My Future Is Mine to Decide

Godslayer, a word that signifies absolute rebellion.

It should have sounded funny, but Jennifer found herself unable to laugh at all.

His face was stained with blood, his tone was calm, and Beckett didn't offer any further explanation or gesture when he said those words.

"What makes you think you can Godslayer?"

Licking her slightly dry lips, Jennifer was even a little afraid to look Beckett in the eye.

She didn't know why either.

Self-abasement?

Or do you think Beckett is just daydreaming?

"I think Ego has already made it very clear that as an outsider, you are destined to be rejected by this universe."

"You can't even unleash your full power, so what makes you think you can Godslayer?"

"Even if you keep improving, are Ego just going to stand still and wait for me to catch up?"

After all her long-planned schemes came to nothing, Jennifer began to despair, and Beckett's declaration of Godslayer sounded extremely jarring to her.

"What Ego said has nothing to do with me."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Jennifer kept pulling at Beckett's fingers that were gripping her collar, looking at Beckett as if she were looking at an idiot.

Beckett's eyes grew increasingly mocking. "By what right does Ego have to predict my fate?"

"I am who I am, and my name is Beckett."

"My future is my own to decide, not his."

Beckett raised his index finger, and the mockery in his eyes made Jennifer bite her red lips, while Hela, who was watching the show from the side, smiled with amusement.

"My father once said that a true strong person will never let the words of others shake their resolve."

"Your father really talks a lot," Hela couldn't help but tease.

"...Do you want to die?" Beckett turned to the side, his cold gaze falling on Hela, whose arms were crossed over her chest.

"Never mind." Hela shrugged, found a stone wall to sit on, crossed her legs, and gestured with interest for Beckett to continue his performance.

"So tell me, what is the method for creating divinity that Gubo spoke of?"

Hela's interruption made Beckett lose interest in continuing, "I won't ask the same question a third time."

Why should I tell you?

Jennifer stubbornly forced herself to meet Beckett's gaze, her demeanor noticeably weaker than before.

"Because you had no choice." Beckett pointed to his head with his left index finger.

"In my mind, there are more than 600 ways to hurt people but not kill them, more than 900 ways to concoct toxins that can cause unbearable pain, and thousands of strange and unusual dissection techniques."

Would you like to give it a try?

Jennifer felt a chill run down her spine from his icy gaze, and her hair stood on end. Her intuition told her that Beckett wasn't joking; he was telling the truth.

"Or."

Beckett pointed to The Other, who had recovered and retrieved the scepter. "Would you like to try being controlled by the Mind Stone?"

Suddenly called upon, The Other looked up at Beckett, then immediately stood up and raised the scepter in his hand. The Mind Stone, embedded at the top of the scepter, gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"The method to gather divinity is—"

"Don't move!"

"Hands up, everyone!"

Jennifer's words were interrupted by a loud, clear voice.

Twenty burly men armed with guns appeared above the giant pit where Beckett and his group were, their silver gun barrels all pointed at Beckett and his companions inside.

"Wow, the quality of this batch of trash seems to be a bit higher."

The burly man at the head of the group pulled on his suspenders, the sound of the leather straps hitting his bronze muscles inexplicably exciting him.

Especially after seeing Hela and Jennifer.

A man with long, dark hair, crossed his long legs, and a playful smile on his lips that seemed to pierce his chest like a sharp arrow.

A blonde with short hair, her eyes were lost and forlorn, her dejected body made him want to comfort her and make her feel fulfilled.

It's been a long time since Sakaar has seen such high-quality "trash." The burly man in overalls ignored Beckett and The Other, his smile widening, "Hey, you two, what kind of trash are you?"

"Ha?"

Upon hearing this, Hela stopped swinging her right leg, a murderous intent flashing in her eyes as if she had been verbally offended.

Do you know who you're talking to?

Hela twirled her longsword, her noble yet chilling aura striking the heart of the burly man in overalls.

"Those thrown into this landfill have only one identity: garbage."

The words had barely left his mouth when a flash of sword light appeared, and the burly man in overalls was decapitated.

The body was dismembered, and blood stained the ground.

"Fire!!"

The death of the burly man in overalls was something none of them had expected. After realizing what had happened, the second-in-command immediately gave the order to attack!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Da da da da da!!!!!

Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!

Various kinds of fire snakes spewed out, instantly engulfing the four people in the giant pit, and smoke and dust that blotted out the sky flew everywhere!

"Second team, go down to scout the situation. First team, send the intelligence log to headquarters and be ready to provide support at any time!"

All the burly men responded by pressing the armor activation buttons on their chests, and the heavy technological armor instantly enveloped their entire bodies like mercury.

"Beep beep beep!!"

Suddenly, the energy sensing device sounded an alarm. Amidst the thick, dusty smoke, a blood-stained figure descended from the sky. The energy gathered in his palms exploded, and a silver-white energy field instantly enveloped the nineteen panicked soldiers, along with the surrounding garbage dump, turning them all to ashes!

"Your His Highness Beckett, they should be the Grandmaster's soldiers."

Woz's panel displays character models for a squad of twenty soldiers.

As the one who reigned supreme in Sakaar and founded the Sakaar Arena, the Grandmaster commanded countless soldiers. They were all scum banished from other planets to Sakaar, yet the Grandmaster had meticulously orchestrated their fates.

"So, this planet is entirely populated by the Grandmaster's people?" Beckett frowned as he landed, completely ignoring the three people behind him who were each erecting energy barriers.

"It's not all His Highness Beckett; some powerful individuals simply have a cooperative relationship with the Grandmaster."

"Moreover, the people who were recruited as soldiers were not very strong in combat. Most of the powerful people who were exiled here were actually put into the Sakaar Arena by the Grandmaster."

The screen flashed, and information about the Sakaar Arena appeared before Beckett's eyes.

"Beckett, Son of Thanos."

Hela, daughter of Odin.

"Jennifer, that immortal disciple of Gaphar."

"Interesting, that old codger actually sent these three people over."

In the arena, the Grandmaster, who had already eaten breakfast, looked at the faces of the characters that the annihilation squad had risked their lives to bring back, compared them with the information in the database, and couldn't help but smile.