"What a joke!"
"I, I am a God!"
"A God who has existed since the dawn of the universe!"
Ego emerged from the ruins, his dust-covered face contorted.
What was this?
A lowly survivor whose race was wiped out, an Asgardian whose evolution time was shorter than his own sleep.
Two beings that Ego considered mere ants now stood together, one punching and the other kicking him into a state where he couldn't fight back.
"Why?!"
"Why?!"
Ego's dust-covered mind was severely twisted.
"God?"
"Are you worthy?"
To Thanos, beings like Ego were merely targets who had lived for a long time.
"Times have changed, Ego."
Odin, clad in the Destroyer Armor, sneered. With a flick of his hand, a violent hurricane shattered Ego's right arm!
Ancient beings like Ego, who had existed since the dawn of the universe, were still immersed in past glories, unaware that the times had long ago rendered their outdated evolutionary methods obsolete.
On Titan, countless pioneering Titans exerted their full strength to research the future of their kind, pushing the already formidable Titans further towards their perfect form.
Within the Nine Realms, fearless warriors carved out the Nine Realms' systems through countless battles. Asgard, built amidst chaos, had allowed the Asgardians, compared to the many races in the universe, to grow to their current state.
Through countless struggles of blood and fire, the ancestors of countless races had used their remains to pave a path for their descendants that could rival the Gods. Yet, beings like Ego, the Collector, and the Grandmaster had never discovered it.
Or rather, their pride had led them to ignore the fact that these powerful races were continuously progressing.
The accumulation of endless years had forged the current Odin, the strongest in the Nine Realms, and also Thanos, an anomaly from Titan.
Furthermore, in the eyes of Thanos and his kind, the title of "God" was only deserved by those ancient beings who represented the rules of the universe. Guys like Ego, the Collector, and the Grandmaster were, at best, just long-lived.
Even Odin, whose ambition was currently expanding, felt that with the Destroyer Armor, he could even contend with those supreme beings.
And he could even defeat them.
"Over the years, I've defeated many and saved many planets."
"How long do you think your true form can remain hidden?"
Compared to the ambitious Odin, Thanos appeared much more peaceful.
Having always been dedicated to maintaining cosmic balance, Thanos had long ago torn apart countless ancient beings who relied on their age to hoard resources. He didn't mind tearing apart another Ego for the sake of Beckett.
Although it might be a bit troublesome for him, it was only a minor inconvenience.
"You?!" Ego's expression changed. With Odin in the Destroyer Armor and Thanos at his physical peak, he truly had no ability to resist if these two decided to tear him apart.
"You'd better pray your true form isn't found by me."
"Is that so?"
The energy within Ego condensed into a shield, which he raised high to block the blade-light swung by Thanos!
Bang!
Dust and smoke billowed in the Gafa ruins. Ego, having lost his right arm, staggered backward uncontrollably. The force from Thanos's Great Blade made his left arm go numb.
Ego wanted to escape, but found that the surrounding space had been sealed off by a poised Odin.
He could only face Thanos's blade head-on.
Ego refused to believe it. After dodging Thanos's blade light with a flash, he attempted to flee, only to be slammed back to the ground by a massive palm strike from Odin, who had positioned himself for a follow-up!
******!!!!
Ego, feeling utterly wronged, wanted to curse, but his chest hurt, preventing him from speaking.
This was a situation where one was suppressed in close combat and the other in ranged combat; he saw no hope of escape.
"Raise your shield, Ego."
Thanos, wielding the Great Blade, spoke the reminder. In the next second, the blade, flashing with sharp, cold light, swung down towards Ego's head!
Bang!
Ego was forced to obey, raising the shield condensed on his arm.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
One strike, another strike, and another.
Thanos swung his blade slowly, but with immense power.
With every swing of the blade, Ego's body involuntarily sank lower.
His left arm was numb, his body was starting to collapse, and Ego's pride was being ground to dust with each successive strike.
"No!"
"No!"
"I'll tell you where Beckett is!" Ego roared hysterically.
This was the body that condensed his core strength. If it were destroyed, who knew how long it would take him to recover.
"Raise your shield, hold it steady."
Thanos's expressionless response sent a chill through Ego.
The blade flashed, the shield cracked.
The sharp Great Blade came down from above, cleaving Ego, whose face was still etched with panic, into two halves!
Silver energy liquid splattered. Under the golden lightning, Ego, who had tried to preserve his clone's core energy, was exposed without a place to hide!
Boom!
The immeasurable might of the heavens, Ego's embodiment of will that he had poured countless efforts into, died completely in this combined assault. His shrill wail echoed through the sky!
An inexplicable fear enveloped the trembling Collector.
[Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me]
[Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me]
[...]
The Collector, who had closed his eyes, trying to erase his own existence, heard no sound for a long time. When he opened his eyes, in the next second, he was horrified to find Thanos, holding the Great Blade, and Odin, holding the Spear, standing right in front of him...
...
After that, the Grandmaster couldn't see anything else.
Because the Miniature Communicator the Collector had used for the live broadcast had lost its signal.
It might have been destroyed, or it might have been for other reasons.
The Grandmaster's expression was grim.
A trace of fear still lingered in the depths of his eyes.
Thanos and Odin's protectiveness was far beyond his imagination.
The strength of these two was also far beyond his imagination.
If they were to come looking for him...
The Grandmaster shivered.
He didn't want to be cleaved in half by Thanos, nor did he want to be pierced through by Odin's spear.
"What did you just say?"
Hela, who had also witnessed the entire event, put away her weapon. The hair ornaments that had been styled to resemble fighting stances returned to their original form as ink-black, shoulder-length hair. She looked up and asked.
"..."
Misunderstanding!
This is all a damn misunderstanding!
The Grandmaster smiled friendly at Hela and, with a wave of his hand, dispersed the energy that had been restraining her.
"I want to invite you, as the Crown Prince of Asgard, to watch the first Championship Tournament on Sakaar with me."
The Grandmaster had always believed in his ability to adapt. What was Odin, after all? It wasn't a big deal.
If he couldn't beat Odin, couldn't he just outlive him?
When Odin's lifespan ended, he could just capture Hela then, right?
It was just Thanos, the Eternal Titan, who was a bit troublesome. After all, Titans were also known for their long lives.
"Pass down the order, give every participating contestant an Automatic Judging Device and have them wear it during the match."
"What, you want to rig the game?"
Hela looked at the Grandmaster, who was changing the rules, with great interest.
"No, no, no, how can this be called rigging the game? I'm just preventing any accidents," the Grandmaster waved his hands repeatedly.
He couldn't afford to offend the second generation with a powerful father.
It was just some divine remains; he could afford to get rid of them.
Losing some ingredients for soup, what's the big deal?
The Grandmaster, who had slaves escort Hela away to rest, wore a very humble smile.
He also wished he had a father who would let him do whatever he wanted
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