"Celebrate!"
"The great Son of Titan, the new king of Sakaar, His Highness Beckett, who is admired by all!"
"At this very moment, even fallen gods cannot stop His Highness Beckett's advance!"
"This is power that surpasses limits! A new form that surpasses the Super Saiyan! Super Saiyan Second Stage!!!"
The excited The Other, holding a voice amplifier taken from Woz's pocket, stood on a large black box that could transmit his voice to every corner of Sakaar, doing his best to sing Beckett's praises into the ears of every Sakaarian!
He didn't know how to refer to Beckett's newly breakthrough power form, but considering Beckett had previously named his golden-haired form "Super Saiyan Beyond Super Saiyan," The Other took it upon himself to name Beckett's current state Super Saiyan Second Stage.
This way, it not only retained Beckett's favorite title of "Super Saiyan" but also intuitively conveyed the feeling of Beckett's power reaching a new level.
The Other thought this naming method was perfect.
If His Highness Beckett had further breakthroughs in the future, he could continue to use this formula.
For example, "Super Saiyan Third Stage," "Super Saiyan Fourth Stage," and so on.
When His Highness Beckett eventually became a god, he could even call it "Super Saiyan God."
The Other was quite impressed with himself for coming up with such a simple yet domineering naming method.
"Then why not name it after His Highness Beckett's color?"
"Super Saiyan Gold? Isn't that more pleasing to the ear?"
Woz, who had grown up with Beckett, hopped in front of The Other on his short legs, tilting his head to ask.
His grinning appearance was very cute, but The Other found it exceptionally annoying.
As a Beckett fanboy, Woz's behavior was truly unqualified in The Other's eyes.
Just repeating "His Highness Beckett is awesome" over and over; that felt so weak!
He'd said it many times, you need presence!
You need to be like him, don't lose your presence!
And Super Saiyan Gold? What if His Highness Beckett found gold ugly in the future and changed his color?
Red would be Super Saiyan Red, blue would be Super Saiyan Blue?
The Other rolled his eyes, a rare occurrence.
Might as well call it Super Saiyan Rainbow.
"Oh..." Woz blinked his big eyes, thinking The Other made a lot of sense.
"Listen to me, and you won't go wrong!" The Other patted his chest with a resounding thud, the confidence of a number one Beckett fanboy.
"And, Woz, I think you..."
The enthusiastic discussion between the two fanboys nearby caused Hela to silently disperse the bow and arrow in her hand, her eyelids drooping, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
"That guy..."
"Evolved again..."
She was improving, and that man was also improving.
And his progress was faster than hers...
Mother, can I really surpass him?
Recalling his mother's encouragement after returning from Svartalfheim, Hela looked up at the man in the sky who had single-handedly torn through the dark heavens, a trace of wavering arising in her heart.
No, what am I thinking.
Mother said I'm the one with the highest talent!
As long as Asgard continues to develop, I will eventually surpass him!
Definitely.
Her dark hair swayed from side to side, as if shaking off all the melancholy in her heart. Hela's gaze then fell upon Beckett, who had landed, the fighting spirit hidden in her eyes causing Beckett to freeze.
"?"
"Wanna fight?"
His hair, which had just returned to its dark black, was once again dyed golden yellow. The surging energy almost made Hela unable to breathe!
"..."
Get lost!
Get lost for me!!!
Accustomed to being the king and overlord of Asgard without any setbacks, the princess felt very wronged and wanted to go home to complain to her mother, Frigga, and badmouth Beckett in front of her.
Only then could she achieve a different kind of victory.
After all, she couldn't defeat Beckett now; the situation was beyond her control, and she had no way to deal with it.
"Hoo..."
"How could it be..."
"How did you do it?"
Jennifer, still flushed and feeling drained, managed to stand up, her hazy gaze full of curiosity.
She had only taken one sip of the soup, and the diluted divinity in the broth alone had made her feel like she was dying and coming back to life. Yet Beckett had not only taken charge of the entire pot but had also directly swallowed the compressed essence of bone marrow in one gulp.
"It's just that you're too weak."
Seeing that Hela had no intention of making a move, Beckett sneered and deactivated his second-stage state.
"Woz, can you track Ego's energy fluctuations?"
"Ego? What are you going to do?"
Hearing the name of her former beloved, Jennifer, who had collapsed back onto the ground, gasped and looked up sharply.
"Of course, I'm going to make him pay."
Beckett was never a generous person.
Now that his strength had increased, what was so strange about seeking revenge?
Was he supposed to just let Ego live happily?
Then what would be the point of his own improvement?
If Ego were dead, there would be nothing to say about being weaker.
But he hadn't died, so not going to settle the score would be a disservice to the power he gained after his breakthrough.
Beckett had absolute confidence in himself, but Hela preferred to call this confidence arrogance.
In simpler terms, he had gotten too big for his britches, too full of himself.
That's what Hela thought.
"Your Highness Beckett, Woz cannot detect him." Woz, having transformed back into a bracelet, projected a sapphire-blue screen, completely unable to retrieve the signal from Ego's tracker.
"Perhaps you can try another method to find Ego."
Reminded by Beckett, and recalling that Ego should currently be in a weakened state with his core injured, Hela's interest was piqued.
Ego had even attacked her.
Since Beckett was going for revenge, should she also reluctantly lend a hand?
...
Three days later, a photo album of Ego's nude photos, titled "Master of Art," was released. The Grandmaster, whose life motto was to indulge in pleasure, added fuel to the fire by using his fame in the world of food, drink, and entertainment to boost the sales of the photo album.
He also included an advertisement, boasting that the next, even more sensational Ego album would be released at the Sakaar Arena, and to stay tuned.
"I'll f*** you!!!"
Somewhere in the universe, Ego, who was far from isolated, was furious.
In his hands was the photo album, showing him scantily clad, with his alluring hormones subtly revealed...
On the cover, a friend of The Grandmaster and an unknown expert in cosmic relationships commented: "An existence that breaks through universal secular prejudices, proving that men can also display their charming figures in the universe. He is a symbol of freedom..."
Freedom my ass!!!
"The Grandmaster!!!"
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