Ronan's Helpless Rage

The night was silent.

Beckett had returned to his long-missed bed to sleep, had a dream.

In his dream, he saw Mera he thought he would never cross paths with again. She stood before him in a pristine white gown, holding flowers and calling his name with a sweet smile, "Beckett."

Just as he was wondering why Mera still recognized him, another voice called out from behind him.

Hela, dressed in a black bodysuit, was not dead. Instead, she ascended the throne of Asgard and looked at herself with the same joy.

Then, the two women saw each other, and the smiles on their faces slowly faded...

In the dim light, Beckett also heard Hela's angry shout: I was here first!

Whether it's kissing or owing a debt...

She was right first!

Then they started fighting.

Unlimited Blade Works Hela Limited Edition collided with the overwhelming ocean currents, instantly waking Beckett from his frown.

Was it a dream?

The familiar bedroom brought Beckett back to his senses from a hazy sleep.

With a murmur, Beckett realized that cold sweat had been seeping from his forehead without him noticing.

This was utterly unbelievable to him.

Good morning, Your His Highness Beckett.

After waiting for thousands of years, the side hall steward, who had finally welcomed Beckett back, was Butler Mech Cat Gates created by Thanos at the same time as Woz. He was wearing an apron and pushing Beckett's change of clothes in.

Breakfast has been prepared for you.

"In addition, Lord Thanos has asked you to meet with Ronan the Kree today."

The chubby little hands wiped on the apron around his waist again and again, and the silver screen belonging to Gates appeared in front of Beckett's eyes, on which were the orders personally issued by Thanos.

"The Kree?"

Beckett didn't have a very good impression of the Kree.

Moreover, he remembered very clearly that when he first used the Mind Stone to find the path to Super Saiyan 3, the Kree Empire's home planet Planet Hala, was the victim.

In this situation, how could there be Kree willing to cooperate with the Dark Order?

Has time diluted the hatred?

Or should we not go down the path we've been pursuing?

"Gates doesn't know the specifics either. After all, Gates is just the robot cat responsible for His Highness Beckett's daily life." Gates, who always wore a beige checkered apron around his waist, scratched his head.

Generally speaking, Woz is responsible for all external affairs.

Woz was in charge of external affairs, while Wojnarowski was in charge of internal affairs; their roles were clearly defined and there was no overstepping of boundaries.

"I understand. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, Loki, Son of Odin, has arrived in Midgard with the Mind Scepter given to him by His Highness Beckett..."

Hasn't your father arrived yet?

On a remote and desolate planet in the Centaurus Galaxy.

After bathing, changing clothes, and even putting on makeup early in the morning Ronan, Kree, finally turned his unfriendly gaze to the woman beside him after enduring a full hour of biting wind.

Nebula, Daughter of Thanos, is a being that is half-biological and half-mechanical.

"Ronan, your father has his reasons for doing this."

Nebula, already used to all sorts of unfriendly stares, remained completely unfazed.

"He's eroding my trust in him."

Ronan's face darkened.

If he hadn't still harbored the intention of using Thanos's influence, given Thanos's attitude of first standing him up and then arriving late, he would have already smashed him with a hammer.

Do not doubt his courage.

After all, he was a ruthless person who dared to directly betray the behemoth that was the Kree Empire.

Someone who can even give up the position of "Member of the Kree Supreme Accuser Corps" would definitely have the courage to take on Thanos.

"Father is testing you, testing whether you can pass this final test." Nebula began to make up a story based on her understanding of Thanos.

In any case, Ronan doesn't dare to make a move against her now.

Ronan felt very frustrated.

What should have been an equal partnership has been distorted by Thanos's actions.

It's as if he was eagerly attaching himself to Thanos.

He was very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Thanos has been working in the universe for many years, and the reputation of the Dark Order is so great that even the Supreme Intelligence, the AI God of the Kree Empire, is terrified of it.

This is why Ronan partnered with Thanos.

Having been out of the Kree Empire for a long time, he had vaguely heard some rumors that were unfavorable to him. He needed to use Thanos's name to intimidate his compatriots within the Kree Empire who had always disliked him.

It's that simple.

