Unconventional Space Jump

"Welcome back, His Highness Beckett."

When Beckett returned to the flagship after concluding his campaign on Karma Planet, the Artificial Intelligence Woz spoke at the appropriate moment.

"The report on Karma Planet is being generated automatically. Please wait a moment."

"The report has been completed. Would you like to review it?"

"No. Send it directly to Father." Standing before the window, Beckett looked down at the corpse-strewn Karma Planet below the flagship and gave the order.

"Transmitting data..."

"Data transmission complete. His Highness Beckett, congratulations on completing your first independent battle commanding the Chitauri army." The mechanical voice offered its congratulations without the slightest emotional fluctuation, yet there was not a trace of joy on Beckett's face.

Weak.

That was Beckett's first impression of Karma Planet, and his last. Based on the information Ebony Maw had provided, the inhabitants of Karma Planet were supposed to be a valiant, battle-hardened race. Yet in actual combat, they had proven so pathetically weak that Beckett was greatly disappointed.

"Prepare to return." The crisis on this planet had been resolved, so there was no reason for Beckett to remain. He would rather spend the time training in the training room.

"Yes, His Highness Beckett."

As soon as Woz finished speaking, an azure holographic screen appeared before Beckett. After confirming the return route, Beckett turned and returned to his seat.

As the Chitauri soldiers who had fought alongside Beckett on Karma Planet gradually withdrew, the massive interstellar fleet departed beneath the hateful gazes of the surviving Karma Planet inhabitants.

"His Highness Beckett, are we really just leaving like this?" On the flagship, The Other stood beside Beckett and watched Karma Planet grow increasingly distant, still unable to let go of his concern over its resources.

In his view, this planet's resources might have become scarce for the inhabitants of Karma Planet, but there still had to be some left. Wasn't it too wasteful to abandon them just like that?

Although the Chitauri had already been incorporated by Thanos and joined the ranks of the Dark Order, allowing them to live comfortably on fixed resource allocations, The Other clearly had not fully adjusted his mindset. The moment he saw usable resources, he could not bring himself to leave.

There was no helping it. The Chitauri had been poor for too long.

Or rather, The Other had been poor for too long.

"Are you questioning my decision?" Without even looking at The Other, Beckett kept his gaze fixed on the magnificent cosmos beyond the window. His stern face was reflected in the transparent material, and that simple question made The Other instantly lower his head in terror behind him!

"No, absolutely not. I would never question you, His Highness Beckett!"

There was a hint of panic in The Other's voice. With his head lowered, he did not dare look at Beckett beside him again, and all he wanted to do was slap himself twice.

He felt that three months of comfortable living had made him too full of himself, causing him to forget every rule of conduct he had once set for himself.

Everything His Highness Beckett said was correct. Everything His Highness Beckett did was right. In all matters, follow His Highness Beckett's orders.

And yet only three months had passed...

No, he absolutely could not get carried away!

The Other, who held himself to extremely high standards, sounded an alarm for himself in his heart. If he wanted to lead his race into a prosperous life in the universe, he had to carefully manage his relationship with the father-and-son pair of Thanos and Beckett.

After all, he—

Rumble!

His thoughts were still racing when the flagship suddenly shook, catching The Other off guard and throwing him off balance. He staggered to the floor.

"Woz?"

The enormous fleet entered a state of alert the instant it came under attack. Beckett, whose feet remained rooted firmly in place, calmly questioned the Artificial Intelligence controlling the flagship.

"His Highness Beckett, preliminary analysis indicates that this was an aftershock caused by the explosion of a planet within the Hydra Galaxy Cluster."

An azure holographic screen appeared before Beckett, and the analysis report on the energy impact suffered by the fleet was clearly reflected in his pupils.

"Where are we now?" As he studied the analysis chart, Beckett fell into thought, his tail unconsciously curling into a loop behind him.

"We are currently within the Hydra–Centaurus Supercluster, jointly formed by the Centaurus Galaxy Cluster and the Hydra Galaxy Cluster, His Highness Beckett."

"Recalculate the return route. Avoid the area affected by the explosion." Because he wanted to return and take revenge on Frieza, Beckett understood better than anyone aboard this warship just how powerful the energy waves from a normal planetary explosion could be.

Even the distant aftershock had damaged some of the warship's components. If the fleet entered the area directly affected by the explosion, the consequences would be easy to imagine.

"Understood, His Highness Beckett. Woz is replanning the route for you."

No sooner had Woz's cold electronic voice fallen silent than urgent alarms began to blare:

"Warning, warning, an enormous amount of energy has suddenly appeared within the Centaurus Galaxy Cluster!"

"Warning, warning..."

The unceasing alarms instantly pushed the atmosphere throughout the fleet to its breaking point. One planet had just exploded, and now an immense surge of energy had suddenly emerged from the Centaurus Galaxy Cluster behind them. Even the lizards on Chitauri Prime knew what that meant.

"His Highness Beckett?"

The Other, who had always believed he had seen every storm and hardship there was, panicked. He truly had never encountered anything like this before.

After forcibly calming himself down, The Other turned his gaze toward Beckett beside him, whose brow was tightly furrowed.

"Woz, initiate Unconventional Space Jump."

"His Highness Beckett, Woz is still rerouting to avoid areas that may be affected by the explosion—"

"Initiate Unconventional Space Jump. Now." Sitting at the console, Beckett directly chose manual control and calmly pressed the button before him that represented the unknown.

The rapidly surging propulsion energy sent the fleet's speed soaring, while the energy produced by the chain explosions of planets within the Centaurus Galaxy Cluster directly accelerated the fleet's Unconventional Space Jump process.

Vast energy roared in his ears. Beckett led his fleet as it vanished from the Centaurus Galaxy Cluster amid the raging turmoil.

The magnificent Milky Way, a boiling hell on earth.

Having won the war, the Asgardian army knelt on one knee upon a corpse-strewn plain, surrounding a woman dressed in a black skintight combat suit at the center like stars surrounding the moon.

She was their leader, Asgard's future Heir to the throne, Odin's descendant—the Princess Hela.

Today was another day when Hela had led them to victory. Though the price they had paid was somewhat heavy, they believed it was worth it. They did not fear sacrifice, nor did they fear death.

The flesh and blood of heroes would eventually become the throne upon which Asgard ruled the Nine Realms. This was what they had always believed.

"Brave warriors—"

RUMBLE!!!

Hela's words, standing proudly upon the earth, were interrupted by the roar from the heavens. The immense energy that erupted in an instant put the remaining Asgardian soldiers under Hela's command on high alert.

Especially when...

A seemingly fully organized interstellar fleet appeared before them.

Sleepy (д;)

The client's brain is broken.

If we were going to discuss it in Guangzhou in the end, why did they make me go to Dongguan first? Isn't riding in a car exhausting?

If they still don't approve this design draft, I'll... I'll just keep revising it (_)