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Chapter 517
chapter 0234 part 1
**Chapter 233: Collection, Anti-Tang Song Armor**
Every being in the world has their own hobbies.
Some like to sing, some like to listen to others sing.
Some like chaos, some like dragging others into madness with them.
Of course, aside from these extremists, most people's hobbies are actually quite normal.
Just like Boss Tang recently enjoys gardening, petting cats, and planting things.
If you want to be a bit more elegant, then collecting, or rather, 'Collection', is quite suitable.
From this bizarre and colorful world, one seeks eye-catching treasures, then carefully collects those treasures and places them in a specific location, usually in display cabinets.
Wealthy families will set aside an extra Storage Room for their collection items.
Even wealthier families will expand their Storage Rooms, adding some small decorations to showcase their individuality.
Generally, such a place is called a treasure vault.
Yes, similar to the one Odin established in the Golden Palace.
Figures like Odin are already considered the upper echelon of the collecting world.
The things he possesses are things most people have never even heard of, or wondrous items that only exist in legends.
But within the ranks of collectors, they are not yet considered truly top-tier.
Among the vast expanse of Stars, there is a true "Collector".
Although he has only recently risen to prominence in this Universe, anyone who has met him sincerely refers to him as "The Collector".
In short, this city of Stars, located within the skull of a strange creature, became a place of "no exit" after a group of space pirates who stumbled upon it spread the name of Knowhere.
Perhaps due to a severe collecting obsession, the owner of this place, The Collector, announced to the entire Universe.
Any unique, one-of-a-kind item, no matter its origin, appearance, function, or effect, as long as it is truly unique, can be exchanged for a return from The Collector.
Any return! The wealthy Collector seems to possess everything, but for those who dare to deceive him with fakes, or attempt to rob him by force, this mysterious Collector's retaliation is absolutely brutal.
In short, as long as you have genuine goods, you can exchange for anything at Knowhere! Stellarium, precious materials, mysterious knowledge, barter, and some lucky individuals have even exchanged for a complete small fleet here.
Finally, there is information!
Information about the mysteries of the Stars, valuable information, information that can determine the life, death, and future of a Star Zone.
The owner of Knowhere, The Collector, only cares about the collection items he possesses or is about to possess; he doesn't care about the environment or rules of the place at all.
Centered around his needs, a large-scale Black Market quickly formed here.
Not everyone who brings treasures can receive a return from The Collector.
Although The Collector disdains those inferior treasures, there are naturally people of lower taste who covet them. Murder, robbery, clever deception, and other such behaviors are enacted on Knowhere almost every moment.
The generous Collector occasionally issues mercenary orders to search for treasures, so some space mercenaries have also come to this "good place" in groups.
And after a place's reputation becomes bad enough, or rather, after this damned place becomes "free" enough, more guys craving chaos will be attracted.
This is a vicious cycle.
In short, this is a very, very bad place.
A super-large Museum! The huge Room is filled with various glass display cases.
Display cases made of black metal strips and transparent glass, each compartment containing a collection item.
Plants, animals, insects, mechanical creations, and even things like cocoons.
"A unique collection item, the Power Stone!"
The Collector Tivan, with white hair and a rather unconventional hairstyle.
An odd long robe with alternating red and black, adorned with white fluff on the shoulders, wearing white gloves, and strange paint on his chin.
Hmm, at first glance, this Collector doesn't seem like someone you could easily like.
He was filled with an indescribable sense of strangeness. The Collector let out an odd sigh. A gleam flashed in his eyes. Not long ago, he received information about the Orb that sealed the Power Stone.
And he released information, hiring those Ravagers to search for this collection item he desired.
For Tivan, the preciousness of the Power Stone wasn't due to its immense power, but because of its unique attribute in the Universe.
As the best record store in New York, Zhen De Bang Record Store's location was quite remote, and the internal Space was very narrow. However, the various records inside were neatly arranged. The small record store was packed with audiophiles who came to browse.
These record collecting enthusiasts from all over the world moved cautiously, afraid of stepping on the records underfoot.
After all, this record store was indeed small, and records almost filled all the Space within the small shop.
Maybe there were a few pressed under a coin bank beneath their feet.
Star-Lord squeezed among the crowd, occasionally picking up a record, looking at the lyrics on the cover, and couldn't help but hum a few lines softly.
However, from the disdainful gazes of the people around him, it was clear that his singing skills were truly mediocre.
"Boss, do you have any records by the Redbone band?"
After finding a few records, Star-Lord squeezed to the front of the plump white Boss and stated what he wanted to buy.
The Boss looked at Star-Lord with surprise. "Redbone band? That was a band from the seventies of the last century!"
"Wait while I look!"
The Boss took out a small notebook from the desk drawer, flipped through it for a while, then looked up and said.
"There are two in the bottom box of the fourth row!"
Star-Lord walked to the fourth row of shelves where the records were placed, as the Boss had said. After squatting down and searching for a while, he indeed found two records at the bottom of the box.
Just as Star-Lord was holding the records and about to pay, the communicator on his wrist suddenly started beeping.
Star-Lord glanced around, took out a small earbud-like device from the communicator, put it in his ear, and changed the communicator from projection mode to voice mode.
"Star-Lord, where are you? There's a big job!"
