A Moonlit Romance, Someone Else's Style

Are you sure this will really work?

On Sakaar, Hela sat on the roof of the house arranged for her by the Grandmaster, sipping Carter's unique brew, enjoying the gentle breeze caressing her face, gazing up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, and admiring the enchanting night view.

Unfortunately, Beckett was rather clueless about romance.

Not only did he barge into her place without a word, but he also flew onto the roof and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, holding Ego's photo album in his hand.

"Nausea."

Hela glanced at him indifferently and poured herself a glass of fine wine. It was late at night, and she didn't want to see this disgusting man.

"?"

Beckett frowned and landed directly in front of Hela. He was about to speak when Hela interrupted him.

"Ego will definitely come; he should be on his way here in a fit of rage right now."

As she spoke, Hela subtly distanced herself from Beckett.

She was so close that she could smell the scent of the Nutrient Fluid on Beckett.

"Unless he truly doesn't care about his reputation, but given how Ego constantly talks about 'as a god,' do you really think he wouldn't care?"

With Beckett possessing Ego's film, such a reputation-damaging act was no big deal for Hela.

It couldn't be easier to have Woz cut out each of Ego's short videos from the database and print them into a photo album.

Although this method sounds somewhat despicable, there was absolutely no psychological counseling involved in making this suggestion to Hela.

War is a dirty game, and everyone who plays it is a dirty player.

Because she had awakened the Death Divinity, Hela, who had been taken in by Odin since childhood and had been involved in wars, did not think there was anything wrong with what she was doing.

Those who value their reputation will ruin it. To force Ego, who is hiding somewhere, to come out, this method is undoubtedly the most effective for the two of them at present.

If she had those videos of Laufey now, she would only go even further, perhaps to the point that Laufey might suffer a stroke on the spot.

"My mother once told me that public opinion and ideas are actually a very sharp weapon."

"Especially when you have decisive evidence in your hands."

"If Ego doesn't want to become famous as the first god [symbolizing freedom], he will definitely appear in Saka and stop the release of the second photobook."

Hela glanced at Beckett, and a sense of intellectual superiority welled up within her.

So what if you can fight? You still can't beat me in terms of tactics.

"So you had that miniature video camera that day to record the embarrassing scenes that might happen after my divine possession?"

Hela's hand trembled, and half of the wine spilled.

Beckett chuckled, used Ego's photo album as a cushion, and plopped down on "his" face.

"That's right, that's what I was thinking, but unfortunately, you didn't give me the chance." Having her motives exposed, Hela readily admitted it.

When he spoke of this matter, a look of regret appeared in his eyes.

"So you magicians are all wicked at heart." Beckett thought of Thanos Ebony Maw, who was equally wicked, and sneered.

"My upbringing taught me that this is not dirty, but a necessity for winning the war."

"Logically speaking, your Dark Order has experienced so many wars, how could you not understand?"

Hela also expressed disdain for Beckett.

"Our war won't be like yours, dragging on for so long and still not over."

Beckett took a bottle of wine from Hela, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, opened the cap with one finger, and swallowed the fine wine.

Afterwards, she smacked her lips and said, "It's a little sweet."

"Get out if you're not going to drink!"

Unable to bear it any longer, Hela kicked her.

I've never seen anything so insulting. He just barged in like he was visiting his own backyard, questioned her, and then acted like nothing happened, taking her wine to drink.

So what if you can fight?!

If you push me too far, I'll just swap out Ego's face in the video and then spread that clip throughout the entire universe!

Beckett didn't even move his body, and slapped Hela's "weak and powerless" attack down.

Losing her balance, Hela stumbled and nearly tumbled off the roof.

"You're too weak, you're no match for me." Beckett's contemptuous gaze deeply stung Hela's young, pitiful, and helpless heart.

"I admit I can't beat you right now, but if you're so capable, bring your strength to the same level and fight me!"

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

Enraged, Hela disregarded her manners and was determined to fight.

If we don't hit her soon, she'll really be driven crazy.

"Even if we were on the same level, you wouldn't be a match for me." Beckett finished his drink and stood up to leave.

He was just passing through and came to Hela to confirm whether her plan was effective.

After all, five days had passed, and there was still no sign of Ego.

Are you scared?

Beckett paused, his loose black Battle Suit swaying gently in the breeze.

"You've lost to me twice now."

The first time was on the Bloodstained Plains, the second time on Svartalfheim.

Are you sure you want to do it a third time?

Under the moonlight, Beckett wagged his tail, his right hand tucked behind his back, his left hand outstretched forward, palm up, a haughty smile playing on his lips.

"Shut up, I won't lose this time."

Hela, who had styled her hair into a fighting pose, flicked her hands, and two longswords instantly appeared in her hands. Stepping onto the roof, she charged towards Beckett.

Then Beckett kicked him into the wall next door!

"Vulnerable."

Beckett retracted his right leg, his blond hair flying, his emerald green eyes filled with disdain.

"Again!"

A black blade shot out from the ruins of the house. As Beckett moved, his left hand locked onto Hela's throat, and he slammed her to the ground!

Bang!

The cracks in the earth were spreading, and the houses around the two people, who were getting more and more excited as they fought for some reason, were reduced to ruins.

Jennifer and Zola, who were from the same clan, were talking inside when they heard the commotion. They exchanged a glance and immediately ran out.

What came into view were two figures constantly exchanging blows.

Beckett and Hela.

To be precise, it was a one-sided crushing defeat.

"Weak left hand, poor backhand, unstable lower body..."

Even if I suppress my power to the same level as you, you are still far behind.

"Didn't I tell you this back in Jotunheim?"

Under the moonlight, the man pinned the woman firmly under his foot, bent over, his right arm resting on his thigh, and his left hand extending two fingers towards the Hela, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"You're 20,000 years too early if you want to beat me."

Completely unable to resist, Hela, panting heavily, pounded the ground in frustration, yet was helpless and powerless to refute.

New goal: When she becomes successful and powerful in the future, she will definitely trample Beckett under her feet!

Hela, rubbing her chest in pain, gritted her teeth.

Not far from the two, The Other, holding a scepter, was eating fruit and chatting with Woz, the robot cat who was gulping down a bottle of Saka oil. The two of them were already used to this.

These two always end up fighting every time they meet.

Thanks to [zui Chenxi], [ccbuptct], [no, no, no, no, no], and [our fathers] for their rewards~

Working through torrential rain and typhoons, sigh...

I don't want to try anymore, sob sob.