"His Highness Beckett."
"Get lost."
"But—"
"Do you want to die?"
Centaurus Galaxy, Planet Q-91.
Beckett, who had landed on this penal planet, walked with a cold expression towards a bronze metal gate that was as tall as three men.
Behind him, The Other, who had stumbled and fallen, gritted his teeth, picked up the scepter, and followed Beckett, crashing through the bronze metal gate that seemed to be purely decorative.
"Your Highness Beckett, I went to Knowhere because of you, so I—"
"Don't do that meaningless self-感动 here. I never said I went to Knowhere for you. Don't flatter yourself."
"But—"
"If you want to follow me in, I won't stop you. However, if you die here, you won't have another chance to be resurrected."
Beckett paused, turned sideways, and glanced at The Other, who was hesitating in place, with the corner of his eye. He let out a cold laugh, and his figure gradually disappeared into the dark nebula-like portal behind the bronze gate.
"Your Highness Beckett!"
Despite his fear, The Other took his first step towards the dark nebula entrance with determination, only to be blasted away by several energy rays in the next second!
"What?!"
"Chitauri, leave Q-91. Do not approach the dark nebula again."
After Beckett stepped into the dark nebula portal, the guards who had been hidden in the shadows and guarding the penal planet's gate finally appeared.
The Other clenched the scepter in his hand and ultimately chose to give up.
Thanos's order did not include letting The Other enter to receive punishment together.
"Boring."
Inside the dark nebula, Beckett, who had appeared in the true penal ground, instantly completed his Super Saiyan transformation, and surging power burned fiercely within him.
"Father, I will prove it to you, my strength." Beckett, who did not agree with his punishment, muttered. Facing the sky-filled lightning and hurricanes, he remained unfazed and swung his right fist towards the sky of Planet Q-91!
Fists could tear through the starry sky, and feet could crush the earth.
The figure, shimmering with golden aura, was particularly conspicuous in the otherwise empty penal ground.
Thanos, who had witnessed Beckett's performance, stood with his hands behind his back, his expressionless.
[As expected, is it because I haven't criticized you in a long time?]
[As a qualified king, arrogance and prejudice are unacceptable, Beckett.]
Thanos, after a long period of contemplation, sighed inwardly, turned his head to gaze at the empty throne, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
He had thought that Beckett's growth had always been under his control, but now it seemed...
[In Beckett's own words, he is still twenty thousand years too early...]
Thanos, who had raised Beckett since he was young and regarded him as his successor in his career, suddenly felt the burden on his shoulders grow heavier.
He could only hope that the confinement on Planet Q-91 would help him understand where he had gone wrong.
Dismissing the light screen and ending his observation, Thanos walked out of the Dark Order base, stood on the desolate ground, and looked up at the starry sky, contemplating how to arrange his adoptive son, whose personality seemed to have gone astray.
As his successor, this kind of personality would not do.
"Your Highness Beckett, a life energy reaction has been detected ahead, coordinates 1024.91."
On Planet Q-91, Beckett, whose power had long been strong enough to ignore the so-called punishment and even counterattack, appeared before a lizard dragon so enormous it could blot out the sky, following Woz's map.
"It's been a while since I've eaten." Looking at the delicacy he had eaten as a child, Beckett flicked his finger. The lizard dragon, furious at being disturbed from its rest, instantly collapsed and could no longer move.
Beckett, who treated his presence here as a vacation to relax, contentedly began to barbecue.
"Woz, can you still track the whereabouts of the Reality Stone?"
After carefully analyzing the situation, Beckett believed that the reason for his adoptive father Thanos's anger was likely that he had lost the Reality Stone.
"I remember, didn't that Energy Devouring Beast have a tracking collar around its neck before Ego threw it out of Knowhere?"
As he grilled the lizard dragon meat to a golden brown and sniffed its tantalizing aroma, Beckett took a bite.
Juicy meat splattered, and as Beckett chewed the dragon meat, another familiar figure suddenly appeared before him before he could receive a response from Woz.
"Beckett?"
"Are you living like a primitive here?"
Hela, who had re-oiled her hair, carefully observed the desolate scenery around Beckett and then looked at Beckett's appearance as he ate meat with gusto, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
"Woz?"
Beckett stopped chewing and asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Your Highness Beckett, Woz has long since blocked Ms. Hela's magical communication channel."
While Beckett ate, Woz, who was "drinking soup" with an oil barrel beside him, also seemed incredulous at Hela's image.
"My mother said my power would grow stronger with Asgard's growth."
"Coincidentally, Asgard, under the leadership of my father Odin, had just won the war against Vanaheim."
Hela's virtual image simply walked directly opposite Beckett and sat down.
"Getting stronger without earning it, whatever you say."
Since he couldn't block it, Beckett couldn't be bothered to have Woz do it anymore.
Given Hela's strength, which grew stronger day by day, Woz couldn't block it all.
He was bored being alone in this place anyway.
He didn't just tell me to get lost?
Beckett's "compromise" made Hela raise an eyebrow in surprise. She had been prepared for him to lash out with insults and then mock him for being unable to block her.
But Beckett didn't take the bait at all.
This left Hela feeling a bit frustrated, like punching cotton – it was impossible to exert any force.
"Your Highness Beckett, Woz cannot track the signal from the tracker on the Energy Devouring Beast collar."
Not forgetting Beckett's orders, Woz interrupted Hela after searching with all his might.
"You now—"
Hela's virtual image vanished instantly. Listening to Woz's report, Beckett pouted and took a fierce bite of the dragon meat in his hand, which exuded a captivating fragrance.
Asgard, Hela's Palace.
"Father, is there something you need?" Hela, having dismissed the communication magic, respectfully bowed to Odin, who had entered her room.
"It's time to depart, child."
"Yes, Father."
Hela nodded in agreement.
Although the Vormir map she had obtained from The Collector was snatched away by Knowhere King Robin, the Asgardian Princess, with her excellent memory, had already completely recorded the routes on the map.
And now, since she had returned to Asgard, Odin, who didn't trust anyone else to retrieve it, would personally take Hela, who knew the map, to Vormir to retrieve the Soul Stone hidden there.
"Who were you just talking to, Hela?" Odin asked doubtfully, turning back before leaving.
"No, I wasn't," Hela denied.
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