"Here he comes." Nebula was naturally unaware of Ronan's inner thoughts, and she had no time to figure them out.

The sight of the spaceship faintly visible on the horizon brought her a sense of relief.

If Thanos doesn't come soon, she really won't be able to find any reason to argue—?

The relaxation in Nebula's brows froze instantly.

She was completely unaffected by the warship that descended upon her at an extremely high speed.

The ship's aesthetically pleasing streamlined hull and its strong yet elegant lines create a unique spaceship that is one of a kind in the entire universe.

That large "B" character was a symbol that Nebula had never seen before.

"Who?!" Nebula blurted out warily.

"Your mental fortitude is far superior to the other's." The hatch opened wide, and a figure dressed in a loose black Battle Suit with a red tail coiled around his waist slowly emerged, accompanied by The Other.

"Beckett?" Nebula's expression froze when she saw who it was.

You should call me brother.

Beckett strolled up to Nebula and Ronan, ignoring the small group of people behind Ronan.

"Brother? Thanos's son?" Ronan frowned. He had indeed heard that Thanos had a son, but he didn't know much about him.

After all, Beckett was just a newborn baby when he was active in the universe and didn't remember anything.

By the time he could remember, Beckett had already disappeared.

Ronan was only able to find a tiny bit of peripheral information in the Kree Empire's database.

"Bei—why is it you?" Nebula, who also couldn't call out to her brother, looked at the man in front of her with wary eyes.

"Didn't you receive the order from Father that I would handle the matter with the Kree?"

Nebula slowly shook her head.

"You don't have an intelligent assistance system?" Beckett frowned, looking at his sister who was a hybrid of a machine and a living being.

Nebula tapped her head, and a beam of light shone from her eyes.

The information scrolled along with her thoughts, and finally, among a pile of tedious and boring logs, she saw a command from the Dark Order Base's intelligent system.

Beckett remained silent.

He thought Thanos did this because he was afraid of creating another intelligent life form to help write self-criticisms.

"Wait, you mean, I've been waiting here for so long, Thanos only sent you to talk to me?"

Ronan's hoarse voice was filled with suppressed anger.

This is outrageous!

This is absolutely outrageous.

Did they really treat him as a subordinate?

It was one thing to stand someone up before, but now they're not even willing to show up themselves, so they're sending out their son instead?

Why didn't you say so earlier? I could have sent one of my subordinates instead.

Why must we replace someone at the last minute?

"?"

Beckett shifted his gaze from his sister Nebula to Ronan.

"After all these years, the Kree are still just as repulsive."

Ronan's face darkened instantly.

The squad members behind him immediately raised their weapons, and the muzzles of the Kree- tech weapons were all pointed at Beckett and Nebula.

"Ronan, you—" Nebula was completely stunned by what she saw before she could finish her warning to Ronan.

An energy blast emerged from behind Beckett and instantly pierced the chests of Ronan's team members, severing their heads.

My father once said that killing someone should result in beheading.

The attack was silent and stealthy. By the time Ronan and Nebula reacted, only the three of them remained alive.

"..." Ronan swallowed hard, gripping the warhammer passed down through generations.

According to his mother, who raised him, this was a weapon left by his grandfather.

After several refinements by Ronan, this warhammer has now become one of the representative works of Kree technology weaponry.

Only...

Bang!!!

An unprecedented force struck, and Ronan experienced excruciating pain in every nerve throughout his body.

He collapsed to the ground, his body weak.

"Tread..."

"Tread..."

Beckett slowly walked up to Ronan, raised his foot, and stepped on Ronan's meticulously applied makeup.

The soles of the shoes rubbed against his cheeks, and the irresistible force caused Ronan to fail several times in his attempts to stand up.

All that remained was a helpless, furious scream as he pounded the ground, "Aaaaaah!!!!"

"From now on..."

Boom!!!

Beckett stomped down, crushing Ronan's head into the barren ground!

"The plan to find the Power Stone will be led by me."

Do you have a problem with that?

Standing on Ronan's face, Beckett still had his hands behind his back, looking down at him and asking questions.

Let's go for barbecue tonight!

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More chapters tomorrow!