to prepare to perform a pericardial effusion drainage operation on Sherlock.

Seeing a thin wooden signature slowly emerge from Groot's finger, Sherlock, who had been lying on the ground, jumped up.

Just kidding. If Sherlock were to give Drax a pericardial puncture like Groot did in the movie, he'd probably see right through it. What a joke! What kind of space adventure is that?

Unsurprisingly, when faced with Sherlock standing up, the disgust on the faces of Sister Hua and the others was even more intense than before, not at all concealed. Doro, in particular, pulled Lilith far away, afraid that if Sherlock went crazy and dragged everyone into the water, they would be caught in the crossfire.

Seeing this scene, Sherlock had only one thought in his mind.

I'm tired. Let it all end, whatever!

Chapter 369: Just How Terrifying is Driving Without a License?

Sometimes, no matter how unwilling you are, you have to admit that the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen.

The original members of the entire Galactic Sand Sculpture Team consisted of a sand sculpture, a normal person, a genius used to average intelligence, and a pair of brilliant minds.

Now that the Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix have appeared before Sherlock, do you think that genius used to average the team's IQ can be far away?

Sure enough, just as Sherlock was questioning his existence, a figure descended from the sky in front of everyone. It was none other than the brains of the Galactic Sand Sculpture Team, the one who averaged out the team's intelligence.

Rocket!

The instant the instant noodles landed, Drax started cursing at him. After all, the current situation was entirely Drax's doing. Not only had the Power Stone fallen into Ronan's hands, but even Star-Lord and Gamora had been captured by Yondu and his group of cosmic-level nerds.

Amidst the background noise of such intense gunfire, Instant Noodles' roar still reached everyone's ears clearly. Despite being less than a meter tall, Rocket's shouts made him seem like he was two meters tall.

Faced with the accusations from the guy with the instant noodles, Drax was quite the man. As the saying goes, when you're about to be hit, you have to stand up straight. Drax may be a bit simple-minded, but he's a good man who can admit his mistakes and correct them. He immediately admitted his error.

Seeing Drax like this, Gansu Mian was still seething with anger, and his lips twitched with rage as he watched Drax bravely admit his mistake.

For a moment, I didn't even know what to say. If I kept cursing, the big, dumb guy had already admitted his mistake. If I didn't curse, the anger inside me was unbearable.

However, Rocket soon noticed Sherlock and his group standing next to Drax. In particular, when he saw Sherlock, who emanated the same disgusting odor as Drax, Rocket even took a step back in extreme disgust.

This scene caught Sherlock's eye. Sherlock, who had initially had a fairly good impression of the instant noodle in front of him, immediately lowered his opinion of the instant noodle by one level, and his whole demeanor began to lose some of its color.

"Where did these weird-looking things come from? Big oaf, are you your friend?"

Rocket ignored Sherlock's reaction and instead asked Drax, though his words were somewhat offensive. It was clear that, apart from the currently emotional Sherlock, no one paid any attention to Rocket's remarks.

Not only did he ignore Rockets' comments, but Gandalf, who appeared to be the oldest member of the team, also stepped forward, bowed slightly to Rockets, and then spoke.

"Sir, we are nothing more than a bunch of pathetic wretches who escaped during the chaos. I wonder if you would have the time to send us to a planet that looks... well... relatively normal, so that we can go home?"

After glancing around at his surroundings, Gandalf finally managed to utter an adjective after a long pause. Rocket, on the other hand, seemed to misunderstand something when he heard Gandalf's words.

After all, the wreckage of the transport ship was still there not far away, and Rocket couldn't possibly not see it. Almost subconsciously, Rocket concluded that the group of people in front of him were definitely slaves who had escaped from some unknown force during the chaos in the barren land.

They finally managed to steal a spaceship and wanted to leave, but because their planet had not yet entered interstellar civilization, no one knew how to fly a spaceship. This led to them being shot down by the chaotic battle in the sky and thus encountering them.

The reason for this misunderstanding is undeniably partly due to the clothing worn by Sherlock and his companions. After all, no one in the universe would wear such distinctive clothing as Sherlock and his group.

Undeniably, due to his own experiences, Rocket did not refuse the group of people who seemed to share his plight. He simply told them that after he rescued Star-Lord and Gamora, he would find a way to send them to the relatively civilized planet Xandar.

Let Sherlock and his group wait for him here.

After saying this, Rocket called Groot to leave together. Seeing that Rocket was about to leave, Drax quickly caught up with him and said that he could also do his part. Little did he know that Drax's action completely ignited the anger that had been building up inside him.

Instant Noodles covered his nose, tears even welling in his eyes, and after running quite a distance, he finally started cursing at Drax.

"Don't even think about it! You big dummy! Until you've cleaned yourself up and gotten rid of this damn smell, I won't let you set foot on my spaceship! Not even get close!"

