The Pierced Heart

[Thor...]

[No...]

History shouldn't have turned out this way...

"No!!!"

Although they bicker fiercely on a daily basis, to the Rocket, the man who calls himself Thor is his partner.

A true partner.

"Beckett! You monster!!!"

"Demon!!!"

"Go to hell!!!"

With eyes blazing with fury, the Rocket hoisted the Rocket that had been prepared beforehand. Thor had given it enough time to assemble the cutting-edge weaponry on its body.

With a roar, a cannonball from two thousand years in the future was delivered directly to Beckett, who was standing with his hands behind his back.

"What?"

What was thought to be something easily destroyed effortlessly withstood the energy cannon blasted from Beckett's fingertips. The latest anti-Saiyan technology from two thousand years in the future caught Beckett off guard and caused him a silent defeat.

Boom!!!!

The bursting wind and waves made The Other, who was watching the battle nervously, instinctively raise his arm to shield his eyes from the blinding light. The bewildered orange cat was just about to open its mouth to call Beckett when it was suddenly bound tightly by a large net that fell from the sky!

"Meow!!!"

The most terrifying thing about humankind is its intelligence.

Using the Energy Devouring Beast Capture Device developed by Tony Stark, the Rocket, under the cover of Rocket, leaped into the air and disappeared into the magnificent Asgard with the captured orange cat!

Thick smoke billowed across the Bifrost, and after several seconds, a figure slowly emerged from it.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, and a fierce look in his eyes.

"Get out here!!!"

With a low growl filled with murderous intent, Beckett's gaze swept over the Asgard soldiers who had gathered around him, but he did not see the Rocket.

Meow~

The returning Energy Devouring Beast looked down at its surroundings, patted its slightly damp orange fur with its pink paws, and looked completely bewildered.

Where are they?

I was just holding it, and it was such a big person!

Where did they go?

How come there's only water left?

"Beckett! Calm down!"

Odin went to Midgard to gain Agamotto's support, and the current leader of Asgard is naturally his wife Frigga.

After rushing to the Bifrost, Frigga breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see her future son. She then turned her gaze to Beckett, who had come alone.

I could barely be considered alone.

After all, The Other was just a bootlicker, and he even brought along a soaking wet Energy Devouring Beast.

"Frigga?"

Beckett, his face cold, stretched out his hand towards the woman in front of him after being tricked by a Rocket: "Bring Hela back to me, now."

"Otherwise, you will all die."

The intense killing intent almost solidified into tangible energy, making it difficult for the Asgard soldiers present to breathe.

"Listen to me, Beckett, Hela will be fine, she'll be alright. This is just an internal matter for us in Asgard, you know?"

"Moreover, Odin has already broken off your engagement with Hela not long ago. Your father should have received Odin's message. So Beckett, what happened in Asgard just now has nothing to do with you. You have absolutely no need to do this."

Although she had her own reservations about Odin's actions, as his wife and Queen of Asgard, she could only try her best to maintain Odin's dignity in front of Beckett, an outsider.

Odin can only be right, not wrong.

"Besides, you don't actually like Hela that much, do you?"

"The relationship between you and her is more like a camaraderie based on mutual respect, because you've been through a lot of battles together, nothing more."

"So Beckett, listen to me, stop now, and I, and even Odin, can pretend nothing happened."

"As for Hela, I can assure you that Odin did not kill her."

Frigga swore in her name as queen, and in fact, she truly believed it.

Hela is, after all, Odin's daughter. At most, this time it will only cause an angry Odin to imprison Hela for a period of time.

"She still owes me a self-criticism."

"And I want this self-criticism now, because my father will soon be asking me for one."

Frigga was speechless at Beckett's series of nonsensical remarks.

How did Hela get associated with self-criticism?

Wait, when did Hela start helping people write self-criticisms?

"Beckett— "

Snap!

A golden light flashed, and the Asgard soldiers along the way fell to the ground instantly, unable to rise again.

Beckett's right hand easily locked Frigga's throat. "You know what? I won't say the same thing more than three times."

"So, hand Hela over to me, right now."

With a hoarse voice and murderous language, Beckett's fingers tightened, making it increasingly difficult for Frigga to breathe.

"Odin, you wouldn't want to see your wife die, would you?"

Whoosh!

With a sinister grin, Beckett suddenly sensed danger. Without changing his expression, he tossed Frigga aside like a punching bag, and a man in golden armor sheathed his flying sword, appearing before Beckett.

"Heimdall?"

Beckett clapped his hands noncommittally.

He knew this man; Hela had introduced him to him before.

The gatekeeper of Asgard, Odin's most trusted partner, and the wielder of the key to the Bifrost.

"Leave Asgard, Beckett."

Heimdall's sword tip dragged on the ground as it awoke from its dormant state, sparks flying everywhere.

"You can give it a try."

Beckett's face was filled with contempt and disdain. He stomped his feet on the Bifrost and appeared before Heimdall in the blink of an eye.

Thump!

The fist, enveloped in energy, left a dent in Heimdall's golden armor.

Heimdall himself was also knocked down by that irresistible force, sliding dozens of meters across the Bifrost...

"Everyone! Formation thirteen!"

The well-trained Asgard soldiers, armed with weapons, shielded the fallen Heimdall behind them and, with Frigga's magical buffs, charged toward Beckett, who dismissively flung his arms away.

"All of you, disappear!"

With indifference towards life etched in his emerald eyes, Beckett raised his hand, and the surging golden energy around his body disappeared into his right palm.

Boom!!!!!

The entire land of Asgard trembled under Beckett's attack. Centered on the Bifrost, the towering buildings in front of Beckett were reduced to ashes!

Of course, this also includes those fearless Asgard soldiers.

How could that be?

Still injured, Heimdall stared in disbelief at what was happening before him. The gate he had guarded as the gatekeeper had been pierced by Beckett in this instant.

"Cowry--"

Before the raging anger in his heart could be vented, Beckett's fist had already slammed into Heimdall's chest.

It was the same spot, with the same force.

The golden armor, forged by Odin himself, shattered in an instant!

Clang!

The instinct for survival compelled Heimdall to swing his longsword in an attempt to block Beckett's third punch, but he was unexpectedly blasted to pieces by the energy shockwave from Beckett!

"Heimdall!!" Frigga cried out in alarm, even though she was injured while supporting a protective shield.

"Heimdall?"

"No, from this day forward, there will be no more Heimdall in Asgard."

Picking up the longsword that had fallen from the gatekeeper's hand, Beckett stomped on the last remaining horn on the man's helmet, and the gleaming blade plunged directly into his beating heart!

Pfft!

The splattered blood stained Frigga's incredulous face.

"Now, it's your turn."