"I had a drink with them and then returned to the mansion. It was getting late, so Natasha and Cosmo seemed to have already washed up and gone to sleep. I checked a few things, took a shower, and quietly lay down next to Natasha, trying not to wake her.

The next day, I moved to Gundam Island to check on drone production. Thanks to the large supply of materials I had left last time, production was running smoothly. About 200 units had been completed so far, and considering production was also ongoing at Nowhere, the total was probably around 500. Lara and Lulu also reported no issues.

Actually, I had been thinking of moving the facilities on Gundam Island elsewhere because the island was attracting too much attention. But I couldn’t relocate immediately because the Guardians of the Galaxy incident and the Ultron crisis had cost me too many drones. I needed to stockpile a certain quantity before moving. Plus, the doctors at Avengers HQ were constantly ordering equipment, keeping the production lines running nonstop.

’Maybe instead of relocating the production lines, I should build another one elsewhere...’

Looking at the map, I thought about it and decided it might be better to build a space base at a higher orbit than the satellites. That way, I could provide support to anywhere on Earth quickly. In the original, Tony had built a drone base in orbit before he died. Having such a base ready in advance could also be useful in other worlds.

’I already have the modules built in advance, so it shouldn’t take too long.’

With that decided, I started building immediately. Given the scale, I didn’t build it on Earth—I teleported to Mars, deployed Arcadia (production base) and drones to help with construction. As I designed it, it ended up looking quite similar to the Axiom from WALL-E. There was no particular reason; it just turned out that way because I was designing with living quarters and mobility in mind. It wasn’t intentional.

I was thinking of making it about 4.5 kilometers long. That would be about the size of Ronan’s Dark Aster, and smaller than Thanos’s Sanctuary. The reason for this scale was that, as a base, it needed to accommodate multiple ships and be self-sufficient like Altrea (Starkiller Base).

This time, I planned to make two versions again: one for myself, and one for Marvel. This is what made [Matter Copy] so great—I could easily make different versions. Of course, I didn’t have to stay glued to the construction site. All I needed to do was create parts according to the design or take modules from my inventory and copy them with [Matter Copy]. With clones and drones around, they would handle the assembly themselves.

’About a month should be enough to build it.’

If it were just a regular base, it wouldn’t take long since I could just connect modules, but since it was a spaceship format, I had no choice.

After working on it for a while, I returned to Earth and saw news that Pym Technologies headquarters had suddenly disappeared. It seemed Scott was handling things well, just like in the original.

"Jin, is that okay? A technology that can make an entire building disappear like that must be extremely dangerous..."

"Dr. Hank Pym is trying to prevent his technology from being misused, so don’t worry too much. I’ve been monitoring it as well. Besides, if we get involved, things might get more complicated. Multiple companies are involved, and there will probably be several lawsuits."

"I see."

Natasha seemed quite shocked by the news, but I calmed her down with practical reasons.

"Oh, by the way, Penny was complaining about wanting to be more active. She said she’s tired of training."

"Really? But the Gundam is too big for her to operate easily..."

"That’s true. Hmm... what about using it for disaster relief?"

"That’s a great idea. It would also be good practice."

I actively accepted Natasha’s suggestion and called Penny that evening, instructing her to focus on disaster relief for the time being to build her skills. Penny was thrilled and gladly accepted. As Natasha said, she must have been quite bored with training.

But it wouldn’t be easy. Aside from the fine control required, disaster relief would expose her to all kinds of scenes. So I warned Penny in advance: if she finds any bodies, she should leave them to the adults.

Actually, this was something every superhero experiences. Heroes don’t really talk about it, but unlike in movies, they see quite a lot of such things—brains splattered from gunshots, severed limbs, or worse, flattened under debris. I was worried about how Penny would handle it, so I asked Minerva to try to keep her away from such scenes as much as possible.

I also had a few things I was making for Penny. Among them was a robot similar to the one from Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, about the size of a two-head-tall figure. Since the Gundam was too large and had many restrictions when operating in cities, I needed to give her a machine she could use more regularly. I hadn’t finished it yet because I was still busy with production.

From the next day, Penny would take the New Gundam out after school and, guided by Minerva, visit disaster sites—traffic accidents, fires, earthquakes, tornadoes—and focus on rescue work. People were thrilled to see a Gundam being used for rescue.

"Wow... I wish a Gundam would save me too..."

"Me too..."

Almost everyone had that reaction, but unfortunately, despite the popularity, Penny wasn’t making much money. The reason was that the rights to the Gundam belonged to Bandai within the Marvel universe. In the end, Penny could only make money from her own merchandise, but because the Gundam’s popularity share was so high, they didn’t sell well.

’It seems like someone has blocked Spider-Man-related people from making money... Is it the Parker family curse?’

Still, compared to the other members, she earned less, but thanks to my system, she still made more than the average salary at a large corporation. I also gave her a little extra as hazard pay. And once Penny’s personal machine was ready, things could change, so it wasn’t all bad.

While Penny was doing that, Ant-Man, whom I had been monitoring, seemed to have successfully dealt with Yellowjacket. Fortunately, nothing seemed to have changed from the original regarding Ant-Man.

’Now, Civil War is right around the corner.’

