Sona's Extraordinary Life in Marvel

"I'm going to tear your head off and use it as a bowl!"

"*******"

All kinds of vulgar insults followed one after another, and the prisoners seemed to have found a point to vent their emotions.

"What kind of evil thing have you done?" Quill thought he was very good at offending people, but he didn't expect Gamora to completely crush him in this aspect.

"I told you, she's 'famous', you frog in a well." Rocket explained, mocking Quill's ignorance.

"More or less, the prisoners here have had their homes destroyed by Thanos or Ronan. If someone like Gamora comes in, she probably won't survive more than two days."

"Won't the guards protect her?"

"They only care about whether we escape from prison or not. Who cares about life and death in here?" Rocket, a frequent visitor to the prison, is very clear about these rules. Unless you pay the guards enough money, this is simply an even more ridiculous and bloody lawless place.

Sona couldn't help but frown after hearing this. What kind of prison is this?

In Demacia, the rules inside the prison are even stricter than the laws outside, so prisoners basically will not commit crimes again after being released from prison.

Although the laws regarding magic are somewhat outrageous and the forced detention of magicians has long been criticized in Demacia, Sona still feels that such prisons are valuable and can reform those who have made mistakes.

In fact, this really cannot be blamed on the Nova Corps. This group of cosmic prisoners came from different star fields and were captured because they committed crimes within the management area of ​​Xandar. In their words, these people are a bunch of cosmic garbage.

Who has the time and energy to reform a bunch of scum? It's already good enough that Xandar provides food and energy to Klin Prison out of humanitarianism.

The prisoners around came over and surrounded Sona and her group, all ready to make a move, but no one dared to be the first to step forward.

Are you considered an accomplice?

Judging from their positions, they do seem to be in the same group.

Sona was a little helpless. Although it was annoying to be involved in such a dispute, she was still counting on Rocket and Quill to escape from prison. It would not be a good idea to distance herself from the matter now.

A blue-skinned, burly Dolman stood in front of Quill, pinched his chin with his big hands, and moved his hands left and right to observe, as if he was examining something.

"You must be very delicious, pretty boy, I'm going to eat you!" The foul smell from the Dory alien's mouth rushed into Quill's nostrils, making him feel his stomach churning.

"You'd better mean it literally." Quill had an ugly expression on his face. If this "eaten" meant what he understood, he would rather swim naked in space.

"Don't worry, this Gannavian jam will taste delicious." The Multi-eared alien's mouth was wide open, like an oversized shoe sole with the glue coming apart.

Although his life was still in danger, Quill felt inexplicably relieved.

Groot walked forward slowly, raised his right hand quickly, and inserted two branch fingers accurately into the thick nostrils of the Multi-eared Alien.

The branches grew wildly and lifted the 300-kilogram Multi-eared alien off the ground.

The immense pain made the three-meter-tall muscular man wail in agony, and the people around him felt their scalps tingling when they heard it.

"I'll only say this once! This guy is our trophy. Before you decide to grab it, weigh your own weight first!" Rocket shouted loudly to the crowd of prisoners watching. He knew too much about this kind of prison rules.

If you want to reduce trouble in prison, you must first find an unlucky guy to establish your authority.

Groot threw the wailing Dory to the ground and imitated Rocket, shouting to the people around him, "I'm Groot!"

This move obviously frightened most people, and the prisoners who had been ready to make a move scattered like birds and beasts.

If the plan had not been discussed beforehand, the Rockets would not have cared about Quayle's life or death.

Quill was also a man who knew the times. He immediately added, "I am theirs," and then hurriedly caught up with Rocket and Groot who were leaving.

Although there were many prisoners shouting at Gamora, no one dared to go directly up to her and cause trouble.

In comparison, Sona looked as if "easy to bully" was written all over her face.

Three Logosas, blinded by lust, surrounded the lone Sona, grinning obscenely and wanting to touch her.

Although people of different races have different aesthetic views, there is one thing in common: the universe's positive judgment of female creatures.

Of course the bigger the better.

