The Hardships of Youth Were Only for Transformation in Adulthood

That night, the crescent moon hung high in the sky.

Holding the room key, Mera pushed open the door to room 91 with light steps.

The hotel owner has been operating here for many years and is clearly very savvy.

He figured out Mera's little scheme perfectly, and the room key he gave her was a waterbed room that was perfect for couples to enjoy.

Since it's a hotel right next to the sea, offering some unique waterbed rooms could generate more revenue.

Moreover, couples who visit this town give his hotel's waterbed rooms rave reviews.

They say it's soft and fluffy, very comforting.

When the person on the bed moves, the bed can also shake.

That unique touch can easily touch those unusual and sensitive spots deep within a person's heart.

To put it bluntly, it's all about the thrill.

It's perfect for young people who love to experiment and try new things.

"By the way, where does Woz sleep tonight?"

After closing the door, Mera suddenly remembered an important question.

Where does such a big robot cat sleep at night next to Beckett?

"Please don't worry about Woz, Ms. Mera."

"Woz doesn't need to sleep. Generally, Woz is responsible for His Highness Beckett's sleeping safety outside the house."

A bright blue screen suddenly appeared in front of Mera, and the information displayed on it made her raise an eyebrow.

"In that case, I'll go take a shower first." Seeing that Beckett was still looking at the screen analyzing data, Mera took her bathrobe and went into the bathroom.

She needs to sort out her thoughts.

"What's wrong with this bed—"

Beckett felt a little uncomfortable lying directly on the bed, and then Woz provided various data about the waterbed.

After confirming that it wasn't some random problem, Beckett began to enjoy the soft touch.

The slightest movement of the body produces a soft, flowing sensation, a completely new experience Beckett has never had before.

Enveloped in this soft embrace, Beckett quickly drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, he saw his adoptive father Thanos looking at him with loving eyes; he saw The Other, his lackey, leading the Chitauri tribe to trample Asgard behind him.

He also met Hela.

For some reason, Hela treated him very badly.

The change in expression from joy to anger happened in an instant.

Then, Beckett felt an unusually eerie sensation.

It was as if there was a pair of eyes watching his every move.

"Who?!"

Beckett suddenly opened his eyes, his alertness exploding instantly. Mera, who had been lying on the pillow quietly watching Beckett, looked on in astonishment.

Then... the bed collapsed...

Wrapped in her wet bathrobe, Mera felt she would never forget the hotel owner's meaningful look.

"Beckett, you owe me a thousand dollars..."

The first thing Beckett heard when he woke up in his new room the next morning was this.

It comes from Mera's mouth.

Mera, the Sea Princess, perfectly exemplified the saying "women are made of water" last night.

The soft limbs clung to the sleeping Beckett in all sorts of bizarre positions, as if treating him like a motionless doll.

Smooth calves hooked around Beckett's knees inside the blanket, their bent knees pressing against the man's thighs. Bright red hair was casually draped over his chest.

Then, Mera woke up, muttering, "Beckett a bastard who owes money and won't pay it back."

He was awakened by the noise of Beckett getting up.

????

Mera watched Beckett go to wash up, completely bewildered, and tried to recall what she had done last night.

I pulled back my bathrobe and took a peek... two peeks...

"Beckett, I—"

"Sleeping soundly," Beckett replied without turning his head, already in the habit of brushing his teeth.

How could she not be sleeping soundly? No matter how much I tried to push her away, she wouldn't budge and kept pulling me up.

If she weren't still useful, Beckett would have slapped her long ago.

Hela never pried him like that.

"And you--"

"I used to do weight training; I often slept with weights on my back when I was a kid."

"..." Mera slammed the bathroom door shut, feeling both annoyed and amused.

She really couldn't understand how someone as eccentric as Beckett could have grown up.

And yet, she has Hela, as her fiancée?

"So, according to you, you had a very hard childhood?"

Mera irritably, saying that no one would be in a good mood if they were compared to a weight.

It's still very early in the morning...

Not to mention she was already prepared for... well, you know...

Poke...

The robot cat Woz, who had wandered back from who-knows-where, poked Mera's arm with his chubby little hand, signaling her not to mention Beckett's childhood anymore.

Because this could easily touch upon the root of Beckett's hatred— Frieza.

Of course, Woz wouldn't say these things to Mera without Beckett's permission.

It simply produced a small, worn-out blue notebook and some video footage.

Today is the seventy-second day of the trial. My injuries haven't healed yet, and Corvus Glaive has stabbed me in the heart again.

I almost died; I'll remember this grudge.

On the azure screen, young Beckett wrote with exceptional seriousness, each stroke revealing his thin, blood-soaked body and the harsh living conditions that deeply shocked Mera.

That was Beckett's past.

That was the foundation upon which Beckett would be able to act arrogantly and domineeringly in most parts of the universe in the future.

Mera fell silent.

She recalled herself when she was seven or eight years old, seemingly lost in playing in the palace.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." When Beckett came out after taking a shower and changing his clothes, he was greeted by Mera's apology.

Beckett: "???"

Doraemon Woz was intently studying "One Hundred Ways to Interpret Congratulatory Messages" by The Other, holding a book in his hands by the bedside.

Ignoring everything else, I focused solely on studying the classics.

Centaurus Galaxy, Dark Order.

Two young figures stood inside the base, their timid gazes fixed on the figure on the throne.

"Gamora, Nebula."

"From today onwards, you will begin your basic training as the Daughter of Thanos."

"This training is brutal, but I believe you two will be able to persevere."

"The hardships you endure in your youth are only for your all-round transformation as you grow up."

"I believe you won't let me down, right?"

"Yes, Father." The two girls exchanged a glance and bowed respectfully to Thanos on the throne.

After receiving Thanos's approval Proxima Midnight had been hiding in the shadows, also emerged from the darkness and led Thanos's two newly adopted daughters toward the training base.

"Excuse me, is this training really that scary?"

As Nebula stepped out of the base, she shrank back, feeling a lingering fear.

"Don't worry, kids, your training intensity has been reduced a lot compared to that man's."

Proxima Midnight patted Nebula's head and said with a smile.

"That...man?" Young Gamora, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Ah, if he were still alive, you should call him brother."

"Brother? Is he also Father's child?" Gamora and Nebula exchanged a glance and asked curiously.

"Of course. He is Lord Thanos's proudest successor."

"Really? What's his name?" Nebula's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she asked.

"His name?" Proxima Midnight stopped in her tracks, gazing at the boundless starry sky above.

"His name is Beckett."