But I wasn’t too worried about Civil War. Zemo’s family was still alive, and Sokovia had stabilized, with the economy recovering and becoming a vibrant nation. At least Zemo wouldn’t go on a rampage for revenge. Rather, he might even help if the Avengers were in danger.

’It’ll probably be fine...’

But suddenly, a contact came from my clone at Nowhere.

"What’s going on?"

—"Ego came to Nowhere. It seems he commissioned the Ravager Guild to find his son. I think Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 might be starting."

"Really? Got it."

So Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 was finally starting. This was actually giving me a headache. Ego was too dangerous to just leave alone. But no matter what happened, Earth would be safe for the time being. I had already used my [Jack Sparrow’s Compass] ability to find Ego’s seed and dug it out of the ground. I couldn’t just leave such a time bomb, not knowing how the future might change. So Earth was safe, but other planets weren’t.

I teleported to Nowhere. The residential area was still under renovation, but it was almost done—only the edges were still under construction. As planned, plenty of lighting had been installed, making the streets very bright. It finally felt like it had completely shed its slum image.

’Finally, this place looks like somewhere people can live.’

After looking around Nowhere, I headed to the mansion at the top. As soon as I entered, the clone I had left in charge greeted me.

"You’re here."

"Yeah. You’ve worked hard."

"I’m you, so it’s the same as you working hard."

"That’s true, but... you know, sentimentally speaking?"

After a brief conversation, I dismissed the clone. The memories of his time at Nowhere flooded into my mind. In those memories, there was almost nothing but drone production, residential area maintenance, and paperwork. The only break was occasionally going to the bar next to the Ravager Guild for some fun.

’That blue-haired Sona has skills.’

I first took the units (money) from the safe in the mansion, then sat in the living room drinking coffee, wondering why Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 started later than in the original. I figured it was because Nowhere had been developed and the Guardians had been active there often.

’So, what are these guys doing now?’

First, I needed to find the Guardians, so I went to the guild to ask where they had gone. Apparently, they had stolen the ’Anulax Batteries’ from the Sovereign and had a bounty on their heads, being chased by Yondu’s family. Other than that, there was no information.

’As expected, those guys are always in trouble.’

But I had a way to find them. I had anticipated this and attached Ronan (made from a shadow soldier) to Star-Lord, so I could either ask Ronan for their current location or use shadow exchange to go to them directly. But showing up right away would be suspicious, so even though it was inconvenient, I decided to travel normally.

I took out the spaceship I had bought from Xandar, asked Ronan for their location, and headed to where the Guardians were. It didn’t take long to get there, since almost all spaceships here had hyperspace capabilities.

I arrived at a small, unnamed planet. I saw what looked like a crashed spaceship and headed toward it. The Guardians saw my ship and waved enthusiastically. I landed nearby.

Zing— Clunk!

"Oh, it’s Jin! How did you get here..."

Quill seemed quite surprised when I landed and got out. But Gamora, as if that wasn’t the priority, slapped Quill on the back and said,

"First, ask if he has any food."

"Ah, right! Do you have any food? We’ve been stranded here for a while."

From what they said, they had been here for quite some time.

"You guys were stranded?"

"Yeah, Yondu’s family attacked our ship. We had no choice but to use hyperspace in a hurry, and this happened."

"Really? Wait a moment."

I went back to my ship and brought out some food to share with them. They eagerly tore open the packaging and started eating ravenously. The members were the usual (Quill, Gamora, Drax, Rocket, Groot 1), with Nebula now having joined.

Munch, munch.

"That’s a relief. I thought we were going to die here. But how did you find us? We couldn’t even send a distress signal because of Yondu’s family."

"I came to warn you, but I saw you had trouble with Yondu’s family and tracked you. It took a while to find you. I thought you were hiding, but it turns out you were stranded..."

"I see. That’s a relief. But what warning?"

"There are a lot of people after you. You stole the ’Anulax Batteries’ from the Sovereign, right? Because of that, a bounty has been placed on your heads."

"We know. That’s why Yondu’s family attacked us."

"And there’s more. There’s a big shot named Ego looking for you."

"Huh? Ego? Who’s Ego?"

Quill didn’t seem to know about Ego yet.

"I don’t have enough information to know who he is either, but he’s someone with very powerful abilities and owns a planet. I don’t know why he’s looking for you, but you should be careful."

"Great... why do so many people keep looking for me? Am I that popular?"

When Quill said that, Rocket sneered,

"We should start a Star-Lord fan club. Membership requirements: ’Anyone who’s been caught up in an accident you caused.’"

Everyone giggled at that. With their bellies full, they seemed more relaxed.

I stood up and said,

"That’s the end of my friendly advice. Now let’s make a deal. How about one of my ships and one ’Anulax Battery’ in exchange? I see your ship (Milano) is beyond repair."

"That’s... I need to discuss it with the others..."

I had a reason for making this offer. The Anulax Batteries produced by the Sovereign were a technology coveted by the entire universe. I wanted to know what was so special about them, so I proposed this trade. They needed a ship right now anyway.

And no matter how reckless they were, they wouldn’t try to steal my ship. Because if they crossed me, the one controlling Nowhere, they would become a target for the entire Ravager guild, making their future lives very difficult—something they knew well.