"Hey, do we really not have to worry about her?" Quill was a little worried about Sona's situation, but he, an ordinary unarmed man, certainly couldn't save the beauty, so he tried to persuade Rocket.

"Hmph, just sit down and watch the show." Rocket knew what was happening without turning around, and couldn't help but sneer.

It didn't care about Sona because it had 4 billion points and therefore ignored the 200 million points, but because it knew clearly how troublesome the 200 million points were.

Even if it were to catch a dozen Quills, it would be easier than taking the harp from that witch.

"Hey, hey, girl, do you want to accompany us three brothers to play some games?" It was a standard gangster statement, nothing original at all.

Sona didn't even bother to show disgust towards this kind of person. She just stretched out her finger, letting the power of the rune gather at her fingertips, and blue beams of light emerged.

The pale blue light was very dazzling in the dimly lit prison. In just a moment, the three Logosa people were frozen into ice sculptures, still with ugly smiles on their faces. Their brains probably didn't even react.

When the people around saw this scene, they seemed to be frozen and remained silent.

What kind of method is this? Everyone couldn't help but wonder, and even more so, fear.

The icy-amplified freezing ray, with Sona's adjustments, should freeze them for a day and a night.

As for killing them? You can, but it's not necessary.

Sona still instinctively resists the decision of life and death. She always believes that having the ability to kill does not mean having the right to kill.

But if they still don't repent, Sona doesn't mind helping the universe clean up the mess.

Sona couldn't shout a few words to warn the people around her like Rocket did, but no one thought the little girl was as harmless as she looked anymore.

"A very practical ability." Gamora walked forward and knocked on the ice. She was surprised by how solid it was, which changed her first impression of Sona.

I originally thought she was just a rich girl who ran away, but I didn't expect that a simple finger could have such power!

The magician is beside me!

The meticulous Gamora wanted to pull Sona into the team to deal with Ronan as soon as possible. Facing that Kree maniac, having a stronger teammate would increase the chances of winning.

"Come with me and find a place without flies." Gamora invited.

Butcher, executioner, murderer.

These prisoners have put a lot of labels on Gamora, and Rocket has also emphasized Gamora's reputation before, which made Sona a little hesitant.

Sensing Sona's hesitation, Gamora quickly understood what was going on. There was no expression on her face, but she felt helpless in her heart.

Although she did help Thanos kill many people, Gamora never killed the innocent and the weak. Most of her assassinations were done with violence.

Even if it goes against Thanos' orders, Gamora will not let her sword be stained with sin.

Unfortunately, only she herself knows all this. In the eyes of outsiders, Gamora has always been the fierce and cruel killer, the adopted daughter of the mad Titan Thanos, and the accomplice of the culprit who destroyed their homeland.

Sona's behavior was perfectly normal.

It doesn't matter, she has long been accustomed to this kind of loneliness.

Gamora turned and walked up to the room on the second floor. Just as she was about to close the metal door, she found that Sona had been following her silently.

"you…"

Sona responded to Gamora's surprise with a smile, and communicated with her through telepathy.

"A person's appearance can be deceiving, but her soul cannot."

An ethereal voice sounded in Gamora's mind. After a few seconds of silence, she was sure that it was Sona who was communicating with her.

Even though she was covered in revenge and pain, Sona could still see the gentle light deep in Gamora's soul.

He may not be a great good man, but he is definitely not as cold-blooded as others describe him to be.

Like... Natasha?

It was the first time that someone treated her with kindness, and Gamora didn't know what to say. Her nervous reaction was like that of a little girl.

On the first floor outside the metal door, a shirtless bald muscular man was staring through the glass at the room that Gamora entered.

Looking at the backs of the two girls, he got hard.

It's a hard fist.

(There will be a mock test next week, so it may not be updated)

Volume 1: Chapter 162 Night Performance

I don’t know if it was night, but everyone was asleep.

Sona was sitting alone on the upper bunk bed, her head against the wall, her hands on her knees, looking unhappy.

This environment is so bad. The bed is like a piece of iron, cold and hard. How can I sleep?

No, it's just a piece of iron plate!

