Weapons Were Ultimately Just Tools to Be Used

"How... is this possible..."

Compared to the numb Mera, Atlanna had never seen such a contrasting battle before.

Beckett, who looked to be no more than 1.85 meters tall barefoot, even with his flowing blond hair, was as insignificant as a shrimp or crab general in front of Carlson, a sea monster that was two thousand meters long.

Yet he was such an insignificant person.

He tore the two-kilometer-long hermit crab in half...

It was torn by hand!!!

Atlanna was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

She now understood why Mera had developed feelings for Beckett.

Just look at the situation on the ground now and you'll understand.

Mera's eyes sparkled with unmistakable brilliance as she looked at Beckett.

It's a star that emits its own light!

However, that alone is not enough.

The Golden Trident isn't so easy to obtain.

Atlanna's gaze fell upon the ruins.

The first King of Atlantis held firmly in his hands the symbol of underwater royal power, sitting on the blood-stained throne.

Its head was bowed, showing no signs of life.

Of course, this is just something to observe.

Having been imprisoned in the Trench Kingdom for so long and on this island for so long, Atlanna had, of course, used her identity as the King of Atlantis to deceive Carlson, hoping to lift the Golden Trident that could free her.

But the harsh reality left her empty-handed.

The first King of Atlantis, who should have been dead long ago and was just an empty shell, seemed to have come back to life, firmly grasping the Golden Trident that symbolized the King of the Ocean, and she couldn't pull it out at all.

"Woz, what are you doing?"

For Beckett, tearing Carlson apart was no difficult task. In his eyes, this mount of the first King of Atlantis was no different from the Trench Clan members he had previously wiped out.

His only discomfort was that the celebratory sounds in his ears had changed from "The Other" to "Woz."

After the celebrations ended, he watched as Woz rushed toward Carlson's body, threw aside his books, and began stuffing Carlson's body bit by bit into his belly pocket.

"Your His Highness Beckett, this giant sea creature has lived for a very long time and has extremely high nutritional value."

Woz, who was huffing and puffing as he collected the corpse, turned around and a rather adorable smile appeared on his honest, round face.

It was the combination of the corpse slowly wriggling into his arms that made it look a bit scary.

Nutritional value...?

"You're planning to eat it?"

Clutching her aching chest Mera slowly rose from the ruins and asked in surprise.

Do Artificial Intelligence life forms also pay attention to this?

"According to the analysis, Carlson has the characteristics of a series of marine creatures such as crabs, squids, whales, and sharks. It is rich in nutrients and is very suitable for replenishing His Highness Beckett's energy."

Woz was still huffing and puffing as he stuffed crab claws into his pockets, Shang-Chi.

This is a nutritional supplement that has lived for who knows how long—a thousand-year-old tortoise, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, heaven knows how nourishing it is.

We can't lose it, we can't lose it.

"What you're looking for has been found."

Woz wanted to collect the crab legs, and Beckett didn't try to stop him, since he would be the one eating them in the end.

"Yes, I'm going, Beckett."

Mera looked in the direction Beckett was looking, and the Golden Trident standing motionless in front of the bloodstained throne was particularly eye-catching.

The lithe body, encased in a tight-fitting combat suit, bid farewell to Beckett and walked step by step to the stand before the first King of Atlantis.

Of course, if Beckett and Woz's information is correct, this first king was actually a fake king who escaped Atlantis without being able to unleash the power of the trident.

"Excuse me, King of Atlantis."

Out of respect, Mera apologized in a low voice, then reached out and grasped the shaft of the Golden Trident.

The icy, bone-chilling touch instantly swept through every nerve in Mera's body!

Buzz!

The Golden Trident, which had been as still as a dead object, seemed to have struck something solid, and an energy ripple spread out from its center.

Puff!

Mera, who was closest to the Golden Trident, spat out a mouthful of blood, which instantly evaporated upon landing on the trident!

Boom!

A powerful, invisible force field pushed Mera down the steps, where she rolled three times until she reached Beckett's feet.

"Mera!"

Atlanna, far away, was somewhat worried.

Although she applied double standards to her two sons, she was still good to Mera; otherwise, Mera wouldn't have remembered her kindness for so many years.

"No, the Golden Trident doesn't acknowledge me."

The bloodline of the Zebel royal family cannot be recognized by this Golden Trident, which was forged by the true first King of Atlantis.

Among those who tried to seize it by force, Mera's fate can be considered a mercy shown by the Trident out of consideration for her Zebel royal bloodline.

Otherwise, she would be nothing more than a handful of scorched earth in the ruins.

"The Golden Trident is a sacred object belonging to Atlantis, and no one other than the people of Atlantis can gain its recognition."

"Mera, if you want to stop your father, I suggest you go and get A—"

"Beckett, what are you trying to do? Don't do anything foolish!"

Atlanna's attempts to dissuade her were interrupted by a nervous Mera.

For some unknown reason, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Beckett walked towards the location of the Golden Trident.

"No matter how powerful or prestigious the Golden Trident may be, it is ultimately just a weapon."

"A weapon that needs a master to wield it."

"My father once said that you can have awe for your weapon, but you cannot fear it."

"Weapons are ultimately just tools that need to be used by people."

That's all.

Frustrated by the wait, Beckett decided to take matters into his own hands.

Having been raised by Thanos, Beckett would have no respect for the so-called Golden Trident that symbolizes the power of the sea.

Who is Thanos?

That's a ruthless person who has his eye on the Infinity Stones and intends to control them.

"It's just a small fork, how could it possibly turn the world upside down?"

A weapon is a weapon, a weapon controlled by people; this order cannot be reversed.

Buzz!

The moment Beckett, who had Saiyan blood, gripped the halberd, the entire ruins of the royal city suddenly stirred.

An invisible pressure surged from all directions, attempting to crush Beckett, who wanted to seize the Golden Trident, into dust.

It's highly likely that this cunning first king wouldn't have left any contingency plans before his death.

If the sea monster Carlson is the first line of defense, then this inexplicably gathering force is the second.

Used to kill anyone with malicious intent.

Boom!!!!

The power left behind by the cunning First King, who was once capable of fighting against the vanguard general of Steppenwolf Apokolips, caused the entire sea to tremble.

The golden light on the corpse's golden armor seemed to be competing with Beckett to see who could shine brighter.

"Beck-te..." Mera's outburst of horror became a final lament of worry.

The arrogant Beckett blasted the corpse on the throne to ashes with a single punch...

Charred ashes...

"If you misbehave, I don't mind grilling you."

Beckett's harsh words immediately silenced the still-humming Golden Trident.

"Take it."

Beckett sat down on the throne nearby and, with a flick of his wrist, tossed the treasures of Atlantis, which had been passed down since ancient times, to Mera's feet.

He crossed his legs and swung his toes slightly, leaning back to feel the cold touch of the throne. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, his emerald green eyes looking down at him with arrogance.

Mera stared intently at Beckett on the throne, her eyes fixed on him.

At that moment, she seemed to see a real king sitting on his throne, his arrogant gaze looking down at the multitude of people crawling at his feet.

In terms of temperament, Beckett, personally trained by Thanos, can be said to have learned it perfectly.

Bonus chapter progress: [2/10]

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