After saying that, without any hesitation, he picked up the big gun that was almost as tall as himself, jumped onto Groot's shoulder, and left, leaving Drax alone on the spot, somewhat at a loss.

Just as the two were engaged in a war of words, Sherlock finally recovered slightly from that extreme emo and looked in Gandalf's direction with a hint of resentment, saying to Gandalf in a grumbling tone.

"I don't think we need to leave with them. We can stay here and learn how to pilot a spaceship, then steal one and leave. Trust me, I can take you home."

As soon as Sherlock said this, the next second, everyone on Sister Hua's side, the three seafood generals' side, and even Doro's face showed a look of horror. Lilith was shaking her head so hard it looked like a windmill.

"No! You don't want to! Listen to me, Sherlock, stop thinking about piloting the spaceship!"

Gandalf struggled to keep his mind from recalling Sherlock's weapon-like piloting skills, and tried to keep his voice from trembling as he spoke to Sherlock.

"I think..."

Clearly, Sherlock was making a last-ditch effort to distance himself from the absurdity, but his struggle was nipped in the bud by Sister Hua before it even began.

"No, Sherlock, you don't want to fly a spaceship anymore, do you?"

Sister Hua's tone remained as gentle as ever, and even the smile on her face was a model of gentleness. Of course, this was on the condition that you ignored the murderous aura emanating from her as she spoke, which was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood emanating from a hellish place.

Although Sister Hua was smiling and even her movements were incredibly ladylike, Sherlock had no doubt that if he dared to utter a single word of dissent, Sister Hua would definitely transform into a demon and chop him into mincemeat the next second.

"Yes, it is!"

What could Sherlock do? Sherlock could only reluctantly accept Hua Jie's suggestion. To be honest, Sherlock also experienced Hua Jie's extremely contrasting cunning and ruthless side.

Just as Sherlock was trembling and wondering what to do next, Drax came running over carrying a huge bucket of water that was as tall as a person, and even extended an invitation to Sherlock.

"Hey bro, wanna take a shower?"

"wash!"

Faced with Sister Hua's extremely murderous gaze, Sherlock decisively accepted Drax's invitation without the slightest hesitation, driven entirely by his survival instinct.

Chapter 370 A Daily Life on a Cosmic Level

Seeing that Sherlock had agreed to bathe with him, Drax pulled out a small basin from somewhere and was about to put on a public bathing spectacle, which made Sherlock's eyelids twitch.

Drax taking a shower in public might not be a problem for his teammates, since they're counting on them to get him out of there. But if he did that, he'd probably be the first to face Doro's wrath, without even needing to lift a finger.

Sherlock decisively stopped Drax, who was about to take off his pants, and gave a live demonstration of just how convenient alchemy could be.

Under Drax's incredulous gaze, a simple bathhouse rose from the ground, and the large water bucket that Drax brought over, which was taller than a person, was transformed into a water tower. Sherlock even thoughtfully used a T-junction to create two showerheads that could spray water at the same time.

Of course, thanks to Sherlock's understanding of the simpleton in front of him, Sherlock specifically asked Drax where he got the clean water before taking a bath, so that he wouldn't have to use any weird liquids.

If that were the case, Sherlock even felt he might die with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Fortunately, Drax didn't notice Sherlock's worries. He simply pointed, and Sherlock immediately felt relieved.

However, while he was relieved, it didn't stop Sherlock from twitching his lips and looking speechless.

The reason is simple: Drax dismantled someone's water tank, and most importantly, it was the same criminal's tank that Sherlock had just flown through the window of.

Most importantly, it wasn't a big deal that Drax dismantled someone's water tank; he actually rushed into the house with his weapon in an extremely polite manner, then 'politely' asked for permission before taking the water tank without any hesitation.

Well, that guy hanging motionless on the window, his life hanging in the balance, proves that Sherlock's idea is absolutely correct.

Of course, Sherlock wasn't going to pity them. After all, he had just witnessed their illegal transaction! Clearly, they weren't good people either.

No, to be more precise, in this lawless place, if everyone were lined up and shot every other person, there would definitely be some who would slip through the net. But if everyone were shot, there would certainly be one or two innocent people who would be mistakenly killed.

There can be no more than three good people, no more than that!

As for whether that bucket of water was enough for Sherlock and Drax, under normal circumstances it should have been enough, but it was clearly not enough given Sherlock's desire to wash himself thoroughly.

Fortunately, with Sherlock's alchemy support, there was no embarrassing situation of running out of water halfway through the wash. Sherlock even thoughtfully provided Drax with a supply of soap and towels.

Drax, that silly goose, was exceptionally fond of the towel Sherlock gave him. To put it simply, his sensitive breasts loved the softness of the fabric!