Gamora fell asleep quickly. Just as she said, the prison was like heaven compared to her previous environment.

Growing up under Thanos' training, she would rather go to jail.

At least you can sleep as long as you want.

However, Sona obviously doesn't think so.

Why hasn't the day arrived yet... Complaining in her heart, Sona twisted her hair with her fingers, rolled it into a long tube and then let it go, repeating this many times to pass the time.

In the absence of a clock, S is her timekeeping tool. If S appears, it means that twenty-four hours have passed.

Forget it, let’s go out for a walk. My legs are numb.

Since she couldn't sleep anyway, Sona decided to take a look around this so-called maximum-security prison. At least it was better than sitting on the bed and staring blankly.

Sona used levitation to gently get out of bed, without disturbing the sleeping Gamora, and walked out the door carefully, choosing to explore upwards.

In a corner not far away, a prisoner saw Sona walking out of the room, and quickly woke up his sleeping companion and whispered, "The witch is out."

The originally confused Mohawk man suddenly came to his senses and quickly took out two stone knives from a box beside him. He got his weapons only after bribing the guards.

"Let's take action before she comes back!" The man with the Mohawk called two more brothers, and the four of them sneaked towards the room where Gamora was.

It was obvious that they came for revenge, but they were afraid of the magic Sona had displayed before, so they did not dare to act in advance.

No matter how strong Gamora is, she is just an ordinary person with good physical fitness. Even if she can't beat them, she can run away.

But Sona's magic is different. It can freeze people into popsicles in an instant. With such a strange method and such fast blue light, none of them think they can run faster than light.

Besides, who knows what the witch's trump card is? If you offend her, you might die without knowing how.

Anyone who can get into this prison must be quite capable. When Gamora discovered someone coming in, it was too late to react and her two younger brothers grabbed her arms from the left and right.

"Take it to the bathroom and deal with it. Don't make it dirty here." Blake is not a mysophobe, but the guards will give him trouble if he gets the cell covered in blood.

Gamora gritted her teeth and glared at the unsportsmanlike young men around her, trying her best to break free. Seeing this, Blake punched Gamora in the stomach, temporarily disabling her strength.

"Fuck you! Idiot!" The man with the Mohawk cursed at the stunned younger brother, then turned and went to the prison bathroom.

Before being taken away, Gamora glanced at the bed above and did not see Sona.

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She was first glad that Sona was not dragged down by her, but then she became a little worried. After all, disappearing in this prison was not a good thing.

The noise made by Blake and his four companions was quite loud and woke up many sleeping prisoners. However, most of them were not even interested in joining in the fun. They just took a look and fell asleep.

However, a certain nosy star prince is apparently an exception.

When Quill saw a group of people taking Gamora to the bathroom, he felt something was wrong and quickly got up and left the room.

"Hey, Quill, what are you going to do?" Rocket didn't know what was going on and followed him out.

......

Klin Prison is a space facility built on an aging planet. Thanks to the presence of an old star nearby, its day and night are not simulated by technology.

As Sona went up, she gradually discovered that the higher she went, the stranger the style of the prison cells became.

It may be because the higher up the ladder the prisoners are, the richer they are, and they can occupy private cells and get some harmless decorations.

There is a heavy metal skull style, a pink girl style, and... forget it, Sona really finds it hard to talk about that style.

Although she had heard about it before, when she saw it for the first time, she still felt that the universe was so vast that there were endless wonders.

It's annoying to the eyes.

In order to prevent herself from being mentally polluted again, Sona thought it would be better not to explore further upwards. Who knows what curious prisoners there might be.

As she was walking down, Sona's mind moved, she realized something, and took a step back lightly. The surrounding space fluctuated, and a gorgeous golden guqin appeared out of thin air and fell into Sona's hands.

Phew~ finally here.

Even without Sè, the prisoners in the jail would not be able to defeat Sona, but with Guqin by her side, the sense of security she felt was unmatched by anyone.

He plucked the strings a few times subconsciously, and the beautiful melody spread in all directions. Because it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the sound of the piano was particularly clear and reached the ears of the prisoners in many rooms.