Summon the Villain: Marvel.

After the members of the Guardians of the Galaxy had eaten and drunk their fill, they collapsed on the chairs in the banquet hall, stroking their slightly bulging bellies, looking extremely satisfied. Star-Lord spoke first, leaning back in his chair with his hands on his abdomen, looking relieved, as if he had just won a battle.

"Oh my God, I am like an angel in heaven right now." He closed his eyes, a comfortable smile on his face, and he was completely relaxed. "This kind of life is really top-notch enjoyment. By the way, these alien foods are pretty good. Although they are not as flavorful as the 'homemade delicacies' on the Milano, they are still good enough for me to savor."

"Peter, your 'homemade delicacies' are simply the most unpalatable things in the universe." Gamora said helplessly, with a teasing look in her eyes, "I don't know how you can say these words."

Star-Lord smiled indifferently and waved his hand, "You just don't know how to appreciate it. If you ask me, the crispy energy bar with thick cheese sauce is the real delicacy."

Rocket Raccoon sneered and mocked: "Oh, come on, Peter, those energy bars are just for machines. You dare to call yourself a chef? I really admire you."

Drax stroked his belly and laughed: "Anyway, this meal makes me feel like I've received a great reward after a battle! There is no warrior stronger than a well-fed warrior!"

Star-Lord waved his hand lazily and burped for a long time, with a smug smile on his face, "This is the true meaning of life, brothers. There is nothing better than enjoying delicious food, especially when we were just running for our lives."

"I'm Groot." Groot responded softly while sitting on a chair. He patted his round belly gently with his branch-like arms, looking very satisfied.

Rocket looked at his collapsed companions and couldn't help but sneer, "Look at you guys, you really look like a bunch of overfed space pigs. I don't understand why you all become like this every time you eat your fill?"

Star-Lord glanced at him and lazily retorted: "Rocket, stop pretending. I just saw that you also ate a lot. Don't think you are nobler than us."

Rocket rolled his eyes and a sarcastic smile appeared on his lips, "Okay, Peter, I admit that although you are a conceited idiot, at least this meal is worth it."

Gamora stood aside, watching them slump in their chairs in an ungentlemanly manner, and couldn't help shaking her head. She sighed helplessly, "You really have no manners at all."

Drax responded immediately, and said with pride: "Warriors don't need courtesy, warriors need strong power, and food is the source of power!"

The atmosphere in the banquet hall was suddenly filled with relaxation and humor, and everyone was enjoying the comfort of this moment. Although they had just experienced a thrilling space chase, now they seemed to have forgotten everything and were only immersed in this moment of comfort and satisfaction.

Star-Lord raised his head again and looked at everyone with a sly smile on his face, "Okay, guys, I have a suggestion. Now that we are full, shouldn't we consider the next plan? Like finding a fun planet?"

Rocket raised his eyebrows, his face full of teasing, "You better pray that you don't screw up again this time, Peter. Last time your 'good idea' almost got us hunted to the end of the universe by the Sovereign Legion."

Star-Lord shrugged disapprovingly, "Hey, no one can always predict the future, but that's the fun of adventure, isn't it?"

Star-Lord turned to look at S-X45 who had been standing quietly by the side, with his hands on his hips and a confident expression on his face. He seemed very dissatisfied with not getting enough "respect", so he shrugged and muttered: "Hey, S-X45, I just want to ask, who is the person in charge of this battleship? Why doesn't anyone come out to see me, Star-Lord - the pride of the Milano, the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy?"

His tone was full of self-boasting, as if he was expecting others to look at him with admiration.

Rocket Raccoon sneered upon hearing this, his tone full of sarcasm: "Wow, Star-Lord, that's incredible. Do you think people should come out to see you, just to admire your 'greatness'?"

Star-Lord's eyes widened instantly, and he was obviously dissatisfied with Rocket's ridicule. He waved his hands and emphasized, "Hey! I mean, as the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy and their 'important guest', you should at least come out and shake my hand to show your respect!"

Drax heard this and nodded, not sure whether in agreement or sarcasm, and said, "Yes, Rocket. He is indeed our leader. He should be respected, especially after we just had such a big meal."

Gamora watched the fight between the three men in silence and couldn't help covering her face with her hands. It was obvious that she was used to Star-Lord and Drax's self-satisfaction.

