That Cat Was Terrifying

"Shut up!"

After venting his excitement, The Other turned around and shot Astra, who was too weak to even complain, a vicious glare.

"What do you know?"

"This is a moment of glory that belongs to His Highness Beckett. As His Highness's most loyal subordinate, I have a duty to record these moments." The Other wore an unprecedentedly serious expression.

For this goal, he had even racked his brains trying to come up with congratulatory phrases. After all, if his blessings were always the same old clichés, it would make him seem uncultured. The Other, who saw himself as Beckett's number one loyal subject, absolutely would not allow anyone to question his level of refinement in the future.

For this goal, he intended to learn more from Lord Ebony Maw. They both sang praises, but Ebony Maw's flattery of Thanos sounded far more cultured, and he never repeated himself. He was an excellent example to learn from.

"...Whatever makes you happy." Astra wanted to say something, but swallowed the words before they left his mouth. He believed that since even he could tell Beckett clearly did not care much about The Other, The Other must know it too.

You could never wake someone pretending to sleep, just as no one had been able to wake him when he went on a drunken rampage after drinking counterfeit liquor.

But...

Astra shifted his gaze away from The Other and toward Beckett, who had already begun his return journey on the screen. For the first time, a grave look appeared in his eyes.

This was the first time he had shown such an emotion since being kidnapped. Though it vanished in an instant, The Other did not notice it.

With nothing more than a single outstretched finger, one of the Kree Empire's supreme rulers had been reduced, along with his massive warship, to uncollected garbage drifting through the universe.

This Beckett...

Astra felt some discomfort in his throat and could not help coughing twice.

"Woz, prepare for a space jump."

Beckett gave the order the moment he returned through Hatch Three. He planned to take advantage of the Kree Empire fleet's brief leaderless confusion to shake them off and return to the Dark Order.

"Understood, His Highness Beckett."

"Planning route..."

"Route planned. We will reach the nearest space jump point in three minutes."

Under Woz's control, the small battleship broke away from the battlefield and headed toward the nearest space jump point.

Are we leaving?

Astra, who had been slumped on the floor the entire time, could not help twisting his body. The movement drew a sharp rebuke from The Other, who was positioned beside him to guard him.

"Stay still, Beard."

"Approaching the space jump point. Space jump will begin in five seconds."

"Five, four, three, two, one. Space jump activated."

The instant Woz finished speaking, the rear of the small battleship, already halfway into the space jump point, was suddenly attacked!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Countless blasts came from every direction. With its first engine destroyed, the small battleship inside the space jump point immediately lost balance.

Without propulsion, the small battleship was directly expelled from the space jump point.

"Warning. Warning. First engine damaged. First engine damaged. Activating backup concealed power source."

"Warning. Warning..."

Woz's warnings rang in Beckett's ears again and again. Beneath the suddenly dimmed lights, Beckett steadied himself and looked up, seeing an enormous interstellar fleet appear before him.

The densely packed warships made The Other's scalp tingle.

Accuser Vanas and Accuser Dudek, two major figures of the Kree Empire's Accuser Corps alongside Rob, had arrived at this chaotic battlefield.

"His Highness Beckett..." The Other could not help turning toward Beckett, the backbone of the battleship. There was not the slightest change in the latter's expression. Remembering Beckett's godlike performance when he killed Rob earlier, The Other suddenly felt an immense sense of security.

What was there to fear? His Highness Beckett could definitely do it again!

Unable to resist looking at the warships lined up outside the window again, The Other felt utterly confident.

So what if you have a lot of warships? Isn't it just taking apart toys? His Highness Beckett just dismantled a big one. Taking apart two more won't be a problem!

The Other's confidence soared.

"Backup concealed power source activated. His Highness Beckett, should we initiate another space jump?"

The shaking battleship stabilized. Beckett flexed his fingers and made his decision.

"No. Head for the battlefield—the chaotic central zone between the Skrull Empire and the Kree Empire."

Under the current circumstances, a space jump was impossible. Woz's screen showed it clearly: the Kree Warships had already trained their weapons on the space jump point. If his battleship dared return there, the consequences were obvious.

Tova belonged to the Kree Empire, so going there would be the same as walking into a trap. The only place that could give Beckett an opportunity to fish in troubled waters and bring a living, breathing Astra back before his adoptive father Thanos was the chaotic battlefield.

He no longer had enough Chitauri soldiers to disrupt the Kree fleet's coordinated formations between warships.

Beckett lowered his gaze and glanced at Astra lying on the floor, then granted Woz the highest level of autonomous authority over the battleship.

If Thanos had not specifically declared beforehand that Astra had to be brought back alive, Beckett would have left long ago. Why would he need to go through all this trouble?

"Understood, His Highness Beckett. Woz has located the coordinates of the chaotic planet most suitable for our situation."

"Planning route..."

"Route planned. Target: Planet N52."

Under Woz's control, the small battleship weaved freely through the dense barrage of firepower. The frequent sounds of damaged components failed to interrupt Woz's brilliant maneuvering.

Weaving and dodging: ↑↗↘↓

Repeated side-hopping: ←↙↘→

Attack activated: BABA

With Woz's superb micro-control, the incredibly stubborn small battleship forcibly circled out of the Kree fleet's encirclement, at the cost of 41% hull damage.

Astra, who had been lying on the floor watching the display, widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.

He had never imagined that the Kree Empire's warship pilots were not even as capable as a cat!

Woz, the combat Artificial Intelligence assistant—that blue robotic cat—was terrifying beyond belief!

After his shock faded, Astra's gaze fell on the half-biological, half-mechanical lifeform beside him, whose title sounded exceptionally impressive but who had shown no usefulness whatsoever.

He really wanted to know what gave this creature, whose only skill was talking big, the courage to stay aboard this battleship.

Thanks to United Light for the tip~

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