Thor Goes All Out; Beckett Is Unstoppable!
In the vast and boundless universe, the stylish Beckett speeds through the interstellar space.
Leaning against the window, Beckett crossed his arms over his chest, his calm gaze fixed on the rapidly changing cosmic landscape outside. In his mind, he recalled Thanos's instructions to him before he left the Dark Order.
More than an hour ago, in the main hall of the Dark Order base in the Centaurus Galaxy.
"To Sakaar?"
"The Grandmaster's planet?"
Is there a problem there?
Beckett, standing beneath the throne, was puzzled.
That place is just a cosmic junkyard, of no use to them in the Dark Order. Why would Father make him go there specifically?
"I need you to confirm something, Beckett."
"Let's confirm exactly how many Thor are on Sakaar."
Thanos, seated on his throne, didn't mince words, clearly and concisely revealing his purpose.
"How many Thor?"
"What's the meaning?"
Beckett frowned upon hearing this.
"I suspect that the Thor you met in Asgard is still alive."
Thanos, with his fingers interlaced, calmly recounted his speculations.
If his guess is true, and if the planetary observer's report is correct, then he is very likely to find a way for Beckett to break the rules through future Thor.
After all, people from the future staying in the past is a violation of the rules of the universe.
This is why Thanos stopped Beckett from hunting down the traitor Gamora.
A mere traitor like Gamora is insignificant compared to the opportunity Beckett might have to break through his limitations.
"Thor encountered in Asgard? Thor back then?"
Thanos's mention instantly reminded Beckett of the Horse-faced Thor he had encountered when he wreaked havoc in Asgard.
Horse-faced Thor, whom he had casually tossed onto Sakaar.
"That's right."
"If he really exists on Sakaar, I want you to bring him back alive."
Thanos had many thoughts about Thor, who had traveled through time.
"Yes, Father." Beckett, sitting beneath the throne, respectfully accepted the order.
On Sakaar, in a hidden cave.
Still wearing his Horse-faced Thor stood outside the cave, gazing in the direction of the distant cosmic arena.
Even though they were thousands of miles apart, he could almost hear the cheers in the arena and see the young man who had regained his position as Thor swinging his fists and wreaking havoc.
To become the most outstanding dark horse in that cosmic arena.
"He won."
"A clean win."
The Grandmaster, who was supposed to preside over the award ceremony, appeared beside Horse-faced Thor and informed him of the final result.
"I know."
"You should have come to inform me if he lost."
"But don't you think it's very unethical for someone to have their image printed twice in my arena?" The Grandmaster asked slowly and deliberately.
"Based on your behavior over the years, you probably have no right to talk to me about morality, the Grandmaster." Horse-faced Thor laughed, showing no surprise at his identity being exposed.
A month ago, after waiting for his younger self to appear in this era, and after making up his mind to help his younger self, he was already prepared for his identity to be exposed.
"Isn't it better to live a good life?"
The Grandmaster sighed, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
If Horse-faced Thor remains Horse-faced Thor and doesn't do anything to disrupt the rules of the universe, he should be able to survive to some extent.
Until the end of life.
"In my original timeline, the future that sacrificed Tony Stark no longer includes me. In other words, I am now creating a new future, do you understand?"
Horse-faced Thor still hasn't taken off his mask, only his voice is no longer disguised.
"You will be corrected." The Grandmaster still couldn't understand why Horse-faced Thor strength had reached such a level, would take death so lightly.
"Do you know, the Grandmaster?" Horse-faced Thor looked up at the murky sky above Sakaar.
"Compared to my life, a brand new future is the most important thing."
Asgard was destroyed, and his people perished.
His parents and younger brother all died.
That was a future that Thor found utterly hopeless.
"I have fallen into depravity."
"I have shamefully abandoned my responsibilities as a king and my dignity as a king."
"I gave up on myself and thought that everything was no longer important."
"Because I have nothing left to lose."
Horse-faced Thor's voice was heavy and weathered.
"But he is different."
He still has a chance to salvage the situation.
"So, you willingly accept being corrected?" The Grandmaster still couldn't understand. He even wondered if this Asgardians had gotten his head stuck in a door.
"I've already said it, I have nothing left to lose." Horse-faced Thor smiled, blue arcs of electricity gradually appearing at his fingertips.
"If I had to put it that way, you could interpret my actions as redemption."
"My own redemption."
Boom!
As the electric arcs crackled, the figure of Horse-faced Thor had vanished.
"Warning! Warning! Your His Highness Beckett, an unidentified energy entity has been detected rapidly approaching!"
"Alarm! Alarm! His Highness Beckett..."
"Alarm..."
As the Beckett was about to enter the territory of Sakaar, the Artificial Intelligence life form Woz, who was in charge of piloting the ship, suddenly sounded a piercing alarm. The Other, who was dozing in his seat, was so startled that he hurriedly unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed the Mind Scepter next to his chair.
We are on high alert.
"It seems that Father was right."
Beckett, sitting in the control chair, opened his eyes and looked at the figure floating silently in front of the Beckett.
The image of the horse-faced demon in my memory remains unchanged, but the bloated appearance I once had is no longer there.
Beckett stood up and, with The Other and Woz watching him go, slowly flew out of the hatch.
"Long time no see, Beckett."
In the "vacuum," which had been distorted by power to the point that it could no longer be called a vacuum, Horse-faced Thor removed the mask from his face, and the middle-aged Thor with graying temples immediately came into Beckett's view.
"Come with me yourself, or should I knock you out and drag you away?"
Beckett's response was equally indifferent.
"You will not have the chance to rewrite the rules, Beckett." Middle-aged Thor shook his head, countless mysterious runes gradually appearing in his eyes.
White-haired Thor, unleashing full power!
Boom!
The rapidly increasing energy within Beckett caused anomalies on all planets within Sakaar's sphere of influence.
"You can try."
His silver eyes were filled with disdain and arrogance.
Beneath his magenta hair lay a captivating and menacing aura.
Crimson Beckett, unstoppable!
My perfect attendance record, waaaaaah!
It's gone, sob sob sob
Such a great attendance record, gone just like that, waaaaaah!