"I am Groot." Groot whispered to himself, as if to express that he also had some reservations about Star-Lord's "leadership identity".

Star-Lord rolled his eyes and was about to retort when S-X45's calm voice interrupted their banter: "The name of this battleship is 'Endless Spark', and as for the person in charge, it can be me."

When everyone heard this, they were stunned and showed puzzled expressions. Obviously, they didn't expect S-X45 to be the "person in charge" of this huge battleship. Rocket was the first to react. He immediately seized the opportunity and asked with a frown: "Wait, wait, you mean you are the 'person in charge' of this battleship?"

S-X45 nodded slightly, her tone still calm and elegant: "Yes, the Endless Spark and all the warships of the Umbrella Fleet are controlled by a unified 'Intelligent Brain' system. I am just one of the interfaces of this system."

"Oh, that's so cool!" Rocket's eyes lit up immediately, and he was obviously very interested in this advanced technology. He couldn't wait to learn more about it. "You mean, this warship is completely controlled by AI? Then can you control it directly?"

S-X45 nodded slightly and explained, "Yes, the 'Intelligent Brain' system has highly adaptive control capabilities, capable of analyzing and responding to any combat and mission requirements. As the interface of the 'Intelligent Brain', I am responsible for communicating with humans or other life forms."

Star-Lord narrowed his eyes, looking a little confused. "So, you are actually the brain of this ship, responsible for all decisions? Then humans don't need to control it?"

"Not really." S-X45 replied succinctly, "All operations of this battleship are managed by the 'Intelligent Brain' system, which makes the best choice based on different situations."

When Rocket heard this, he could no longer contain his excitement, his eyes almost lit up, "Wow, this is an amazing system! You are simply the pinnacle of smart technology! I really want to see what the technical architecture behind this is like."

"I am Groot." Groot muttered to himself, as if he also had some interest in this high technology.

However, Star-Lord was still unwilling to admit defeat. He waved his hand and said unwillingly: "No matter what you say, I still think the Milano has more 'personality'. At least I drive it myself, not relying on some intelligent computer system."

Rocket looked at Star-Lord with disdain, "Peter, your 'personality' is probably just about crashing into a few more asteroids during the chase."

Drax couldn't help laughing, patted Star-Lord on the shoulder, and agreed: "Rocket is right, your driving skills really need to be improved."

Gamora sighed helplessly again, her eyes weakly looking back and forth between these guys. She knew that this fighting would never stop.

S-X45 smiled slightly. Facing the group of Guardians of the Galaxy with different personalities, her tone was still calm and elegant, as if she was not affected by their playfulness at all. "Since you mentioned 'personality', then the entertainment function of the Infinite Spark may be able to suit your preferences."

She gently raised her finger and slid it in the air, and a three-dimensional holographic interface popped up instantly. The interface flashed with all kinds of dazzling colors and options, from music, games to simulation experiences, it seemed to have everything. Star-Lord's eyes lit up immediately, and his gaze was firmly attracted by the holographic interface, as if a child saw the toy he had always dreamed of. He couldn't wait to move forward, stretched out his hand and tapped a few times in the air, and said excitedly: "Wow, look here, MP3 player? And classic retro games? Great! This is the battleship I want! S-X45, you really know how to make people happy!"

"Peter, you are always so easily attracted by these antiques." Rocket sneered at the side, looking up at the retro option that Star-Lord clicked on, his face full of disdain, "Songs? Retro games? How funny, you should be a historian."

Star-Lord rolled his eyes, not caring about Rocket's sarcasm. Instead, he triumphantly retorted: "Hey, Rocket, these are not just antiques, they are classics! You will never understand the feeling of listening to 80s rock while racing in space. That's pure freedom, understand?"

"When I beat Nathan Hawke on the rooftop, I had him give me a lot of 80s rock songs. It was so cool!"

Drax seemed a little confused when he heard this, but he still nodded in agreement: "I agree with Peter. Freedom is the greatest power in the universe. And...if these games can allow me to defeat you, then I must try." After that, he subconsciously flexed his muscles.

Rocket couldn't help but laugh when he heard this: "Drax, you don't even know the rules of the game, so don't even try."

"I'm Groot." Groot also muttered quietly, as if agreeing with Rocket's point of view.