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Although Ego has the ability to take on a human form through transformation , he does not possess human emotions.

To be precise, Ego was born as a conscious entity in the early stages of the universe. Over time, he developed and expanded his abilities, eventually evolving into a living planet. Later, he created a humanoid avatar—a physical clone of himself—to interact with other beings.

But as a lifeform with an incredibly long, almost eternal lifespan, Ego doesn't—and cannot—share human emotions, morality, or perspective. 

To him, the brief lives of humans are fleeting and insignificant. There is no moral benchmark by which he measures his actions; he simply does as he pleases, without restraint or consideration.

Ego's thought process is fundamentally different from that of any human being.

Compared to the Asgardians like Thor, Ego is more aptly described as a god—omnipotent within his domain.

Throughout his long life, Ego set for himself an immense goal: to expand his existence and find meaning in his being. Everything he has done has been in pursuit of this goal.

Based on Anton's understanding of Ego, it's absolutely unrealistic to believe Ego would avenge the death of Star-Lord, Peter Quill. 

Ego is a cosmic-level scoundrel, a universal stallion who has visited countless planets, fathering children with various alien species in an attempt to find one who inherited his godlike traits.

Every year, those offspring who did not inherit his divine attributes were eliminated.

In Ego's eyes, fathering children was never about love or emotion—it was purely experimental. Even if he developed feelings, he would suppress or discard them if they interfered with his objective.

The Earth saying, "Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs," means nothing to Ego.

To expand the size and influence of his planet-form—that is, his true body—Ego is willing to pay any price. His ambition exceeds common comprehension.

"A planet?"

Carol blinked. She didn't share Anton's memories as Superman did, and couldn't process this immediately. The idea that Peter Quill's biological father was a literal planet left her stunned.

"A planet... are you serious?"

She repeated the question in disbelief. "How does a planet even father children with humans? And if Peter Quill is Ego's descendant, why didn't he show any godlike traits?"

"That's exactly why Ego wanted Peter Quill's body retrieved," Superman replied. "Ego came to Earth to create a child who might inherit his divine essence. If successful, Ego would then absorb that child to expand his planetary form and power. That was his plan."

"For that purpose, Ego sent out countless forms of himself to travel the universe. Like dandelion seeds on the wind, he spread himself to every life-bearing planet he could find—combining with countless species to breed children with potential."

"So... he has a lot of children?" Carol's expression turned cold.

"And all of them were just tools to him."

As Superman explained, Carol slowly came to understand why he had said Ego would never seek revenge over Star-Lord's death.

To Ego, a son was nothing.

He wouldn't take action over the death of such an insignificant offspring—especially not when doing so could draw unnecessary attention or hinder his long-term plans.

As a sentient planet with boundless ambition and no scruples, Ego would never waste his time on something so meaningless.

"Since you think this matter doesn't affect us, let's go back to the previous topic," Carol said. "About the Kree and the Black Order."

"I already told you," Superman replied calmly. "Without Thanos, they're nothing."

As he spoke, he studied the blonde woman in front of him. He could sense that she hadn't said everything on her mind—that she was still brewing some ideas.

"By the way," he added after a pause, "do you have any other thoughts about the Kree and Thanos?"

"I do," Carol answered without hesitation. "If it were up to me, I'd go on the offensive."

Her tone was serious and resolute.

"If you know my history, then you know I've never been one to be pushed around. Otherwise, I wouldn't have survived out here in the universe alone for so long. The Kree have always been my enemies. As for Thanos… from the moment he ordered the Chitauri to attack Earth, his fate was sealed—right alongside the Kree."

"I figured you'd say that," Superman said, unsurprised. "Then let's go."

He spoke lightly, but with conviction. "I'm guessing you already know the location of the Kree forces—or of the Black Order under Thanos."

"You're agreeing to this?" Carol's eyes lit up in surprise and excitement. "That's great! I knew you weren't the type to back down! Let's hit them hard and show them what we're made of!"

She had originally brought up the Kree and Thanos's subordinates as a way to test Superman—just to see how seriously he took them. It was clear he didn't consider them real threats. 

However, given his cool-headed and somewhat distant demeanor, she'd assumed he had no intention of going on the offensive. She thought he'd wait for the right opportunity to strike.

But how long were they supposed to wait?

Carol wasn't one for avoidance.

Ever since she first gained her cosmic powers and returned to space, her conflict with the Kree Empire had dragged on for more than a decade. Her name was still at the top of the Kree's most-wanted list—a fact she wore like a badge of honor.

"Sakaar," she said firmly. "The Kree are too spread out, and Ronan rarely shows himself. So our first target should be Thanos's subordinates—the Black Order. As far as I know, all four of them are currently on Sakaar, under the protection of the Grandmaster."

"Sakaar... and the Grandmaster…"

Superman's expression remained calm, though inwardly, he was intrigued.

"This intel came from Gamora," Carol explained. "She's been laying low, but she's joined us and has been secretly gathering information. When she learned Thanos had sent the Black Order to deal with us, she tipped me off."

"Then let's move," Superman said simply.

Having traveled extensively throughout the universe, Superman knew the location of Sakaar well. He also knew a faster way to get there—one that didn't involve a drawn-out interstellar journey.

