"I have come to Earth _as_ the High Priestess of Sovereign, specifically to negotiate with you," Ayesha declared, believing this was the _perfect_ justification.
After all, the theft of the batteries was _a fact_—there was no way they could deny it.
"Guess even with genetic modifications, you guys are still _just_ as petty," Rocket Raccoon muttered without hesitation.
Drax even nodded in agreement.
"Negotiation?" Alan arched a brow. "Alright, let's hear it—what exactly do you want to negotiate?"
He _wasn't_ going to be polite to Ayesha just because she was the High Priestess.
She was a _guest_ on Earth.
And right now, she was sitting in _his_ backyard.
There was no way in hell he was going to let her sit while _he_ remained standing.
Before Ayesha could even process what was happening, Alan sat down across from her, leisurely crossing one leg over the other.
"_How disrespectful!_"
One of Ayesha's female attendants frowned in disapproval.
Even if he _was_ Emperor, how could he _dare_ act so rudely toward the High Priestess?
He hadn't even _asked_ for permission before sitting down! Where was his _manners_?!
"_Disrespectful?_"
Wanda and Gwen _both_ narrowed their eyes, stepping forward to stand beside Alan.
Neither of them could tolerate anyone speaking ill of him.
"_We_ didn't invite you into our home," Gwen pointed out coldly. "And yet you parked your ship _above_ our house and _helped yourself_ to the backyard. So tell me—_how polite_ is that?"
The attendant immediately shut up.
Alan could already tell the storyline was shifting _again_.
He had a feeling more and more things would start diverging from the movies and comics—
After all, the Sovereigns had _never_ come to Earth before.
Yet, here they were.
"Alright, High Priestess," Alan sighed. "Tell me—what exactly do you want to negotiate?"
He _really_ just wanted to get this over with.
Especially since their _golden_ skin was starting to make his eyes hurt.
"I, as the representative of all Sovereign citizens, formally invite you to join our people and become one of us," Ayesha announced proudly, thinking this was an _irresistible_ offer.
After all, in the _entire_ universe, _no_ bloodline was _more noble_ than that of the Sovereigns.
Surely, Emperor would accept.
"_No._"
Alan didn't even _hesitate_ before rejecting her outright.
But Ayesha acted like she hadn't even _heard_ him.
Instead, she continued detailing all the _luxuries_ he would receive—
A _personal palace_.
Attendants.
A _lifestyle_ on par with that of the High Priestess herself.
Gwen glanced at Ayesha, who was completely _lost_ in her own fantasy.
If only she knew that Emperor had already caught the attention of _Hela, the Goddess of Death_.
And with _her_ level of possessiveness?
The entire _Sovereign_ race probably wouldn't have a _single_ peaceful day if he actually went there.
"_Sorry to interrupt, but let me say it again—I'm not interested._" Alan cut her off.
He was starting to think Ayesha was _way_ too full of herself to even _listen_ to what he was saying.
Ayesha's smile froze.
She turned stiffly toward her attendant.
"What did he just say?"
She _refused_ to believe she had heard correctly.
Her _ears_ must be playing tricks on her!
"High Priestess… Emperor _rejected_ our invitation."
The attendant looked just as dumbfounded.
"_What?!_"
Ayesha shot up from her seat in shock, so flustered that she _forgot_ to wait for her attendants to roll out the carpet before stepping forward.
"You people are just _too_ amazing," Alan replied, shaking his head. "I don't think I'd be able to handle it."
In reality, he just _didn't_ want to spend his days surrounded by _golden-skinned_ people all the time.
Who knew?
After a while, he might just start forgetting what _other colors_ even looked like.
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