"Day 116 Summary: Today I encountered a small formation consisting of three magic assassins, two tech warriors, and thirty cyborgs."
"Judging from the insignia on their uniforms, these people should be members of the 66th Column of the Seventh Legion under my father's command."
"They wanted to kill me, and they almost succeeded. The poison-soaked dagger almost pierced my heart. But in the end, I won. I had the last laugh, and they all died."
"But now, I have a problem."
"The amount of nutrient solution I prepared in advance is not enough. I must find a way to get some out of the tightly guarded nutrient tank. Otherwise, the healing speed of some of my body wounds will be slower, which will be very disadvantageous for the upcoming battle."
"Also, in today's battle, I discovered some of my shortcomings..."
Night falls, the dark temple, the domain of Thanos.
Sitting at the gate of the temple base, Beckett bit the tip of his pen and tried his best to use the vocabulary in his mind to compose today's bedtime diary.
This one-year assessment began when he blasted a wave of energy at the black dwarf, and 116 days have passed so far.
During these 116 days, young Beckett saw all kinds of magical people in the universe, and was shocked by all kinds of strange technological weapons. His body, which was white and clean without a single scar before the test, is now covered with scars, and his temperament has changed drastically compared to before the test.
Although his face was still young, his cold and murderous temperament made it easy for people to ignore Beckett's age. This was a medal of honor that only experienced warriors could have, but unlike those people, Beckett's hands were stained with the blood of his own people.
Thanos, who was determined to use his men's lives to build his son's mentality, directly sent some of his own death squad soldiers to Ebony Maw, a total of 1,024 death squads and a 3,000-man cyborg brigade.
Now 116 days have passed, and 404 soldiers and 520 cyborg warriors have died at Beckett's hands.
"Ebony Maw is such a smart person, he must have calculated the amount of nutrient solution I use every day. He should have noticed it. So he must have set an ambush next to the nutrient tank. Maybe the big fool Black Dwarf is lying in ambush there."
Turning the special laser pen in his hand, Beckett, with one hand on his chin, tried hard to think about what he should do next. Because it was an assessment, Beckett would have a time to rest, think and summarize every night.
During this period, there is an 80% chance that Beckett is safe, and a 20% chance that he will be attacked. In the words of Ebony Maw, as a warrior, you must develop the good habit of paying attention to safety even when you are resting.
In order to develop this habit, Beckett paid the price of a scar that almost went through his waist. It was the scar that Ebony Maw personally left on his body on the second day of the assessment. Even with the help of nutrient solution, it took Beckett a full ten days to heal.
Beckett remembered that day very clearly; it was the first time he felt pain that was almost heart-wrenching.
On the second page of this small notebook I always carry with me, it is clearly written in black and white
The second day of the test, the weather was fine. Ebony Maw stabbed me in the waist tonight, and said that it was because I was not vigilant enough that he had the opportunity to attack. He stabbed me very deep, and I almost died.
It's not just Ebonymaw.
On the twelfth, thirteenth and sixty-second days of the assessment, there was Black Dwarf, who gave Beckett three axes on his limbs respectively; on the sixth, thirty-seventh and seventy-third days of the assessment, there was Proxima Midnight, who left three knives and six holes on Beckett's body; and there was even Corvus Glaive, who almost killed Beckett with a spear several times.
Under the test of life and death, Beckett gradually abandoned all kinds of unnecessary actions that he might make in battle, and tried to make his fighting style more reasonable;
When faced with the elusive death squads and cyborgs, he learned how to deal with mysterious magic and also learned how to disassemble the cyborgs' parts to arm himself with the technological weapons he needed. These were the "rewards" Beckett received in these short 116 days.
Of course, all the names that had left scars on him were included in the little blue notebook in Beckett's hand.
After using the special laser pen to record today's revenge, Beckett put away his notebook and decided to go to the nutrient warehouse to test the wind and see how many troops Ebony Maw, a hopelessly evil man, had stationed there.
"How much nutrient solution is left in Beckett's hand?"
Above the temple, Thanos, sitting on the floating throne, showed a gratified smile that only an old father could show on his face as he watched his son flexibly use various skills to break through the numerous obstacles set by Ebony Maw.
His painstaking training was not in vain, Beckett performed like a real warrior.
"According to my calculations, there should only be about half a month's supply left." Ebony Maw, who had been shrewd for most of his life, was quite accurate in this calculation. Knowing that Beckett would definitely steal the nutrient solution, he had arranged for Black Dwarf to lead all the remaining death squads and cyborgs to ambush around the nutrient warehouse, waiting for Beckett to fall into his trap.
This time, he wanted to perfectly demonstrate his magical skills in front of Thanos. He wanted to let Thanos see Beckett being forced into a desperate situation between life and death, and to let Beckett leave safely with his seriously injured body to recover.
It's a rare opportunity for Thanos to take the time to come back, so Ebony Maw naturally has to demonstrate his ability to control the situation in front of him so that Thanos can transfer him out as soon as possible.
Although only 116 days had passed, Ebony Maw, who had been staying in the temple every day, racking his brains to find ways to force Beckett to grow up, had already begun to feel impatient, but he just didn't dare to show it.
As the head of the Second Legion, his journey should be to the magnificent sea of stars, not to be a dedicated nanny here and play house with a seven-year-old child.
"It seems that you are very confident in your plan." Thanos withdrew his gaze from his son and glanced at Ebony Maw, with a calm tone that carried a hint of elusive meaning.
"Do you know why I suddenly came back today?" As if remembering something interesting, Thanos raised his head and looked at the full moon hanging high in the night sky of the temple.
The cold moonlight is the planet's way of expressing its love to all life in the universe, lighting their way home.
"Today's moon looks very round."