Beckett in Solitary Confinement, Odin Heads to Vormir

"Your His Highness Beckett."

"Get out of here."

"But--"

Do you want to die?

The Centaurus Galaxy, star Q-91.

Beckett landed on this execution ground with a cold face and strode towards the bronze metal gate that was at least three people tall.

Behind him, The Other, who stumbled and fell, gritted his teeth, picked up the scepter, and followed Beckett into the bronze metal door that looked like a mere decoration.

"Your His Highness Beckett, you went to Gafa because of me, so I—"

"Don't indulge in meaningless self-pity here. I never said I went to Gafa for your sake. Don't try to glorify yourself."

"But--"

"I won't stop you if you want to come in, but if you die here, you won't have a chance to be resurrected."

Beckett paused, turned to the side, glanced at The Other who was hesitating in place out of the corner of his eye, sneered, and his figure gradually disappeared into the dark Nebula -shaped portal behind the bronze door.

"Your His Highness Beckett!"

Despite his fear, The Other resolutely took his first step toward the entrance to the Dark Nebula, only to be blasted away by several energy rays in the next second!

"What?!"

"Chitauri, leave Q-91 and do not approach the Dark Nebula again."

After Beckett stepped into the Dark Nebula portal, the guards who had been hiding in the shadows and holding the gates to the execution ground finally appeared.

The Other gripped the scepter tightly, but ultimately chose to give it up.

Thanos's orders did not include the Others in the punishment.

"Boring."

Inside the Dark Nebula, Beckett, who had appeared at the actual execution ground, instantly transformed into Super Saiyan, with surging power burning fiercely within him.

"Father, I will prove to you my strength." Beckett murmured, not accepting his punishment. Facing the raging thunder and hurricane, he remained unfazed and swung his right fist towards the sky of Q-91!

A fist can tear the starry sky, a foot can shatter the earth.

The figure, shimmering with golden flames, stood out conspicuously in the otherwise deserted execution ground.

Thanos, who had been watching Beckett's performance, stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless.

Is it because I haven't criticized you in a long time?

[For a true king, arrogance and prejudice are unacceptable, Beckett.]

After a long silence, Thanos sighed inwardly, turned back to gaze at the empty throne, his expression complex.

He had always thought he had Beckett's development under his control, but now it seems...

In Beckett's own words, he's still 20,000 years too early...

Thanos, who had long regarded Beckett, whom he had raised from childhood, as his successor, suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders had become much heavier.

He could only hope that his confinement on Q-91 would help him understand where he had gone wrong.

Thanos dispelled the light screen, ending his Thanos, and walked out of the Dark Order base. He stood on the desolate ground, looking up at the starry sky, pondering what to do next with his adopted son, whose personality seemed to have gone astray.

This kind of personality won't do as his successor.

"Your His Highness Beckett, a life energy reaction has been detected ahead, coordinates 1024.91."

On Q-91, Beckett, whose power was already strong enough to ignore the so-called punishment and even launch a counterattack, appeared in front of a lizard dragon so huge that it could blot out the sky, following Woz's map.

"It's been so long since I've had this." Looking at the delicious food he used to eat when he was a child, Beckett flicked his finger, and the lizard dragon, which was furious because its rest had been disturbed, instantly collapsed to the ground and could no longer move.

Beckett thought he was just there for a relaxing vacation, ate his barbecue with a clear conscience.

"Woz, are you still able to track down the Reality Stone?"

After carefully analyzing the situation, Beckett concluded that the reason his adoptive father Thanos was angry with him was because he had lost the Reality Stone.

"I remember that before Ego threw that Energy Devouring Beast out of Garfa, it should still have a tracking collar around its neck, right?"

Roast the lizard dragon meat until golden brown, and smelling its tempting aroma, Beckett took a bite.

The tempting juices splattered Barry, and Beckett, who was chewing on dragon meat, had not yet received a response from Woz when another familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Beckett?"

Are you living like a caveman somewhere?

Hela, having re-treated her hair with Hela, carefully observed the desolate scenery surrounding Beckett. Then, glancing at Beckett's hearty eating of meat, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Woz?"

Beckett stopped chewing and raised an eyebrow as he asked.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz has already blocked Lady Hela's magical communication channels."

While Beckett ate meat, Woz, who was sitting on the side drinking soup while holding an oil drum, was also clearly incredulous when he saw Hela's image.

"My mother said that my power would grow stronger as Asgard grows."

"Coincidentally, Asgard, under the leadership of my father Odin, won the war against Vanaheim."

Hela's virtual image simply walked over and sat down directly opposite Beckett.

"Get stronger without working? Whatever."

Since it couldn't be blocked, Beckett didn't bother having Woz do it again.

Woz simply couldn't keep up with Hela's growing strength day by day.

Anyway, he was bored being alone in this place.

[He didn't just tell me to get lost?]

Beckett's "compromise" surprised Hela, who raised an eyebrow in astonishment. She had been prepared to be verbally abused and then thoroughly mocked for his inability to hide himself.

Beckett simply didn't respond.

This made Hela feel a little uncomfortable, like punching cotton, unable to exert any force at all.

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz is unable to track the tracker signal on the Energy Devouring Beast collar."

Woz, mindful of Beckett's orders, interrupted Hela after exhausting his search.

"You now—"

Hela's virtual image vanished instantly. Beckett, listening to Woz's report, curled his lip and took a big bite of the dragon meat in his hand that emitted a captivating fragrance.

Asgard, Hela's Palace.

"Father, is there anything I can do for you?" Hela, having dispelled the communication magic, bowed respectfully to Odin as he entered her room.

"It's time to go, child."

"Yes, Father."

Hela nodded in agreement.

Although the map of Vormir that she obtained from the collector was taken away by King Robin of Gafar, the Asgardian princess with her exceptional memory had already memorized the entire route on the map.

Now that she has returned to Asgard, Odin, who is not comfortable with others retrieving the Soul Stone, will naturally take Hela, who knows the map, to Vormir to retrieve the Soul Stone hidden there.

"Who were you talking to just now, Hela?" Odin asked, turning back with a puzzled look before leaving.

"No, no." Hela denied it outright.

Only one update today, last day of overtime~

Starting tomorrow, I'll have nothing to do and won't be able to stay up late until the end of the month!