Just as despair settled over the Earth delegation like a suffocating fog, Nebula stepped forward again.
This time, she didn't speak from a distance.
She reached out and grabbed Thanos's hand.
Her blue fingers tightened around his massive gauntlet. Her usually steady face was cracked with something raw—pleading, almost fragile.
"Father," she said, her voice tight, "we don't need to be so cruel. Give them time. Let them gradually submit. That way our rule will last."
The chamber went silent.
Thanos slowly lowered his gaze to her.
His eyes narrowed.
Nebula didn't look away.
She met his stare head-on.
She truly believed she was right. She wasn't defying him for rebellion's sake—she thought she was protecting his future. Protecting their empire.
After a long pause, Thanos asked quietly, "Is this your idea… or did someone put it in your mind?"
His tone wasn't loud, but it carried weight.
For a fleeting moment, he considered the possibility that unseen hands—gods, perhaps—were shifting tactics. If brute force failed, they might try influence. And Nebula, grieving and reflective, could be a weak point.
Nebula frowned, confusion flashing across her face.
"What do you mean?" she said. "Of course it's my own idea. The universe is vast. If we keep killing, sooner or later everyone will unite against us. Then what? Only by making them willingly accept us can we rule for a long time."
There was no hesitation in her voice.
Thanos studied her for another moment.
Then he shook his head slightly.
"I'll take you somewhere."
Before she could ask where, he grasped her arm. With his other hand, he caught Wanda.
Blue light flared.
The chamber vanished.
—
They reappeared in a jungle.
Night cloaked the world. Without light pollution, the sky was breathtaking—countless stars glittering, the moon bright and clear. Above them, enormous warships hung silently, a reminder that they were still on Earth.
But Thanos hadn't brought them to admire the sky.
In the distance, flames licked upward from a small village.
"Watch," he said calmly. "Don't speak."
A group of darker-skinned villagers rushed toward the fire, forming lines. Buckets passed from hand to hand, water splashing against the burning walls.
Their movements were frantic but coordinated.
Some glanced nervously at the alien ships overhead, but they didn't stop.
Gradually, the flames weakened.
A few brave men ran into the smoking house and emerged carrying someone limp between them.
When the rescued person coughed and moved—
Cheers erupted.
Relief spread like warmth through the crowd.
Nebula's eyes brightened.
"Father," she said quietly, unable to hold back, "this is what I mean. When people unite, their strength is limitless. We should harness that."
Wanda watched silently, her gaze flickering between the villagers and Thanos.
Thanos gave a faint smile.
"Keep watching."
Soon, sirens pierced the night.
Fire trucks and ambulances roared in.
Instead of relief, tension crept into the villagers' faces.
Uniformed firefighters jumped down, shouting angrily. The accusation was simple: unauthorized firefighting. No license. False alarm call. Regulations violated.
Fines would follow.
The paramedics stepped out next—not to check the rescued villagers, but to demand appearance fees.
The crowd's gratitude turned to confusion, then anger.
Arguments broke out—until police cars arrived. Blue lights flashing. Authority reasserted.
Silence returned.
One by one, villagers pooled money together.
They paid.
The fire trucks and ambulances left soon after—without examining the building, without treating the injured.
The rescued man still lay where he had been placed.
The unity that had burned so brightly moments ago dissolved. People drifted away, muttering.
The night felt colder.
Nebula stared.
"Why… is this happening?"
Wanda's expression had grown thoughtful, troubled.
Thanos spoke evenly.
"People can change. Even the most perfect system becomes meaningless when those who enforce it rot from within. Once corruption sets in, the foundation decays faster than any external enemy could destroy it."
His words were not angry.
They were matter-of-fact.
The Space Stone flashed again.
—
Daylight.
They now stood in a different place.
Sunlight exposed cracked walls, rusted metal, broken streets. Buildings leaned as if exhausted. Trash collected in corners. Poverty hung in the air like a smell that refused to fade.
Ahead of them, a group of pale, emaciated figures lay sprawled on the ground.
Some stared blankly. Some trembled.
It wasn't immediately clear whether they were resting—or simply too weak to move.
Thanos said nothing.
He simply watched his daughters.
Waiting.
These people moved like broken puppets. Their eyes were dull and unfocused, hands twitching, legs jerking as if their bodies didn't quite belong to them anymore. Some would suddenly burst into hysterical laughter; others collapsed into heart-wrenching sobs. It was less like a neighborhood and more like a scene from a possession movie—except no one was yelling "cut."
A car rolled in slowly, headlights slicing through the gloom.
The people on the ground scrambled up with surprising speed. They clutched crumpled bills in their shaking hands and staggered toward the vehicle like moths to a flame. When the doors opened, several men stepped out, each holding a small test tube as if it were treasure.
Money changed hands. Test tubes changed hands.
Those who received one clutched it to their chests, smiling with fragile, almost childlike joy. Meanwhile, the ones without money stood off to the side, staring with desperate, feverish eyes—envy and madness brewing together into something ugly.
When the car finally drove away, the fragile peace shattered.
The ones who had nothing snapped.
They lunged forward, trying to snatch the test tubes from the others. Screams erupted. Fists flew. Glass shattered. Blood splattered onto the cracked pavement.
Nebula took an instinctive step forward, jaw tightening—but Thanos caught her wrist with effortless strength.
"This is systemic," he said calmly. "It happens every day in this country. How many times do you plan to stop it?"
Nebula's eyes widened in disbelief. "Impossible! Why would they degrade themselves like this? Their future is in their own hands. Why not choose something better?"
Under Thanos's rule, she had seen order—strict, ruthless order, yes—but also discipline. People worked. Crime was crushed. Corruption was nonexistent. When they searched the universe for the Infinity Stones, they dealt only with advanced civilizations, structured societies.
She had never seen the underbelly.
She had never seen what happened when rules collapsed—or when they existed only for the powerful.
Thanos looked at his daughter, realizing she still didn't understand. With a faint sigh, he activated the Space Stone again.
The world shifted.
Now it was night.
The streets were brightly lit, neon signs flashing. Crowds bustled everywhere—laughter, chatter, music drifting through the air. It looked alive. Prosperous. Civilized.
Nebula's earlier tension eased. This felt different. People here were well-dressed. They moved with confidence. Money flowed freely.
See? she thought. This is what stability looks like.
She watched for a while, reassured by the polite exchanges and casual smiles.
Those other places must have been poor, she concluded. Poverty breeds chaos. But here? Here was harmony.
Before that comforting thought could fully settle—
An elephant charged into the crowd.
Screams ripped through the air.
"Run! It's back again!"
"Help—my leg! My leg!"
The massive animal barreled forward, trampling people as if they were nothing more than scattered leaves. Bodies fell. Blood spread. Panic consumed the once-orderly street.
Nebula's fists clenched. She moved again—but Thanos stopped her once more.
The elephant eventually thundered off into the distance, leaving behind a trail of injured civilians groaning on the ground.
No one dared to curse it.
No one dared to protest.
Because the elephant's owner was someone untouchable. Someone powerful.
Looking at the wounded crowd, Nebula's voice trembled with anger. "Father… why didn't you stop it? We could have prevented this."
Her confusion wasn't just about the elephant.
It was about the silence.
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