Spirit of Medicine

In a rigged fighting Championship Tournament, the pre-selected Champion, Beckett, swept aside all his competitors with unparalleled dominance, winning the title with overwhelming force.

It's still one against thirteen.

The figure stood proudly in the air, arms crossed over his chest, his cold eyes looking down at the ruins of the arena below. The arrogant smile on his lips made the audience in the stands, who should have been silent, scream.

"Celebrate!"

"The birth of a king!"

"The great Son of Titan, His Highness His Highness Beckett, the revered Lord of Chitauri Prime!"

"At this moment, he has conquered the unknown Saka!"

"Any tricks are no match for His Highness Beckett's absolute strength!"

"Now! Let us cheer for the king of the Sakaar Arena!!!"

The referee in the commentary box was knocked down by The Other, who was wielding a scepter, and kicked off the stage.

The passionate voice, even more exhilarating than the referee's, energized every audience member who had recovered from their shock. The blond figure, standing proudly in the void, spread his arms wide, a smile playing on his lips, accepting the deafening cheers as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"This guy... really doesn't miss any opportunity to flatter."

Hela, who was sitting in the private room with her legs crossed, stood up and stretched comfortably.

Despite her dismissive tone, Jennifer and Zola saw a smile on her face.

A genuine smile, unlike a professional fake smile.

"Um, Miss Hela, may I ask, was Mr. The Other like this before?"

Despite the harsh realities of society, Zola still can't control her curiosity, which is probably an innate trait of hers.

Especially after Hela said those words in a tone that sounded like nostalgia.

Hearing this, Hela turned to glance at the timid Zola and said, "That guy used to be Beckett's loyal lackey, always celebrating whenever he had a chance."

"The congratulatory speeches are all very similar, and they're getting longer and longer, as if they want to reveal everything that Beckett has ever done."

Thinking of what had happened in Svartalfheim, Hela's tone suddenly became very unfriendly.

Zola, unsure of what she had said wrong, shrank back. She dared not speak, nor did she dare ask.

[However, is it just a subtle maneuver?]

Hela stepped on the shattered glass shards, looked up at the blonde figure in the air, crossed her arms, and curled her lip in disdain:

[This guy is clearly the biggest mastermind behind it all.]

God knows how many light-years away Thanos and Odin haven't even thrown their punches yet, and the Grandmaster has already chickened out so quickly.

The Collector and the Grandmaster, these two unfortunate brothers, truly overturned Hela's understanding of immortal beings.

Shouldn't dignity and face be of paramount importance to beings like these two, who have existed since the birth of the universe?

They might only admit their mistake and soften their stance when they absolutely can't hold on any longer, just like Ego, whose body was convulsing and numb from Thanos cuts.

But these two brothers turned out to be cowards faster than the other.

"Congratulations to the Champion of the first Sakaar Championship Tournament."

The Grandmaster, dressed in a long robe with gold trim, slowly appeared before Beckett, smiling broadly, but appearing exceptionally humble to Hela.

"Your strength surprises me, Beckett."

The prepared award stage slowly appeared. After giving his speech, the Grandmaster raised his hands and gave Beckett the Divine Ribs, which he had decided to use as a prize, to take home and make soup.

Beckett, who was seeing the Grandmaster in person for the first time, squinted his eyes. After the Grandmaster finished reciting the congratulatory words, The Other, who was standing behind him, understood and stepped forward to take the tray containing the divine ribs from the Grandmaster's hands.

"Would you like to see your own heroic figure?"

Thinking of Thanos's sword, the Grandmaster's smile widened, completely ignoring Beckett's rudeness, and pointed his right hand at the stone wall directly in front of the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Champion of the first Sakaar Championship Tournament — Beckett!!!"

The emcee, who had exhausted all his passion, had veins bulging on his forehead and was spitting saliva. The stone wall, which had been hidden by the curtain, was finally unveiled!

Beckett's signature hairstyle, with its sharp lines, perfectly captures the subtle disdain and pride that shines through when the Champion's lips curl upwards.

Like a triumphant king, he stood atop the stone wall, overlooking the entire arena!

"How is it?" The Grandmaster thought he could see surprise or some other emotion, after all, in this universe, when it comes to arranging entertainment activities, he believed he was second to none.

But he was disappointed; Beckett's face showed absolutely no reaction to the statue as he had hoped.

Not at all.

Surprise, astonishment, and none of the emotions the Grandmaster wanted to see were present; Beckett maintained his calm and composed expression.

[This man... he doesn't seem to match what Hela described.]

Beckett had long been prepared for the Grandmaster to go back on his word. After all, based on what Hela had said and the information Woz had been able to find, he wasn't exactly a man of his word...

Beckett was completely baffled, so he gave up thinking about it and started making soup with the ribs.

Then...

"Is this your method?"

Beckett decided to inspect the goods on Sakaar after Hela's "kind" reminder, looked at Jennifer, who had worked so hard to make a living, and his face was ashen.

The deity's pork rib stew, with simple and common ingredients, smells incredibly delicious.

But is there any technical skill involved in this method?

"Of course not, this is just the first step."

Jennifer, looking disheveled, pouted, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't, after all, Beckett had won those ribs back.

He bit his fingertip, and bright blue blood seeped out.

Four exquisite pendants, formed from condensed blood, slowly emitted beams of energy, which intertwined to form a large net that gently enveloped the pot of stewing soup.

"Although I don't know why the Grandmaster changed the finger bone in the trailer to this pork rib, the divinity in this thing is much richer than that in the finger bone."

"So, I decided to try a different approach."

Flicking at her blonde hair that fluttered across her forehead, Jennifer smiled, her hands, which were inscribed with mysterious magic circles, suddenly clasped together, and the ribs of the deity slowly melted away in the blue flames...

"As we agreed, we'll split it in half."

The two marrow fragments whose divinity had been locked away by the blue flames regenerated into two large bones, which fell into the pot.

"Alright, drink a bowl of soup first to let your body get used to the presence of divinity, and then we'll suck out the bone marrow."

The bowl was filled to the brim with rich, fragrant bone broth, and it was incredibly satisfying to eat.

Damn it...

Jennifer gritted her teeth and forced herself to open her eyes.

Despite her preparations, she clearly underestimated the divine rejection of her body.

"Beckett, you—"

Just as Jennifer was about to say that this was normal, she stared in disbelief at Beckett, who had almost finished drinking a large pot of soup.

????

"Hiccup~"

Beckett let out a rare burp.

He was full after drinking only six bowls of soup?

Beckett, who was encountering something like this for the first time, raised an eyebrow and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Snap...

Just as surprised as Jennifer, Hela lost her grip and the miniature screen recording device hidden between her fingers fell to the ground.

"You're actually alright???"

Hela's words made Beckett realize in an instant that she knew about the side effects that would occur during the adjustment period after drinking the soup.

In other words...

Beckett stomped on the miniature recording device, then glanced at Jennifer, who was rolling on the ground.

She! Wants! To! Record! Video!

Record it! His!

"Are you sure you're healthy?" Hela remained unfazed when she was discovered, her hands tucked behind her back, and she took a few small steps back without making a sound.

"Get out!" Beckett's face darkened.