Look at Me, Brat

Sakaar, another peaceful day.

The deafening explosions had long since become a habit for every Sakaar, and they continued eating and drinking as usual, their initial panic completely gone.

"How long do you think Hela can hold out this time?"

The Grandmaster, leaning against the stands, watched the two figures "fighting" in the arena and instinctively felt an urge to start a betting game.

"One minute?"

"Still two minutes?"

"It should take about a minute..."

After spending a few days together, Jennifer's fear of the Grandmaster gradually dissipated.

Moreover, among those present, there was only one person whose status was suitable for speaking with the Grandmaster.

Zola is a slave in the arena, The Other is Beckett's subordinate, and Woz goes without saying, he's just like The Other. Jennifer, who was once the leader of the Gafa rebels, can barely be considered a leader.

"Want to bet something?"

"For example, if you lose, you'll stay on Sakaar and work for me?"

The Grandmaster turned around, and his eager gaze made Jennifer feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"Grandmaster, my teacher once told me about you," Jennifer declined.

Such a capricious and cowardly boss is not what Jennifer wants.

"Ah, I see..." The Grandmaster nodded in understanding, then turned his gaze back to the two who had already decided the winner in the arena, his hands resting on the railing of the stands, his eyes gleaming.

The vast arena was covered in frost.

The [Forgiveness of the Goddess of Death Divinity of death, failed to harm Beckett at all.

"Call..."

Hela landed quietly after a backflip to dissipate the force, her chest heaving rapidly and her breathing noticeably erratic.

That's the end of it.

Beckett's voice followed her like a shadow. Startled, Hela turned around and saw a muscular arm standing in front of her!

[What?!]

[When?!]

A rough hand gripped her throat, and with a powerful force, Hela's body crashed to the ground!

The black bodysuit engraved with mysterious patterns kept rubbing against the cracked ground. Hela, with Beckett's throat locked, was like a rag doll being manipulated at will, letting him drag a long trail on the ground!

Bang!

Dragging her all the way to the end of the arena, Hela's body was slammed against the stone wall by Beckett!

"The thirty-third time, you lost." The energy at his fingertips gathered but did not dissipate. Beckett raised his head, and the same smile that Hela found repulsive still lingered on his lips.

"Tsk." Hela turned her head away; she didn't want to see this man's proud and smug expression.

"As expected of His Highness Beckett!"

"So powerful, the Princess of Asgard was utterly powerless against you!"

In the stands, The Other repeated what he had said thirty-two times before. Beside him, Woz, sitting on a chair with his short legs dangling in the air, was holding an oil drum that was half his height and gulping it down.

"Stop drinking Woz, it's over."

The Other, unable to bear it any longer, poked Woz's belly with his scepter. The robot cat, with lingering grease on its lips, looked up blankly, blinking its big eyes, completely unaware.

"What?"

"I've only just begun?"

"How did it end like that?"

The little robot cat's round face was full of confusion.

Hela, who was limping down from the arena, turned pale upon hearing this and remained silent.

It can't even last the time it takes to drink a whole bucket of engine oil, how embarrassing.

It is known that it takes Hela three minutes to drink a bucket of engine oil. This means that Hela could not even last three minutes in the hands of the evolved His Highness Beckett.

It can even control the robot for three minutes!

Woz felt inexplicably proud, even though it was water from an entire galaxy that Beckett had released, it was still proud.

"Hey, has your plan already failed?"

After finishing his daily warm-up, Beckett leaned against the railing, teasing Woz, who was jumping up and down trying to reach the oil can in his hand, and asked without turning his head.

They've been on Sakaar for fifteen days now, and the entire central region of Sakaar has gotten used to the earthquakes they create every day. Ego hasn't arrived yet.

Even though the second edition of Ego's personal photobook has already been launched and sold out, Ego still hasn't appeared.

"Who knows?"

Hela subtly gave the Grandmaster a look, and the latter understood immediately. He found an excuse to return to the central control center of Sakaar and removed the hidden energy shield that had been surrounding Sakaar.

"Perhaps he's been searching for the entrance to Sakaar?"

Hela, rubbing her wrist, looked up at the sky, and the azure sky brought a smile to her eyes.

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Beckett paused in his actions, frowned, and turned around, but Hela's figure had already faded into the distance.

Where are you going?

"Want to come for a bath?" Hela waved to Beckett without turning her head, but the latter curled his lip in disdain.

What's so great about taking a bath?

"Beckett, you and Ego— " After Hela left, Jennifer, who was sitting on the railing with her tribeswoman Zola, asked Beckett, but he interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"If you tell me to give up this idea, I'll kill you too."

Beckett spoke each word clearly, his intense killing intent causing Jennifer to catch her breath.

"I see."

Jennifer shrugged and jumped off the railing.

"Let's go, Zola."

"Huh? Oh, you're here." A bewildered Zola followed behind Jennifer.

"Beckett."

Before leaving the arena, Jennifer looked up at the azure sky above and spoke.

"What?"

"Don't die. I don't have the teacher's ability to send you away from Sakaar."

"I thought you would tell me to go easy on Ego."

"I have nothing to do with him anymore, ever since he helped King Robin of Gafa." She gently brushed aside the bangs that were fluttering in front of her forehead with her right hand, her wine-red, ear-length short hair shining brightly in the blazing sunlight.

Sakaar control room.

Hela had just finished showering, pushed open the door and sat down in a chair, crossing her legs. "How is it, the Grandmaster? Has Ego arrived yet?"

If the concealment barrier on Sakaar has been removed, Ego should be able to find it soon.

The Grandmaster did not reply.

"The Grandmaster?"

Hela instinctively sensed something was wrong. She raised her hands, and two dark longswords pierced directly at the Grandmaster's figure, whose back was turned to her.

"Have you realized it yet? As expected of daughter of Odin!"

The voice belonging to Ego came, Hela's expression remained unchanged. She cleared a path with her longsword and retreated abruptly!

"It's too late."

A detached voice rang out, and silver tentacles, noticeably thinner than when they were in Gafa, appeared, attempting to entangle Hela's limbs.

"Yeah?"

I don't think so.

Hela shrugged and smashed through the wall of the control room!

Her exquisite figure landed with perfect precision in the arena beneath the control room, amidst a shower of falling stones!

Ego, dressed in a long white robe with silver trim, landed in front of Hela, expressionless.

Look me in the eye!

Hela pouted and combed her hair into a fighting style.

"Confess to me your sins!"