Ego Exposed, Dormammu Returns

"You're my father?!"

"What advantage are you trying to gain?!"

After scrambling and rolling away from Ego's punches and kicks, Star-Lord cursed, "I'll say I'm your dad!"

Having grown up in a pirate's den, Star-Lord couldn't stand this humiliation and immediately seized the verbal advantage, determined not to suffer any loss.

Ego was so angry that his hair almost turned into that of Super Saiyan.

The tentacles formed from the planet's primal power transformed into whips of love, Lash Star-Lord's body time and again.

Ego truly couldn't understand why he had such a rebellious son!

Selling nude photos of her own father to strangers is one thing, but now she actually wants to change the generational order?

"Tell me! Where did you get this from?!"

Watching Star-Lord's slippery movements darting through the alley, Ego, feeling somewhat relieved, finally felt he had vented enough and asked Star-Lord about the origin of the photo album in his hand.

This is his dark history, a dark history he never wants others to mention.

Moreover, Ego clearly remembers that this photo album about him was just bait that Beckett and Hela used to lure him to Sakaar.

In the battle on Sakaar, Ego's most important clone, Walker, was killed by Beckett, and the embarrassing photo album that had been published was never published again.

After his consciousness returned to his original body, Ego spent several hundred years recuperating before burning all the remaining photo albums that were circulating in the market.

This is also the question that Ego cares about the most—where did Star-Lord get his stockpile?

Or rather, who gave this thing to Star-Lord? That's what Ego cares about most.

He suspected that someone was deliberately targeting him.

Upon seeing the limited number of rare photobooks circulating in the market, this was Ego's first thought.

"I have no idea!"

"Please, I know it was wrong of me to sell this without your permission. But I'm a space pirate, a pirate, you understand?"

"What's wrong with me, a space pirate, privately selling what I find in ruins?"

When the person in question came knocking on his door and caught red-handed, Star-Lord could only accept his bad luck.

Gripping his aching shoulder, Star-Lord secretly surveyed his surroundings, looking for an opportunity to escape.

He really didn't expect that selling his nude photo album would actually end up selling to the person in question. What kind of situation is this!

Unlucky!

"Remains?"

Ego was taken aback.

Sakaar now full of vitality, and the cosmic fighting arena is thriving; it's impossible for it to be called a ruin.

Gafa.

In an instant, Ego's expression shifted to another place, the place where his conflict with Beckett began.

Now is the time!

Star-Lord seized the opportunity and immediately prepared to make a run for it, but as soon as he turned around, several silvery tentacles came into his view.

"Come back with me."

"??? What???"

"I really am your father!!!" Ego was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

If Ego hadn't sensed the energy dissipation when Beckett broke through the cosmic passage, he wouldn't have wanted to get to know his son so soon.

Unfortunately, there was no way around it. If he didn't improve his strength as soon as possible, he would be doomed if Beckett discovered that he was still alive.

Fortunately, his demigod son knew nothing yet and was still a blank slate for him to paint on.

Meanwhile, in the Centaurus Galaxy, in the Dark Order.

After parting ways with Hela, Beckett returned to the base alone.

He wanted to talk to his adoptive father, but strangely, he didn't see him at the base.

"Has Father not returned yet?" Beckett, having searched around but not finding Thanos, could only suppress the matter of the Soul Stone for the time being and returned to his own side hall.

The Other was meticulously watching the footage transmitted from the surveillance camera. Upon seeing Beckett return, he immediately got up and scurried over to Beckett, saying, "Your His Highness Beckett."

"What's wrong?"

"There's been a new discovery, Your His Highness Beckett." The Other bowed respectfully and then had Woz display the images that the Gamora sisters had previously sent on the screen.

"As you instructed, Gamora and Nebula are respectively monitoring Rocket and Star-Lord, who are imprisoned in Xandar Prison."

"Just as Your His Highness Beckett predicted, the two indeed colluded and escaped from Xandarians control."

As The Other narrated, the azure screen displayed images of Star-Lord and Rocket fleeing together.

The surveillance equipment, created using the Dark Order technology, was installed on these two individuals. The images were crystal clear, and neither of them noticed anything amiss.

"And then, Your His Highness Beckett, who do you think this is?"

The fast-forwarded surveillance footage stopped at the nearest transmission point, and a figure with white hair and beard came into Beckett's view.

"?" Beckett felt that the person looked familiar, but he really couldn't remember who it was.

"It's Ego, Your His Highness Beckett." Woz thoughtfully provided his analysis.

The elderly man on the screen, walking nimbly and with powerful fists, is none other than Ego, who died at Beckett's hands on Sakaar.

"Ego? He's not dead yet?"

Beckett was taken aback, then his face instantly darkened.

"Yes, Your His Highness Beckett."

"Ego took Star-Lord and Rocket to a planet we've never recorded before."

"Oh?" Beckett looked at the vibrant planet in the image, a murderous glint in his eyes.

Earth, the subspace of the Sanctum Sanctorum.

What should have been an infinite Time Loop was now completely enveloped by dense black mist.

The current Sorcerer Supreme, Ancient One, and Thanos had long since stopped fighting and were sitting quietly in the subspace created by the dense black mist, each pondering how to break through this subspace.

"It's no use, Thanos."

"This prison was built by me during the thousands of years I was sealed away, specifically for you, for Odin, for Agamotto, specifically for the three of you."

"Although you are the only one trapped for now, it's alright, Thanos."

"Odin will be with you soon."

His dark, hoarse voice was filled with resentment as Dormammu, the Lord of the Dark Order had broken free from his seal years ago, wore a ferocious expression.

"You'll regret this, Dormammu."

"I promise." Even though he was trapped, Thanos remained calm, with Great Blade gleaming with a sharp, cold light stuck at his feet.

Thanos hadn't anticipated that Agamotto's successor would be connected to Dormammu.

Puff!

The real world.

Using the power of the Time Stone, the Ancient One escaped from the Dark Prison just before it covered the warp, spitting out a mouthful of blood as she opened her eyes.

"Borrowing the power of the Dark Order..."

"In the end, something still happened..."

Ancient One looked somewhat saddened.

I thought that by constantly monitoring the Dormammu Seal's movements, I could prevent it, but it turned out that it was still impossible to guard against.

She needs to find herself an heir.

Ancient One stood up, and cracks gradually appeared on his body beneath his orange robe.

The crack vanished in an instant, Ancient One's face turned somewhat pale.