Thirty days had passed since Beckett was confined.
Still believing he was in the right, Beckett continued to live a peaceful life on planet Q-91, causing Thanos, who was waiting for him to reflect in the dark base, to shake his head and sigh in secret.
The child has grown up, his heart has become wild, and he's difficult to manage.
"Lord Thanos, the army has been fully assembled and is ready to depart at any moment."
Ebony Maw, Thanos's second-in-command, reminded him respectfully.
Time would not stop for Beckett alone. Thanos, who had waited thirty days for him, ultimately had his own matters to attend to.
He couldn't let educating his son delay his pursuit of power. Business was business, and personal matters were personal; Thanos had always been clear about this distinction.
"Oh, right, Lord Thanos. That Chitauri person is trying to sneak into the penal colony again with tools, looking for Beckett."
"This is the sixtieth time in these thirty days." Ebony Maw, as Thanos's second-in-command, managed all affairs, big and small, in the Dark Order. The Other's continuous foolish actions naturally could not escape his notice.
"The Other, that Chitauri?" Thanos, holding the Great Blade and boarding the warship, stood by the window, gazing at the shrinking Dark Order base outside. He didn't say much.
Beckett's loyalty as a subordinate had exceeded his expectations.
"Let him make whatever fuss he wants."
Thanos didn't have the time to deal with The Other now.
The planet he was about to save possessed a highly developed magical civilization, and Thanos couldn't afford to be distracted by his adopted son.
He could only hope that when he returned, he would see a Beckett who had learned to reflect on his own.
If that were the case, he would be satisfied.
Meanwhile, on planet Q-91's penal colony, within the Dark Nebula portal, another flying creature and a land beast had met their unfortunate end at the hands of a certain glutton.
A cross-species romance had been reduced to someone's meal before it could reach the final step of flying off together.
"Woz, how many days has it been?"
Full and satisfied, Beckett lay shirtless on a blanket made of soft fur, gazing up at the eternal starry sky above.
This was the wonder of Q-91's Dark Nebula.
There was no distinction between day and night. The brilliant starry sky that always occupied one's vision could always confuse a person's most basic sense of time.
"You have been in the Dark Nebula for a full thirty days, His Highness Beckett."
Woz, who faithfully kept track of time, informed him. As he spoke, he pulled out a mechanical arm from his abdominal pocket to tidy up the remains Beckett had left.
Thirty days?
As expected, the loss of the Reality Stone still made Father very angry.
Beckett, on a completely different wavelength from Thanos, rolled over and gazed at the stone wall just within reach. The confinement of these past few days had gradually made Beckett's mood low.
Thirty days, this was already a record-breaking time.
Before this, the longest he had been confined by his adoptive father was fifteen days. This time, it was doubled, and it looked like it might be even longer.
During these thirty days, on the vast planet Q-91, only Woz could keep him company and chat with him.
This feeling made Beckett very uncomfortable, causing him to barely complete his daily training plan.
"Any news about the Energy Devouring Beast, Woz?"
Beckett, thinking that his father wouldn't be angry anymore if he found the Reality Stone, repeated the question he had asked twenty days ago.
The tracker on the Energy Devouring Beast's collar remained silent.
"Not yet. Woz is still working hard to retrieve it."
Woz, transformed into a robot cat, sat to the side, his chubby little hands constantly tapping the keys on the light screen, a worried expression on his face.
He felt guilty for not being able to help Beckett, so much so that he didn't even feel like drinking Sakaar synthetic machine oil.
"Retrieve?"
"Retrieve what?"
Hela's voice rang out abruptly. Beckett, who was facing the stone wall, pouted but showed no intention of turning around.
When Hela's virtual image fully materialized, she saw Beckett lying on the blanket with his back to her.
Hmm, the usual Beckett style, with his upper body bare.
Hela subconsciously rolled her eyes.
"It's none of your business, scram."
Beckett, in a bad mood, retorted unceremoniously. The familiar tone and content assured Hela that this was still the Beckett she knew.
"Ms. Hela, please stop doing this. Connecting to my communication channel without permission will cause His Highness Beckett a lot of distress."
Woz, whose communication channel had been invaded yet again, stood up, his round face filled with seriousness and earnestness.
If possible, Woz really wanted to block her, but in reality, Hela, whose power grew daily on Asgard, was not someone Woz could block.
"I just have something I need to discuss with Beckett." Hela shrugged, and her virtual image passed directly through Woz's plump body, walking up to Beckett.
"Let's make a deal."
Developing Asgard's technological warship industry at the fastest pace, trading with Beckett was undoubtedly the most convenient and quickest method.
"I refuse."
Beckett couldn't be bothered to turn around. Before Hela could finish speaking, he had already rejected her concisely and clearly.
I'm grounded here, who has time for a trade with you.
"…I'm serious, I need the core manufacturing technology for warships."
Beckett simply closed his eyes.
I've been on planet Q-91—
"I know the whereabouts of the Energy Devouring Beast."
Beckett opened his eyes.
"How about trading the location of the Energy Devouring Beast for your Dark Order's warship core manufacturing technology?"
Beckett sat up straight on the blanket, his eyes fixed on Hela, who was squatting in front of him, and said, "Deal."
"Bring your core technology data. I'll wait for you in Asgard. Once you arrive, I'll take you to where that Energy Devouring Beast is."
Hela's virtual image slowly disappeared. Beckett let out a scoff, his hair instantly turning golden!
Grounded?
Doesn't exist.
Why be grounded? Once I retrieve the Energy Devouring Beast and make it spit out the Reality Stone, my adoptive father Thanos will be very happy. By then, there won't be any grounding.
BOOM!!!
The two bronze doors on planet Q-91 were instantly blasted open. Beckett, radiating golden light, stepped over the corpses of the guards, breathing in the air of freedom, a slight upward curve on his lips, his smile defiant.
"P-Prince Beckett?"
The Other, who had been trying to find a way to sneak into the penal colony to keep Beckett company, stared dumbfounded at Beckett, who had escaped confinement. The cup he was using to rinse his mouth fell to the ground.
Asgard, Hela's Royal Chamber.
Hela, having hung up the communication, frowned in thought: Speaking of which, why is Beckett still in that desolate place?
She had seen Beckett there thirty days ago.
And he was still there after thirty days?
Judging by Beckett's appearance, he didn't look like he was on a mission.
"Your Highness Hela, His Majesty requests your presence," a maid announced after knocking on the door.
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The Nine Realms, Midgard.
Beneath a mountain range, an Energy Devouring Beast, wearing a collar around its neck, galloped desperately across the snow. Behind it, several magical creatures from other dimensions were in hot pursuit.
"Meow!"
Chapter Three seems to have crossed some invisible line. I'm not sure if it's due to sensitive religious content... The thing is, I didn't write anything inappropriate... Or perhaps it's a forbidden word...
The storm hasn't passed yet, this is really troublesome...
It's a tumultuous time, sigh.
Many of my own chapter comments and posts have also disappeared...
The most absurd thing is that my single chapter announcing leave for urgent engineering repairs was also blocked. It's truly a display of ultimate absurdity~
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