Sakaar, famously featured in Thor: Ragnarok, is a chaotic garbage planet located in the bizarre star system. It's the only inhabited planet in the system and boasts extreme environments: strange rock formations, deserts, volcanoes, wastelands, islands, lakes, and oceans.

But what makes Sakaar truly unique is its position—it's surrounded by a swirling nexus of cosmic wormholes, connected to known and unknown parts of the universe. 

These wormholes make entry and exit unpredictable and dangerous. As a result, Sakaar is largely isolated and often used by other civilizations as a galactic dumping ground or prison colony.

Most beings in the universe have no desire to go to Sakaar. Those who do often don't return.

The planet is lawless, violent, and filled with the toughest survivors in the galaxy. Its brutal environment has given rise to a culture obsessed with gladiatorial combat. Arena battles are the main form of entertainment, drawing crowds from across the planet.

This is how Hulk and Thor ended up facing off in the arena in Thor: Ragnarok.

At the top of Sakaar's power structure is the Grandmaster—an eccentric and powerful immortal who rules the planet like a game master, controlling its economy, entertainment, and social order.

Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!

Superman, Carol, Gamora, and Nick Fury spent a great deal of money to teleport directly from Knowhere to Sakaar using advanced technology.

They arrived in the middle of a vast garbage field. The indescribable stench made them all frown.

"Yep, definitely a planet full of trash and exiles," Carol muttered as she rose into the air, surveying the surroundings. Everywhere she looked, it was piles of junk.

In the distance, scavengers piloted small spacecraft and controlled robotic arms, rummaging through the garbage for reusable or valuable materials.

To be honest, this scene changed Carol's view of Sakaar. Even though the planet was remote, and mostly treated as a galactic dump and penal colony, the technology on display was far from primitive.

She began to understand that Sakaar likely absorbed tech from all across the universe's civilizations—making its technological level surprisingly high.

Landing back beside Superman, Gamora, and Nick Fury, she said, "This is a trash heap. We need to find the city."

She then turned to Gamora. "According to your intel, the Black Order—Ebony Maw, Black Dwarf, Proxima Midnight, and Corvus Glaive—are all here. Do you know their exact location?"

"No idea," Gamora replied simply. "All I know is that the four of them have been doing pretty well here. You can't expect me to have every detail."

She paused, then added, "The reason they're here is because Sakaar's arena battles are among the most intense in the galaxy. The four of them often come to watch—and sometimes take fighters home with them."

"They recruit fighters from the arena?" Superman narrowed his eyes. "But I recall that the Grandmaster controls the arena, and no one's allowed to take fighters away without his permission. That's a serious offense."

"You mean the Grandmaster must know their whereabouts," Carol realized.

"Even if he doesn't know exactly where they are, he's definitely in contact with them," Gamora nodded. "We're talking about Thanos here. There are very few in this universe who dare defy him. No matter how high the Grandmaster thinks he is, he's still just another pawn to the Black Order…"

The Grandmaster, huh?

Superman remembered quite a bit about this guy.

In the Thor: Ragnarok movie, the Grandmaster ruled Sakaar like a god-king. He was powerful, but still not on the level of Thanos, the universe's self-appointed population control director.

In the post-credits scene, the Grandmaster was overthrown by rebels on Sakaar. His fate was left ambiguous, likely dead or buried somewhere under the trash.

So, he didn't seem like much of a threat.

But Superman also recalled the Grandmaster from the comics—a very different story.

In the comics, the Grandmaster was one of the Elders of the Universe, an ancient and powerful group that shouldn't be underestimated. Ego, the Living Planet, was also part of this group.

To put it simply, the Elders were among the first sentient beings in the cosmos and once even safeguarded the Infinity Stones.

In the MCU, three members of the Elders have been introduced: the Collector, Ego, and the Grandmaster.

Of the three, Ego was the most formidable. The other two were... less impressive.

However, the Grandmaster in the comics was a force to be reckoned with—capable of going toe-to-toe with Thanos.

He had an almost infinite lifespan, powerful psychic perception, immunity to aging and disease, invulnerability to physical attacks, and extremely rapid regeneration. He could manipulate cosmic energy into various forms: levitation, projections, telepathy, matter manipulation, and even time-space travel.

Perhaps most fascinating: he possessed resurrection abilities—able to revive any being within 30 hours of death.

And of course, he was obsessed with games.

The Grandmaster was an expert in competitive theory, familiar with thousands of forms of combat and games across the universe. He was brilliant, eccentric, and deeply bored—his long life having made him addicted to gambling.

In fact, in the comics, when Thanos tried to take the Soul Stone from the Grandmaster, he had to win it through a game.

In the movies, that obsession with games remained intact.

"I think the Grandmaster is there," Nick Fury suddenly said, snapping Superman out of his thoughts.

Everyone turned to where Fury was pointing.

Across the junkyard, spacecrafts were converging in one direction.

Voices filled the air.

"Arena match is about to start!"

"Quick! Get back, place your bets! I'm winning today for sure!"

"You wish! I've got the jackpot this time!"

The scavengers' chatter made it obvious why the area had emptied so quickly.

"The Grandmaster runs the arena…" Gamora said, realization dawning. "If we want to find him, the arena's our best bet."

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