Boiling Bones into Soup

The Grandmaster Venerable, or "Grandmaster".

One of the advanced life forms that existed since the beginning of the universe, and the Collector, who is also an advanced life form, is his brother.

However, unlike the Collector who are keen on collecting all sorts of mysterious items, the Grandmaster's pleasure lies in gathering the strongest beings in the universe and bringing them into the arena to watch their brutal battles.

He was a gambler and also the mastermind behind the scenes manipulating the arena's big game.

This is one of the reasons why he occupied Sakaar.

Those exiled to this place were all ruthless individuals, and the brutal battles among them truly satisfied the Grandmaster.

The exhilarating sensation of each punch landing on the flesh was irresistible to the Grandmaster.

"Beckett, Hela."

"Interesting, absolutely very interesting."

The more the Grandmaster looked at the materials, the brighter his eyes became, and the more excited he became.

These two have made quite a name for themselves.

"He single-handedly destroyed N52 Planet and U40 Planet, and nearly destroyed Son of Thanos of Svartalfheim."

"Daughter of Odin fought in the wars of the Nine Realms and slaughtered countless people."

The Grandmaster could already imagine what a visual feast these two would bring him.

This is a blood-soaked feast, destined to capture everyone's attention.

The prerequisite is that both of them can enter the arena.

Thinking about the most crucial part, the Grandmaster finally snapped out of his near-climax of pleasure and fell into deep thought.

Are they going to forcibly kidnap them?

It's not impossible; even the Grandmaster could do it. After all, these are just two juniors, and it would be no challenge for him at all.

However, if he does that, he might not be able to appreciate the full potential of these two actors. What if they just slack off in their performance?

He didn't have any leverage over either of them.

"No, that's not right. These people were all sent here by that old man. There must be some purpose behind it." The Grandmaster didn't believe that the man on Knowhere who was cursed by death sent Beckett and his group to Saka just for sightseeing.

"Why... why is this happening..." The Grandmaster kept tapping his chin with his right hand, muttering to himself. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned around and drew a list of his storage rooms.

He rummaged around and found the hand bones and various skull images that he had carelessly tossed aside.

"That's right. Given that old man's personality, the only thing on Sakaar that could attract him is probably these remains of gods."

"That's why he sent his disciple over as well."

The Grandmaster squinted, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

In other words, if he were to hold a fighting tournament and offer the remains of a god as the Champion's prize...

Furthermore, he could open another betting pool, setting odds for the outcome of each player's match...

Having managed to satisfy both of his remaining hobbies at once, the Grandmaster became increasingly excited and began to arrange the format of the first fighting tournament.

To better motivate participants, he could also set up a Hall of Fame in the arena, where Champion wins the fighting tournament can have their portrait displayed on the Hall of Fame for future generations to admire.

"Yes, yes, that's it..."

With his thoughts flowing freely, the Grandmaster licked his lips and continued to refine the rules of the first Sakaar Fighting Championship.

Of course, after writing it down, the Grandmaster didn't forget to add a sentence at the very bottom of the rules: The final interpretation of these rules belongs to the arena.

Just in case, he wouldn't just give away the remains of a god so easily.

He still needs to save it for making soup.

These bones make a really delicious soup.

"The way to make you possess divinity is to boil the bones of gods into soup."

The junkyard, now razed to the ground, had its energy barrier removed Jennifer saw Beckett looking over, pouted, and then picked up where she left off after being interrupted.

"Making... soup...?"

Such a novel method aroused Beckett's subconscious suspicion.

Is Jennifer just giving herself the runaround?

"The Other".

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett!"

Upon hearing this, The Other, whose legs were weak and trembling as he removed his energy barrier, immediately stood up straight, pointing his scepter at Jennifer expression was somewhat unnatural.

"Everything I said is true."

Jennifer's face darkened further.

She doesn't want to be controlled.

"You are someone rejected by this universe, and it is almost impossible for you to create divinity from nothing."

"Even if you have reached the point of condensing divinity, the existing rules of the universe cannot allow an outsider like you to disrupt the balance between them."

"At this point, you need cover."

"And this cover is the divinity that remains on the remains of those gods."

"Use a special cooking method to boil the divinity on those bones into a soup along with the bones and drink it, and lock that divinity into your body."

"When you are about to begin to condense your divinity, seize the moment when you are successful in condensing it. At the moment when your divinity is about to take shape, release the skeletal divinity that was locked in your body beforehand to deceive the rules of the universe and get away with it."

"By the time the power of the rules detects the presence of divinity representing an external force in the universe, it is already too late."

"What's done is done. Once divinity is solidified, it can never be broken apart, unless you die."

"Therefore, once divinity is successfully condensed, you will feel the malice from this universe, because in principle, the rules of the universe do not allow you, an outsider, to break them."

"In other words, if you don't condense divinity, you might live a relatively peaceful life. But once you successfully condense it, the rules of the entire universe will target you at every breakthrough point as you strengthen your divinity until you become a complete god."

"If you can withstand those attacks, you can gradually rewrite the rules of the universe; but if you can't, you will die."

"In other words, your future opponent will be the universe."

Fearing being controlled, Jennifer blurted out everything her teacher, Gubo, had told her.

What are the special cooking methods?

"I can't say it now, and don't even think about controlling me. My teacher has already protected that part of my memory with the power of the Power Stone. Once you use the Mind Stone, the part of the stone's power that's left in my body will automatically erase the memory."

As the Great Sage of Gafa, Gubo had already arranged everything clearly.

Although he chose Beckett as the third person, he still preferred to place his hopes on his disciple whom he had been teaching for thousands of years.

"Once we obtain the remains of the god, we'll each have half, and then I'll naturally tell you the method."

"What do you need the skeleton for?" Beckett frowned.

"Didn't you say that I decide my own future?" Jennifer met Beckett's gaze without flinching.

"..."