[Chapter 2]

I found a lot of good loots from the guy I killed earlier, I got myself a weapon, clothes, a weird chip thingy, and a weird remote?

: 'meh, I'm just gotta ask the other guy later'

: 'I should probably cut these clothes, it's too big for me'

After a lot of fixing, I managed to make the clothes fit.

: 'well good enough, I guess'

: 'now, let's hunt some bitches~'

=10 minutes later=

((Weirdo Cannibal POV))

Hmm? Brother sure is taking his time hunting the food, Maybe he's still playing with it?

: 'That idiot! I'm here fixing this damn ship and he's just having a good time?! I shouldn't have asked him to do it if it wasn't for the fact that the ship needs repair and the only capable one to fix it was me.'

: 'ugh, I hate repairing!'

=2 minutes later=

: "And done!"

: 'Finally, the ship is fixed! time to call my brother back, I hope he brings the delicious fresh food, hehe~'

*rustle* rustle*

: 'hmm? what's that sudden noise? is brother back?'

I turned around and what brought my sight shocked me, literally.

The food that we were hunting earlier had a fricking zapper in its hands.

: 'f-fuck he shot my chest'

I started to convulse as the pain started to spread throughout my body.

: 'A little weakling like you?!?'

: "Thanks for fixing the ship for me," grinned the tiny creature.

: "c-curse you! l-little g-goblin-"

those were my last words as my sight faded, embracing the fact that my life was about to end, and letting the darkness take me away.

taking my last breath.

: 'ah~ death is truly welcoming'

((MC POV))

: 'hehe, time to get some loots, baby!'

: 'hmm, another zapper gun? well the more the merrier I guess'

: 'I should probably use the ship too'

: "hmm, but I don't know how to drive a ship" I muttered.

: "oh! I can help you with that!" A voice rang in my ear and a lady with a beer bottle suddenly appeared behind me.

: 'w-what?! I didn't even notice her presence!'

: "w-who are you?!" I asked her (more like threatened) as I pointed the two zapper guns toward her.

The lady has chocolate skin like mine and white line tattoos on her face.

: "woah~ calm down little guy, I'm just a passing scrapper" she half-assingly answered.

: 'is she drunk?'

: "s-scrapper?! what's that and what are you doing here?!"

: "well~ it caught my attention when I found an unregistered life form in my tracker and decided to check it out, you don't seem to be a Sakaraan~"

: "no, I'm not"

I put down the zapper. She seems like a good lady, I hope.

: "hmmm~ are you a fighter perhaps? A space creature which deceives its prey using a tiny body as a lure?" she quietly analyzed me, which is loud enough for me to hear her.

: "I'm not a space monster alright?!" I yelled ticked off.

: "then~ care to explain how you manage to kill not one but two scrappers?~," she said in an intimidating tone.

: "well I shot them with these zapper thingies, are you blind? or are you stupid?" is what I would like to say, but considering the situation right now, I don't think I have the advantage right now, and I think I shouldn't make an enemy out of this weird lady, call it an instinct.

: "w-well I used this zapper" I answered honestly

: "m-hm~ and what about the other body a few meters away from here?"

: "I used a rod"

: "uh-huh, so you're saying that you didn't just manage to survive an encounter with a scrapper but you somehow manage to kill both of them too, one which you used a METAL rod, big enough to make an average adult Sakaraan kneel to their fucking knees trying to carry that, and thrust it into his head."

: ". . ."

: 'I'm speechless, I'm that strong?! wait, wait, wait. . . maybe they're just weak? maybe?'

: 'considering that I have a body of a child, have no recollections whatsoever, and the unfamiliarity with the things (common sense too) in this world, maybe I came from another world! or Just like the weird lady's assumption earlier, maybe I'm a space creature or an alien! what am I?!!'

: "hey goblin! you still there?"

: "ah! y-yes, and don't call me goblin!"

: "haha alright" she giggled

: "am I in trouble? I mean. . . I just killed someone" I asked her

: "well, there's a law that killing scrappers are prohibited"

: "T-then, am I going to get locked up?!" I started to sweat

: "well the penalty for that crime is public execution, but don't worry, the one you killed wasn't a licensed scrapper"

: ". . .and mostly, the council don't give a shit about something like that as long as the one who died isn't a licensed scrapper"

: "Is that the only thing you want to ask? if that's the case then I'm going" She said as she suddenly walked back towards a large cool looking spaceship.

: "w-wait! can I come with you?" I asked her hoping she would help me

: ". . ." she didn't say anything and only looked at me.

: "please"

: ". . ."

: "please" I begged again but now with puppy eyes.

: "ugh!" she suddenly face-palmed herself

: "I'm seriously gonna regret this" She grumbled quietly, which was weird cause I can hear her despite the long distance.

: "*sigh* come on," she said in a defeated tone.

: "yay!" I jumped inside her ship happily.

Little did I know that because of this, I will be involved in a pretty interesting event that will take place in the future.

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[A.N:

Brunnhilde/Scrapper 142

: An Asgardian and also a Valkyrie

: She resided on Sakaar as a bounty hunter designated Scrapper 142 after her defeat at the hands of Hela.

Valkyrie: shield-maidens who swore to defend the throne of Asgard.