How Could I Have Such a Disgraceful Son?!

Back on the spaceship.

Beckett was very unhappy, having suppressed his desire to destroy Vormir.

If it weren't for his adoptive father Thanos needing the power of the Soul Stone, he would have destroyed Vormir long ago.

He hated it when people talked to him like that, even if that person's true form was just a gemstone.

"So, what are you planning to do next?"

Hela, who had followed Beckett into the cabin, leaned against the window and asked.

It's impossible for him to retrieve the Soul Stone on his own, and besides Thanos and Beckett, there's no other couple in the Dark Order with genuine feelings for each other.

Spreading information and acting as a behind-the-scenes manipulator also takes time.

"What I plan to do is none of your business," Beckett, who no longer needed a seatbelt during the space jump, glanced at Hela and asked in return.

"Of course it doesn't matter." Hela raised Hela eyebrow, gazing at the magnificent Milky Way outside the window. After a moment, a strangely shaped gold sticker appeared in her hand.

Whoosh!

The gold sticker engraved with the Asgard symbol flew to Beckett's face.

"What's this?"

Beckett glanced down at it; there was nothing on it except for Hela's logo.

"Seven days later, my coronation ceremony will be held in Asgard."

"What?" Beckett held the gold sticker of special material in his hand, but his mind was filled with another coronation ceremony he had "attended" before.

The coronation ceremony of Mera, the Queen of the Sea.

"The Queen of Asgard?"

"King of the Nine Realms?"

Opening the gold plaque, the contents brought Beckett's thoughts back to reality.

These were all the names Odin had previously used, Hela now wore them all on her own head.

"Are you inviting me?" Beckett casually tossed the gold sticker onto the seat on the center console and stared directly at Hela.

You can understand it that way.

"Although I don't think so." Hela looked away.

"Didn't you say that the people and army of Asgard don't remember you?"

"And you still want to go back to be king?" Beckett looked at Hela as if she were a fool.

Asgard is not what it used to be. No one acknowledges Hela's existence, so why bother becoming a queen?

"Do you remember the former Sorcerer Supreme Agamotto?"

"He once helped me build a magic circle similar to Hall of Valor. I have ignited that magic circle with the Eternal Fire from Odin's Vault, and awakened the armies that once belonged to me."

"Therefore, I still have the army that supports me."

Hela opened her hand, and the mark of the lineage of the Sorcerer Supreme appeared in her palm.

"As for the people of Asgard..."

"Believe me, Beckett, when I lead my army step by step to expand beyond the Nine Realms, they will cheer for me even if they don't know me."

"This is an achievement of opening up new territories, and they will think they are witnessing history."

"I can give them a great sense of national superiority, and I can make life in Asgard better."

"By then, they will forget Odin, and forget my foolish and naive brother."

"By then, they will be able to clearly recognize that I am the most suitable king for Asgard."

That was the future Hela longed for.

The people of Asgard cheered for her from the bottom of their hearts and honored her as their queen.

"I believe that future is not far away."

Hela's words conveyed genuine emotion.

"But the people of Asgard betrayed you." Beckett was seeing Hela in this state for the first time, thought to himself.

"..." The huge spaceship fell silent for a moment.

"Do you know what I heard when Odin first brought me into the Asgard when I was a child?" Hela's voice finally rang out after a long silence.

That was a scene she would never forget in her life.

Before the still-young Hela, tens of thousands of Asgard soldiers chanted in unison the honors and patriotism that belonged to the Asgard soldiers.

"Patriotism is indelible. On the battlefield, we help each other; off the battlefield, even strangers can become friends in a few words, because we are all Asgardians."

Even though this relationship has been betrayed hundreds of times.

"The death of a comrade is not the end, but the beginning of memories. The past cannot be changed, but perhaps the future can."

"The meaning of war is not hatred, but to protect the dream we have created together..."

Hela recited the words one by one, leaning against the window and gazing at the Milky Way. Her dreamy eyes seemed to see a young girl deeply moved.

That's her.

That's the reason why she remained loyal to Asgard.

Her Death Divinity also awakened after that day.

The greater good of one's country and its people is an emotion Beckett will never understand, because Thanos never taught him it.

"I am loyal to Asgard, I fight for Asgard, do you understand, Beckett?"

"Not interested in knowing." Beckett plopped down in the center console, crossed his legs, swung his toes, and closed his eyes to rest.

Hela paused in tapping her fingers on her arm.

"I might pass through Asgard in seven days."

Hela's lips unconsciously curled up, but she managed to suppress it.

"Just passing by," Beckett added, his eyes still closed.

"I know." Hela leaned against the window, her face reflected in the glass, creating a beautiful contrast with the magnificent Milky Way.

"Oh, by the way, just a heads up, I broke the gate to the Bifrost. It'll probably take about eight days to repair, so don't be surprised if I didn't close it when you pass by..."

Universe, on an unknown asteroid.

Star-Lord, who escaped from Xandar Prison with Rocket Raccoon and Groot, is now peddling the "Ego Photo Album" around his target location.

He needs to make money; he's short of money right now.

Because of his prison break, he was unable to take his spaceship away.

This time, he not only didn't earn a single penny from the mission, but he also lost all his savings for his future wife.

Fortunately, he still has "Ego Photo Album".

This thing is a deadly weapon for certain groups in the universe. If Star-Lord wasn't afraid of being discovered by the Xandarians, he wouldn't be selling it in such a small place.

"Dude, hey buddy..."

With the photo album that Groot had just copied, Star-Lord, who planned to make his first fortune by selling it, set his sights on another target.

A nearly bare-chested... well, a spirited old man.

Everyone who comes to this place is into this kind of thing; Star-Lord had done his research beforehand.

Ignoring the old man's already graying temples, Star-Lord, who was of the same generation, forcibly revealed a corner of "Ego Photo Album".

"A genuine, rare copy, top-quality item. Do you want it?"

"Oh? How much?" Just as Star-Lord had expected, the old man became interested.

"This can be considered a rare copy; there aren't many left in stock..."

"Then let's go outside and talk in detail." The old man smiled and stuffed the photo album back into Star-Lord's arms, then put his arm around his shoulder and walked outside.

Star-Lord didn't pay any attention, assuming the old man was just afraid of having competitors.

Unexpectedly, just as he reached the dark alley corner, the smiling old man suddenly turned hostile and kicked him in the butt, sending him sprawling.

"???!!!!"

"It wasn't you—" Before Star-Lord could even utter a curse, the old man's punches and kicks came flying.

"****!!!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"I am Ego, what do you think I'm doing? Huh?!" Enraged, Ego showed no mercy in beating people.

"How could I possibly have such a rebellious son like you?!"

"They're still selling my fucking nude photos!!!"

It's Christmas!

Off to Christmas!

Merry Christmas!

More chapters will be added starting tomorrow~