Memories Through Intertwined Souls: I Saw Frieza

Bang!

Another attack that ended in failure.

Beckett and Hela emerged from the turbulent water, a defiant smile playing on the man's lips that drove Hela mad.

"Hey, again."

With an easy landing, the one-armed Beckett stretched out his hand towards the Hela, hooking his index finger, his provocation evident in his gesture.

The black Battle Suit, soaked by seawater, was no longer loose, clinging tightly to Beckett's body and outlining the sharply defined curves of his muscles; glistening water droplets fell from the ends of his bright hair, spreading out on the beach with a dazzling brilliance.

"Call..."

"I refuse."

Hela refused without any hesitation.

Fighting someone whose mind is only focused on battle will only result in her suffering the consequences.

And, most importantly, she couldn't win.

After resting for nearly thirty minutes, Beckett, whose strength was gradually returning, was no longer the man who had barely managed to hold his own against her when he was weak.

He could easily beat her with one hand.

Hela couldn't handle the psychological letdown and decisively chose to give up.

"You are afraid."

Beckett frowned, and then used his mouth to further stimulate every nerve in Hela's body.

Hela did indeed stop and turn around, just as he expected, her expression unfriendly. "What?"

"The Death Divinity overflowing from your body can accelerate my recovery."

So, you're afraid.

Beckett lowered his left arm and walked step by step toward Hela. His head held high, his condescending gaze causing Hela to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Are you dreaming?

Hela scoffed and retorted.

"No, I'm just stating a fact."

Beckett stopped in front of Hela and bent down slightly.

Hela could even feel Beckett's breath pattering on her face.

Although Hela didn't know why Beckett, who was just a soul, could still breathe and inhale and exhale.

Perhaps this is what makes the Sorcerer Supreme so amazing.

Beckett stretched out his hand and raised his index and middle fingers in front of Hela.

"What? Another 20,000 years short?" Hela met Beckett's gaze without flinching.

Although she was very reluctant to admit it, Beckett's lewd remarks, delivered with a straight face, were deeply imprinted in her mind, along with Beckett's bad habit of choking.

For over two decades, Beckett was the only peer Hela had ever encountered who had ever defeated her.

Since meeting Beckett, Hela has found herself unknowingly developing a liking for the feeling of choking someone.

My mother is right. In the end, people become the very thing they hate most, just like her.

"No, the reason I held up these two fingers is not to say that you are still 20,000 years away, but to mean that you only have two choices right now."

With his head held high and chest out, Beckett's arrogant gaze made Hela unconsciously frown.

[Here we go again.]

She hated the way Beckett looked at her. After all, she was a princess of Asgard, and even her parents had never looked at her with such contempt.

"First, use your power to restore me."

"Second, use your power to restore me."

"... Is there a difference?" Hela laughed angrily.

Beckett didn't speak, but in front of Hela, he raised his left hand, and dense energy instantly gathered into a ball. The terrifying energy fluctuations made Hela's expression change drastically.

Now, tell me your choice.

Hela took off running!

Thump!

The next second, it felt like he tripped over something and fell straight onto the beach.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Beckett raised an eyebrow, strolled over to Hela, and simply plopped down on Hela, grabbing her right hand.

Interlacing their fingers signifies both death and rebirth. The Death Divinity flows continuously from Hela into Beckett's soul, repairing his cracked body.

"You... pervert!"

The immense weight of his body, amplified by the energy, rendered Hela completely immobile, leaving her only able to watch helplessly as Beckett closed his eyes and savored the uncontrollable power nourishing Beckett soul.

"Why?"

Hela was getting a little frantic.

Why is Beckett inexplicably able to absorb and devour his own power?!

Why can't she turn the tables and devour his power?

Although the portion of Death Divinity absorbed by Beckett was only a drop in the ocean compared to Hela's own, the feeling of being powerless and forced still made Hela extremely unhappy.

At the very least, she wanted to be on top.

"Sizzle..."

[Um?]

Suddenly, Hela seemed to hear a strange sound, and the next second, everything went dark.

When she opened her eyes again, she was standing on a ravaged planet. In front of her, a woman with a tail was smiling and talking to what was probably the baby in the escape pod.

I was laughing, and then I started crying.

Hela followed the woman's gaze and saw a baby inside the escape pod. Unlike the woman, the baby in the escape pod had a red tail.

"That tail?"

The moment Hela saw the tail, she immediately thought of Beckett.

Then,

She then heard the baby crying hysterically.

Boom!

Planet explodes!

A man soared into the sky, but ultimately could not withstand that earth-shattering blow.

The strange pronunciation and the incomprehensible language left Hela utterly puzzled.

"What... happened?"

As Hela was wondering, the surrounding environment suddenly began to turn into points of light and recede!

On the desolate Titan, Thanos, clad in golden armor, cradled a struggling infant as he slowly vanished from Hela's sight.

Snap!

The screen suddenly went black, and consciousness returned to reality.

An indescribable feeling of suffocation filled every cell in Hela's body.

"What are you doing?!"

With a low growl, Beckett pressed Hela firmly into the seawater, his eyes slightly red.

Wow!

Hela opened her mouth, seawater rushed in, choking her so much that she couldn't speak.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

"I have no idea!"

"I was just thinking of doing it the other way around—" Hela coughed as she was pulled out, her explanation coming to an abrupt halt.

She suddenly remembered that before she saw those images, what she was thinking was, "Why can't I absorb Beckett's power?"

Hela immediately looked down at her hands, but after a long while, she still couldn't sense any power belonging to Beckett.

Her hair didn't automatically turn blonde.

Is it because my power is not as strong Beckett's that I cannot devour his power and can only look at the memories in his soul?

Hela's face darkened at this thought, as if she could feel the malice the universe harbored towards her.

"On the other hand?"

Tell me, what did you see?

Seeing that Hela did not respond for a long time, Beckett's body surged with energy, and a strong killing intent surged towards Hela like a tide.

Beckett severed his connection with Hela when he realized that Hela seemed to be looking through his memories.

But he didn't know how much of his memories Hela had actually seen.

"I saw Frieza, who is he?"

First day of working overtime in September. I love working overtime; it makes me happy. (This post is worth 50 cents; remember to delete it.)

I feel so happy (**)