**Chapter 233: Collection, Anti-Tang Song Armor**
Every being in the world has their own hobbies.
Some like to sing, some like to listen to others sing.
Some like chaos, some like dragging others into madness with them.
Of course, aside from these extremists, most people's hobbies are actually quite normal.
Just like Boss Tang recently enjoys gardening, petting cats, and planting things.
If you want to be a bit more elegant, then collecting, or rather, 'Collection', is quite suitable.
From this bizarre and colorful world, one seeks eye-catching treasures, then carefully collects those treasures and places them in a specific location, usually in display cabinets.
Wealthy families will set aside an extra Storage Room for their collection items.
Even wealthier families will expand their Storage Rooms, adding some small decorations to showcase their individuality.
Generally, such a place is called a treasure vault.
Yes, similar to the one Odin established in the Golden Palace.
Figures like Odin are already considered the upper echelon of the collecting world.
The things he possesses are things most people have never even heard of, or wondrous items that only exist in legends.
But within the ranks of collectors, they are not yet considered truly top-tier.
Among the vast expanse of Stars, there is a true "Collector".
Although he has only recently risen to prominence in this Universe, anyone who has met him sincerely refers to him as "The Collector".
In short, this city of Stars, located within the skull of a strange creature, became a place of "no exit" after a group of space pirates who stumbled upon it spread the name of Knowhere.
Perhaps due to a severe collecting obsession, the owner of this place, The Collector, announced to the entire Universe.
Any unique, one-of-a-kind item, no matter its origin, appearance, function, or effect, as long as it is truly unique, can be exchanged for a return from The Collector.
Any return! The wealthy Collector seems to possess everything, but for those who dare to deceive him with fakes, or attempt to rob him by force, this mysterious Collector's retaliation is absolutely brutal.
In short, as long as you have genuine goods, you can exchange for anything at Knowhere! Stellarium, precious materials, mysterious knowledge, barter, and some lucky individuals have even exchanged for a complete small fleet here.
Finally, there is information!
Information about the mysteries of the Stars, valuable information, information that can determine the life, death, and future of a Star Zone.
The owner of Knowhere, The Collector, only cares about the collection items he possesses or is about to possess; he doesn't care about the environment or rules of the place at all.
Centered around his needs, a large-scale Black Market quickly formed here.
Not everyone who brings treasures can receive a return from The Collector.
Although The Collector disdains those inferior treasures, there are naturally people of lower taste who covet them. Murder, robbery, clever deception, and other such behaviors are enacted on Knowhere almost every moment.
The generous Collector occasionally issues mercenary orders to search for treasures, so some space mercenaries have also come to this "good place" in groups.
And after a place's reputation becomes bad enough, or rather, after this damned place becomes "free" enough, more guys craving chaos will be attracted.
This is a vicious cycle.
In short, this is a very, very bad place.
A super-large Museum! The huge Room is filled with various glass display cases.
Display cases made of black metal strips and transparent glass, each compartment containing a collection item.
Plants, animals, insects, mechanical creations, and even things like cocoons.
"A unique collection item, the Power Stone!"
The Collector Tivan, with white hair and a rather unconventional hairstyle.
An odd long robe with alternating red and black, adorned with white fluff on the shoulders, wearing white gloves, and strange paint on his chin.
Hmm, at first glance, this Collector doesn't seem like someone you could easily like.
He was filled with an indescribable sense of strangeness. The Collector let out an odd sigh. A gleam flashed in his eyes. Not long ago, he received information about the Orb that sealed the Power Stone.
And he released information, hiring those Ravagers to search for this collection item he desired.
For Tivan, the preciousness of the Power Stone wasn't due to its immense power, but because of its unique attribute in the Universe.
As the best record store in New York, Zhen De Bang Record Store's location was quite remote, and the internal Space was very narrow. However, the various records inside were neatly arranged. The small record store was packed with audiophiles who came to browse.
These record collecting enthusiasts from all over the world moved cautiously, afraid of stepping on the records underfoot.
After all, this record store was indeed small, and records almost filled all the Space within the small shop.
Maybe there were a few pressed under a coin bank beneath their feet.
Star-Lord squeezed among the crowd, occasionally picking up a record, looking at the lyrics on the cover, and couldn't help but hum a few lines softly.
However, from the disdainful gazes of the people around him, it was clear that his singing skills were truly mediocre.
"Boss, do you have any records by the Redbone band?"
After finding a few records, Star-Lord squeezed to the front of the plump white Boss and stated what he wanted to buy.
The Boss looked at Star-Lord with surprise. "Redbone band? That was a band from the seventies of the last century!"
"Wait while I look!"
The Boss took out a small notebook from the desk drawer, flipped through it for a while, then looked up and said.
"There are two in the bottom box of the fourth row!"
Star-Lord walked to the fourth row of shelves where the records were placed, as the Boss had said. After squatting down and searching for a while, he indeed found two records at the bottom of the box.
Just as Star-Lord was holding the records and about to pay, the communicator on his wrist suddenly started beeping.
Star-Lord glanced around, took out a small earbud-like device from the communicator, put it in his ear, and changed the communicator from projection mode to voice mode.
"Star-Lord, where are you? There's a big job!"
