Sorry, Having a Father Really Does Let You Do Whatever You Want

"Are you kidding me!"

"I am God!"

"A god who has existed since the beginning of the universe!"

Ego emerged from the ruins, his face contorted with grime and dust.

What kind of nonsense is this?

A lowly survivor whose race has been wiped out, an Asgardian whose evolutionary time is less than his sleeping time.

The two, who should have been like ants in Ego's eyes, were now standing together, each punching and kicking him until he was powerless to fight back.

"Why?!"

"Why?!"

Ego, covered in dust and dirt, was extremely Mind Stone twisted.

"God?"

Are you worthy?

In Thanos's eyes, people like Ego are nothing more than long-lived targets.

"Times have changed, Ego."

Odin, clad in the Destroyer Armor, sneered and with a flick of his hand, a blast of energy ripped Ego's right arm to shreds!

Ancient beings like Ego, who have existed since the beginning of the universe, are still immersed in their past glories and unable to extricate themselves, unaware that the times have long since eliminated their outdated evolutionary methods.

On Titan, countless pioneering Titans are doing their utmost to research the future of Titan, allowing the already powerful Titan to evolve further towards a perfect form.

In the Nine Realms, fearless warriors carved out the system of the Nine Realms battle after battle. Asgard, built amidst chaos, allowed the Asgardian that was different from many other races in the universe, to grow to its current state.

In countless battles fought with blood and fire, the ancestors of countless races used their own bones to point out a path for their descendants that was comparable to that of the gods, yet beings like the Grandmaster Ego the Collector have never discovered it.

Or rather, their pride led them to ignore the fact that these powerful races were making continuous progress.

The accumulation of countless years has created Odin, the strongest being in the Nine Realms, and also created Thanos, an anomaly from Titan.

Moreover, in the eyes of Thanos and his group, only those old guys who represent the rules of the universe are qualified to bear the title of God. Guys like Ego, the Collector, the Grandmaster are just people who have lived a long time.

In fact, Odin, who is currently in a period of expanding ambition, even dares to challenge those supreme beings with the Armor of Destruction.

And they were able to win the battle.

"Over the years, I have defeated many people and saved many planets."

"How long do you think your true form can remain hidden?"

Compared to the ambitious Odin, Thanos seemed much more peaceful.

Thanos, who has always been committed to maintaining the balance of the universe, has already torn apart countless ancient beings who relied on their seniority to seize resources. He doesn't mind tearing apart another Ego because of Beckett.

Although this might be a little troublesome for him, it's just a little troublesome.

"You?!" Ego's expression changed. With Odin in his Destroyer Armor and Thanos at his peak physical condition, if these two wanted to tear him apart, he really wouldn't have any ability to resist.

"You'd better pray that I don't find your true form."

"Yeah?"

Ego's energy condensed directly into a shield, which he raised high to block Thanos's blade!

Bang!

Amidst the dust and smoke of the ruins of Gafar, Ego, having lost his right arm, was forced back. The force emanating from Thanos's Great Blade numbed his left arm.

Ego tried to escape, only to find that the space around him had been sealed off by Odin, who was poised to strike.

He could only withstand Thanos's blade head-on.

Ego, defiant and dodging Thanos's blade, attempted to escape, only to be slammed back to the ground by Odin's massive hand!

******!!!!

Frustrated, Ego wanted to curse, but his chest hurt, and he couldn't utter a sound.

With one opponent suppressing him in melee and the other in ranged combat, he saw absolutely no hope of escaping.

"Raise your shield, Ego."

Thanos, wielding Great Blade, called out a warning, and the next second, the blade, gleaming with a sharp, cold light, was already slashing down towards Ego's head!

Bang!

Ego was forced to obediently raise the shield that had solidified on his arm.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

One cut after another, and another cut after another.

Thanos swung his sword slowly, but with great force.

With each swing of his sword, Ego's body involuntarily shrunk a little lower.

His left arm went numb from the shock, his body began to collapse, and Ego's pride was shattered by each and every strike.

"No!"

"No!"

"I'll tell you where Beckett is!" Ego roared hysterically.

This body embodies his core power; if it were destroyed, who knows how long it would take him to recover.

"Raise your shield, and hold it firmly."

Thanos's expressionless response sent a chill down Ego.

The blade flashed, and the shield shattered.

The sharp Great Blade cleaved Ego's body in two from top to bottom, the look of panic still lingering on his face!

Silver energy liquid splashed everywhere, and under the golden Flash, Ego, who was trying to preserve the core energy of his clone, had nowhere to hide!

Boom!

The mighty power of the heavens was unfathomable. Igor 'Ego will, which he had poured countless efforts into, manifested in a physical form and died completely in this mixed doubles match. His mournful howl echoed through the sky!

An inexplicable fear lingered in the trembling the Collector's mind.

I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see myself.

I can't see me, I can't see me, I can't see myself.

[...]

The Collector, who had closed his eyes in an attempt to erase his presence, heard no sound for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he was horrified to find Thanos, wielding Great Blade, and Odin, holding a spear, standing right in front of him...

What happened after that, the Grandmaster could not see.

Because the Miniature Communicator that the Collector used for live streaming had lost its signal.

It may have been destroyed, or it may have been for some other reason.

The Grandmaster's expression was very unpleasant.

A hint of fear still lingered in his eyes.

Thanos and Odin were far more protective of their own than he had imagined.

Their abilities far exceeded his expectations.

If they come knocking on our door...

The Grandmaster shuddered.

He didn't want to Thanos in two by Thanos's sword, nor did he want to be pierced through the heart by Odin's spear.

"What did you just say?"

Hela, who had witnessed the entire incident, put away Hela weapon, and her hair, which had been styled in a fighting manner, returned to its original long, black, flowing hair. She looked up and asked.

"..."

Misunderstand!

This is all a fucking misunderstanding!

The Grandmaster smiled amicably at Hela and waved his hand to dispel the energy Hela.

"I would like to invite you, as the Crown Prince of Asgard, to watch the first Sakaar Championship Tournament with me."

The Grandmaster always believed that he could bend and stretch, and that Odin was no big deal.

If you can't beat Odin, just live longer than him, right?

Why doesn't Odin just capture Hela after his life ends?

Thanos, the Eternal Titan, is a bit of a problem, since Titans are known for their long lifespan.

"Give the order to each contestant to receive an Automatic Judging Device and have them take it with them during the competition."

"What, are you trying to pull some strings behind the scenes?"

Hela watched with great interest as the Grandmaster changed the rules.

"No, no, no, how can this be called backroom dealing? I was just trying to prevent any accidents." The Grandmaster waved his hands repeatedly.

A second-generation rich kid with a powerful father—if you can't afford to offend him, you can just send him away.

It's just the skeleton of a god; he can afford to give it away.

It's just losing some ingredients for making soup, no big deal!

The Grandmaster, who told the slaves to take Hela away to rest, had a humble smile.

He also wanted to find a father who would let him do whatever he wanted...