"Was that directed at me?"
It seemed it really was directed at her...
No, this sentence is talking about me!
Beckett felt like he had dug a pit for himself, one he couldn't fill.
"This is so troublesome."
As the only one among the four present who had awakened Divinity, Hela had ample reason to look down on these three.
No, two.
The Other was just a follower, not worth counting.
"Speaking of which, why do you have the power of Death Divinity?" Jennifer looked at Hela, puzzled.
She, who had lived for over a thousand years, hadn't condensed Divinity, so why did Hela, a woman whom her teacher had determined to be only in her early twenties, possess Divinity?
"I was born a God."
Her indifferent tone and casual demeanor left Jennifer speechless.
"What? You don't believe me?"
Hela's eyes didn't miss Jennifer's instantly contorted expression.
"My race is the Asgardian from the Nine Realms. Every one of our people carries some amount of divine power from birth."
"The difference lies in whether, as time passes, some can retain and awaken their divine power, while others' divine power completely disappears, rendering them ordinary."
"As the daughter of Odin, the future Heir to the throne of Asgard, my innate talent has always been the highest in Asgardian history."
"A mere Death Divinity, I fully awakened it when I was seven years old."
"Meaning, since I was seven, I have been Asgard's Goddess of Death."
Hela raised her right index finger in front of Jennifer, her proud lips involuntarily curling upwards. She reveled in Jennifer's astonished gaze.
"Asgard's Goddess of Death?"
"Such a weak god."
Hela's face darkened. Without looking back, she swiped at her left side, only to hit empty air.
Beckett had already walked in front of her, and the distance between them was only increasing.
"The weakest god?" Jennifer looked at Hela, confused.
The wielder of Death Divinity was different from all the other Divinity wielders she had met before.
Not as... well, unapproachable?
Or was it because of the man named Beckett as a comparison?
"Shut up."
With a dark expression, Hela walked directly in the opposite direction of Beckett.
She didn't even know why she had been teleported here. She didn't need to awaken Divinity, and besides, she didn't even know that Great Sage Gubo from Knowhere.
But none of that mattered. She could go directly to the owner of Sakaar, The Grandmaster, in Odin's name.
She had already memorized the route on the Soul Stone map. Her father Odin's mission was complete. As for the Collector, Knowhere was gone, so her agreement with the Collector was naturally void.
"Lady Hela, where are you going?"
Woz's curious panel appeared before Hela.
"To find The Grandmaster," Hela replied coldly.
"Then you should follow His Highness Beckett. Woz has already planned the route to the Arena for His Highness Beckett, and The Grandmaster is there."
On the azure screen, Woz, scratching the back of his head with one hand and grinning, made Hela stop in her tracks.
"..."
After taking two deep breaths, Hela turned and walked in the direction Beckett was headed.
[When I get back, I'm getting an AI too!]
[A magical one!]
[Its name will be Beckett!]
[I'll make you call me Princess every day!]
A surge of frustration built up inside her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and Hela's face was as cold as frost.
"His Highness Beckett, look!"
"There are spaceships!"
The Other, holding a scepter, pointed at the increasing number of spaceships in the sky, exclaiming in surprise.
"Greetings, strong individuals of Sakaar. I am the owner of this planet – The Grandmaster."
"I know that many of you have always wanted to leave this planet and return to your homelands."
"I apologize for crushing your hopes before, but now I've decided. I will open up one spot for you to return home."
"In two days, I will be holding the first Sakaar Championship Tournament in the Sakaar Arena."
"Anyone on this planet can participate. All you need to do is register at the entrance of the Arena."
"The champion of this Championship Tournament will not only win a spot to return home, but will also receive a set of divine remains from the birth of the universe, and have their heroic image etched onto the Arena's statue pillars for future generations to admire."
"So come on, warriors of Sakaar! If you're confident in your strength, come and fight!"
"Chase the title of the strongest on Sakaar!"
"That will be the supreme glory belonging to warriors!"
The Grandmaster's image appeared across Sakaar via the spaceship. Those strong individuals who had been exiled to this planet before the Grandmaster's arrival all looked up, gazing at the figure in a golden robe in the sky.
A silver stripe ran from the center of his lower lip to his chin. This unique mark proved his identity as the Grandmaster.
"The first Sakaar Championship Tournament?"
"The reward is divine remains?"
Beckett, on the ground, watched the Grandmaster's image in the sky, which was still repeating its words, his eyes narrowed slightly.
He had just eliminated the Grandmaster's subordinates, and now the Grandmaster was using divine remains to host a competition. He wouldn't believe there was no trickery involved.
"Your Highness Beckett, we..." The Other, holding a scepter, asked for Beckett's opinion.
"Of course, we'll participate."
Since the Grandmaster had guessed his purpose, Beckett saw no need to hide it anymore.
It was just a fight in an arena. Weren't all the opponents just trash stuck on this planet? Beckett felt no pressure at all.
"He guessed our purpose and still dared to offer divine remains as a reward. Things are definitely not as simple as he says."
Jennifer instinctively began to speculate about the confidence of this man, who called himself the Grandmaster, in doing this.
"He himself is a mysterious being who has existed since the universe was born. His confidence comes from his own strength."
Hela, who had heard a mention of The Collector from her father Odin, scoffed and directly pointed out the Grandmaster's source of confidence.
"These two brothers are both oddballs."
"One likes to collect all sorts of strange and peculiar things, while the other is passionate about participating in and designing various game competitions."
"And, this person's reputation for setting odds is not good."
Hela narrowed her eyes, recalling an example Odin had given her when introducing the Grandmaster.
Once, someone had won a bet against the Grandmaster, and then the Grandmaster, who had smilingly handed over the chips, had stabbed him to death.
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