On the vast planet Sakaar, the booming voice of The Other echoed.
Standing on the edge of a broken cliff, with the black box that amplified his voice a thousandfold beneath his feet and a scepter in his hand, The Other raised his head under the moonlight, chanting a sacred hymn meant only for Beckett.
Beside him, Woz, having finished wiping himself down with a rag, casually tossed the rag aside and plopped down onto a black box he pulled from his belly pocket. He cast a disdainful glance at The Other, who was so excited he seemed to be on the battlefield himself, and tilted his head back, gulping down the remaining machine oil from the can.
"Hic!"
"You're just someone who watches from the sidelines."
Woz let out a satisfied burp and lay down on the black box, happily patting his soft belly.
"What did you say?"
"What right do you have to talk about me, you guy who only knows how to drink machine oil?!"
The Other, having respectfully finished his hymn, kicked over the black box. Woz, unable to dodge, tumbled off and landed flat on his face.
"Ouch!"
The azure robotic cat quickly stood up. As if he'd had too much machine oil, milky white vapor suddenly erupted from his feet, and his round little body shot skyward. His hard, large head slammed directly into The Other's chest!
"Ah, that hurt!"
Woz missed The Other but ended up dizzy and collapsed. His body, which had been lying there snoring with its eyes closed, instantly transformed into a bracelet and flew back to Beckett's wrist.
"Hmm?"
"Are you done playing?"
Beckett, who had just obliterated a non-fully-formed Ego with one hand, raised an eyebrow as he looked at the silver bracelet on his wrist.
"Congratulations, His Highness Beckett, hic!"
Woz's hazy mechanical voice sounded in Beckett's ear.
Is the machine oil on Sakaar that good?
Beckett, who had let Woz roam freely on Sakaar, didn't quite understand. He pondered whether he should ask The Grandmaster to pack some of Sakaar's specialty machine oil for him before they left.
"It was just defeating one of Ego's clones, what's there to congratulate?"
Hela, with her arms crossed over her chest, also arrived at the place where Ego had "perished."
"A clone?"
"I told you, Ego's true form is a planet. Until you find his planetary form, no matter how many clones you kill, he can still revive."
"The only difference is how much energy he wastes on reviving."
Hela pouted. Her black, high-heeled boots scuffed the yellow sand beneath her feet, as if she were treating the grains as Ego himself.
"So, you still can't even beat a single clone?"
"That's because I haven't been serious yet."
Hela, unwilling to lose face, had learned to lie without blushing or even breathing heavily.
The only man in Beckett's age group who was more than a step ahead of her, preserving the last shred of dignity as an Asgardian Princess through words was Hela's remaining stubbornness.
Besides, she would get her chance to turn the tables sooner or later.
They Asgardians grew stronger with age.
Beckett glanced at Hela, offering no comment.
Suddenly, he felt the planet's crust beneath his feet begin to vibrate.
RUMBLE!!!
Countless dense cracks spread rapidly outwards from where Beckett stood. The exploding soil sent Beckett and Hela flying into the air.
In Sakaar's central control room, The Grandmaster, who had stealthily opened his eyes to survey his surroundings and found no immediate danger, stood up. He pulled the dagger from his chest and let out a long sigh of relief, "Finally over—"
BOOM!
The vibrating crust caused The Grandmaster to instinctively cover his head with his hands and flatten himself onto the ground, trembling.
Don't see me, don't see me, don't see me...
Muttering "Don't see me" in his mind, The Grandmaster suddenly felt something was wrong.
Wait, that felt like the prelude to the Star Core losing control.
The Grandmaster, who had invested a great deal of effort into Sakaar, quickly stood up and opened the central console.
"Damn it! The energy aftershocks shattered the Star Core's defenses, and the energy is out of control!"
Having determined the cause, The Grandmaster's pupils contracted sharply. He instinctively pressed the Star Core emergency rescue button, then slumped back into his chair, letting out another sigh of relief.
Thankfully, he had been prudent and prepared for this. The Otherwise, Sakaar would truly be finished, and his years of hard work would have been ruined.
"Hey, what's going on?!"
Jennifer, sensing the anomaly on Sakaar, appeared in the central control room immediately. The Grandmaster, slumped in his chair, waved his hand, signaling Jennifer not to worry.
"It's alright now, this planet won't be destroyed."
However, the person who can destroy planets can no longer stay here.
Thinking of Beckett, the Grandmaster felt a headache coming on.
If he fought, putting aside how strong Beckett himself was, Thanos, who had split Ego in half with a single sword strike, stood behind him.
But if he didn't fight, what if Beckett wanted to stay here for a few more days?
The planetary defense equipment that the Grandmaster had originally prepared for Ego was now proving useful because of Beckett's residual energy waves…
[Speaking of which, Ego is dead now. He shouldn't have any reason to stay on Sakaar anymore, right?]
The Grandmaster, slumped in his chair, fell into thought.
After much deliberation, he felt it would be better to take the initiative, for example, by preparing return spaceships for these two.
The thought of personally preparing spaceships for these two little ancestors made the Grandmaster feel bitter inside.
He'd remember this slight!
Once Odin was dead, he would settle the score with Odin's offspring.
As for Thanos, it was the same.
The Grandmaster was best at outliving all the enemies he feared in the universe.
...
Centaurus Galaxy, Dark Order.
A warship slowly landed, and Thanos, clad in golden armor, emerged from the hatch.
"Welcome back, Lord Thanos."
Because Thanos's sortie this time was a spur-of-the-moment decision, Ebony Maw had not been brought along.
"Update Asgard's data. Change the character to Odin and add the information: Destroyer Armor."
"Yes, Lord Thanos."
Ebony Maw nodded respectfully, watching Thanos's figure gradually disappear into the dark base.
Asgard.
Odin, riding a flying divine horse, slowly descended onto the Bifrost, where his wife Frigga had been waiting for a long time.
"How was it, Odin?"
"Hela is alive. I believe she will soon return to Asgard with the information I desire."
"It's good that she's alive..." Frigga let out a long sigh of relief.
"Don't worry," Odin said with a smile, having taken off the Destroyer Armor. He put his arm around Frigga's waist and walked past Heimdall...
[The Eternals, huh, Thanos...]Odin, chatting and laughing with his wife, cast a subtle glance in the direction of the Centaurus Galaxy.
"Meow!"
Somewhere in the universe, the Energy Devouring Beast, the first to be thrown out of Gafa by Ego, blinked its eyes, landed on all fours, its fur standing on end, and bared its teeth at the strange creature before it...
End of this volume~
Hooray~~~
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