I'd Rather Be Confined for Life Than Make a Deal with You!
Thirty days have passed since Beckett was placed in solitary confinement.
Still believing he was right, Beckett continued to live a peaceful life on Q-91, leaving Thanos, who was waiting for him to reflect on his Thanos in the Dark Base, to shake his head and sigh inwardly.
The child has grown up, become more independent, and is harder to manage.
"Lord Thanos, the army has been fully assembled and is ready to depart at any time."
Ebony Maw, Thanos's second-in-command, respectfully offered this reminder.
Time doesn't stop for Beckett alone; Thanos, who had waited for him for thirty days, eventually had his own things to do.
Thanos could not let the education of his son delay the pursuit of his own power. Public affairs are public affairs, and private affairs are private affairs. Thanos has always kept this in mind.
"Oh, by the way, Lord Thanos, that Chitauri is trying to sneak into the execution grounds again with tools to find Beckett."
"This is the sixtieth time in the last thirty days." As Thanos's second-in-command, Ebony Maw was in charge of all matters, big and small, in the Dark Order, and The Other's continuous foolish behavior could not escape his notice.
"The Other, that Chitauri." Thanos, wielding Great Blade, boarded the Thanos and stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the Dark Order base outside, which was growing smaller and smaller. He didn't say anything more.
Beckett's loyalty surprised him.
"Let him do whatever he wants."
Thanos doesn't have much time to deal with The Other right now.
The planet they're trying to save this time is home to a highly advanced magical civilization, so Thanos can't afford to be distracted by his adopted son's affairs.
He now only hopes that when he returns, he will see a Beckett who has learned to reflect on himself.
That would satisfy him.
Meanwhile, at the execution grounds of Q-91 star, inside the Dark Nebula portal, another bird and a beast suffered the wrath of a certain gluttonous king.
A love affair that transcended races hadn't even reached the final step of becoming a couple when it ended up as someone's meal.
"Woz, how many days has it been?"
Having eaten and drunk his fill, Beckett lay naked on a soft fur blanket, gazing up at the Eternity starry sky above.
This is the wonder of Q-91 Dark Luck.
There is no distinction between day and night here; the dazzling starry sky that forever occupies the field of vision can always confuse a person's most basic sense of time.
"You have been in the Dark Nebula for a full thirty days, Your His Highness Beckett."
Woz, who faithfully recorded the time, informed the latter, and then took out a mechanical arm from his abdominal pocket to clean up the remains that Beckett had left behind.
Is it been thirty days yet?
As expected, the loss of the Reality Stone still enraged the father.
Completely out of sync with Thanos, Beckett rolled over and stared at the stone wall so close to him. The confinement of the past few days had gradually made Beckett's mood depressed.
Thirty days is already a record-breaking time.
Before this, he had only been confined by his adoptive father for a maximum of fifteen days. This time, the time was doubled, and it seems that it may be much longer than that.
For the past thirty days, in the vast Q-91 planet, only Woz could keep him company and chat with him.
This feeling made Beckett very uncomfortable, causing him to struggle to complete his daily training schedule.
"Still no news about the Energy Devouring Beast, Woz?"
Beckett, who felt that his father would stop being angry if he retrieved the Reality Stone, repeated the question he had asked himself twenty days ago.
The tracking device on the collar around the Energy Devouring Beast's neck remains missing.
"Not yet, Woz is still searching."
Woz, transformed into the form of Doraemon, sat to the side, his chubby little hands tapping the buttons on the screen, his face showing worry.
It felt guilty for not being able to help Beckett, so guilty that it even lost its appetite for drinking Carter engine oil.
"Search?"
"What are you searching for?"
Hela's voice rang out abruptly. Beckett, who was staring at the stone wall, pursed his lips but showed no intention of turning around.
When Hela's virtual image completely solidified, what she saw was Beckett lying on the blanket with his back to her.
Yes, as always in Beckett's style, shirtless.
Hela rolled her eyes unconsciously.
"None of your business, get lost."
Annoyed, Beckett retorted without hesitation. His familiar tone and words convinced Hela that this Beckett was still the same Beckett she knew.
"Ms. Hela, please stop doing this. Connecting to my communication channel without permission is causing His Highness Beckett a lot of trouble."
Woz stood up, his round face full of seriousness and earnestness, after his communication channel had been hacked yet again.
If he could, Woz really wanted to block her out, but in reality, Hela's power on Asgard was growing every day, and Woz simply couldn't block her out.
"It's just that I need to talk to Beckett about something." Hela shrugged, and the virtual image passed directly through Woz's round body and walked in front of Beckett.
"Let's make a deal."
If you want to develop Asgard's technological warship industry as quickly as possible, trading with Beckett is undoubtedly the most convenient and fastest way.
"I refuse."
Beckett, too lazy to turn around, rejected Hela succinctly before she could even finish Hela.
Now that you're locked up here, who has time to do business with you?
"... I'm serious, I need the core manufacturing technology for warships."
Beckett simply closed his eyes.
He stayed on Q-91.
"I know the whereabouts of the Energy Devouring Beast."
Beckett opened his eyes.
"How about we trade the whereabouts of the Energy Devouring Beast for your Dark Order's warship core manufacturing technology?"
Beckett sat up straight on the blanket, looking directly at Hela who was squatting in front of him, and said, "Deal."
"Take your core technical data with you. I'll be waiting for you in Asgard. Once you arrive, I'll take you to the place where that Energy Devouring Beast appears."
Hela's virtual image slowly disappeared, Beckett chuckled, and his hair instantly turned golden!
Confinement?
It does not exist.
What's the point of confinement? Once he finds the Energy Devouring Beast and makes it spit out the Reality Stone, his adoptive father Thanos will be very happy. At that time, there will be no need for confinement.
Boom!!!
The two bronze doors on Q-91 were instantly blasted away. Beckett, his body shimmering with golden light, stood with the gatekeeper's corpse beneath his feet, breathing in the air of freedom, a slight upturn on his lips, his smile arrogant and unruly.
"His Highness Beckett?"
The Other, who had been trying to sneak into the execution ground to keep Beckett company, stared in disbelief as Beckett escaped, dropping the cup he was using to rinse his mouth.
Asgard, Hela's bedroom.
Hela frowned in thought after hanging up the call, "Speaking of which, why Beckett still in that desolate place?"
She had seen Beckett there thirty days ago.
Will it still be there after thirty days?
Judging from Beckett's appearance, he didn't seem to be on a mission.
"Your Hela, His Majesty requests your presence," a maid announced, knocking on the door.
The Nine Realms, Midgard.
At the foot of a mountain range, Energy Devouring Beast wearing a collar around its neck was running wildly across the snow, pursued relentlessly by several magical creatures from other dimensions.
"Meow!"
I don't know if Chapter 3 crossed a line, maybe because of sensitive religious content... the thing is, I didn't write anything inappropriate... or maybe it was some kind of banned word...
The storm hasn't died down yet, it's really a headache...
These are turbulent times, sigh.
Many of my own comments and posts have disappeared...
The most ridiculous thing is that the section I wrote earlier about requesting leave for emergency repairs was all blocked. It's absolutely brilliant!