The War Between Women: The First Cosmic Tournament, with Frieza as the Prize
"It seems that you are not the sole authority in your universe." The Zeno Grand Minister, who had also stopped attacking Mera and Hela, remained calm.
However, the words that came out of his mouth were not so pleasant to hear.
"What did you say?" Beckett stared at the Grand Minister breathing was slightly disordered, with an unfriendly look.
"Wait a minute! Beckett!"
Seeing that the man was about to start a fight, Mera immediately stepped in front of Beckett to block him.
"Hela is telling the truth. If this keeps going, you'll die."
"But not here, but in the future."
Looking up at Beckett, Mera spoke with utmost seriousness, enunciating each word clearly.
"Future?"
Beckett, whose face was cold, relaxed his brow and sensed that something was wrong.
"Yes, I can understand that you want to kill Frieza to avenge your mother, but all of this is on the premise that you are safe and sound."
Mera nodded, and Beckett thought her worried expression was genuine.
"So Beckett, come back with me."
Seeing that the man didn't object, Mera breathed a sigh of relief. Then, under Hela's murderous gaze, she grasped Beckett's left hand.
[Um?]
Mera thought she had persuaded Beckett, was shocked to find that he had no intention of leaving with her at all.
"Make way, Mera."
"Don't make me say the same thing a third time."
Looking back, what met Mera's eyes was Beckett's gaze, which was gleaming with a cold light.
Revenge is the only thing he wants to do right now.
No matter how many obstacles lie ahead, Beckett will not back down.
Giving up just because of a nonexistent future is not his style.
Moreover, the future, with its things that can be changed at will...
"Beckett— "
"That's enough, that's enough."
Mera was about to speak to dissuade Beckett, was rudely interrupted by Hela on the other side.
"It's just Frieza."
"If I'm not mistaken, he's no match for you right now."
Hela's thoughts raced as she glanced at the Grand Minister and the Zeno not far away. On the other side, Beerus had completely lost his God of Destruction's imposing aura, was completely ignored by Hela.
"What do you want to say?" Beckett frowned, pulling away from Mera's five fingers.
"Woz, translate for them."
Hela glanced Hela Mera with a sneer, raised her hands, and styled her hair into a fighting pose. "Hand over Frieza. Otherwise, starting today, this universe will face a bloody Carnage."
?!
Upon hearing this, Mera's eyes widened instantly, staring incredulously at Hela, who had betrayed her promise.
We agreed to work together to persuade Beckett to go back!
Why did you even help fight it out?!
"Yes, Ms. Hela." Woz, who was in the wrist space, then projected himself in front of the Grand Minister and the others, with a kind smile on his face, translating the most ferocious declaration of Carnage.
The Grand Minister's smile froze instantly.
Hela?!
"You?!"
"As long as Beckett doesn't start a war between the two universes by himself, that's fine."
"With you, me, and Beckett, we can easily sweep aside all the other members of this universe except for these two."
"After all, that so-called future is only based on Beckett starting a cosmic war by himself, isn't it?"
Seeing that Mera could not persuade her, Hela decisively chose to give up and took a risky approach by issuing a declaration of Carnage.
Using the threat of killing to make demands is a tactic Hela learned under her father Odin.
Very practical.
Especially when high-end combat power has an advantage.
Most importantly, Hela thought this would get Mera, that little bitch who was trying to dissuade them, kicked out of the three-person group chat by Beckett.
At the very least, it could worsen Mera's image in Beckett's mind.
As a queen who emerged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Hela's ruthlessness far surpasses that of Mera, the ocean queen who grew up in a peaceful era.
"..." Mera opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.
She's not stupid; on the contrary, she's quite smart.
Hela knew exactly what she wanted to do in an instant.
She wanted to object, but she had to admit that Hela's threat of Carnage was indeed the most effective way to help Beckett take revenge.
Frieza and the lives of other races in the universe were like commodities, placed on opposite ends of a scale by Hela, awaiting the final decision of the Grand Minister and the Zeno.
After all, even if the Grand Minister and the Zeno could stop Beckett and Hela, there was still Mera was left unattended.
Hoping for Beerus and Whis?
Or perhaps the destroyers and angels from other universes?
The Grand Minister shook his head, abandoning the unrealistic idea.
Even the usually calm Grand Minister was displeased to be threatened like this. "Your threats are not a problem to me."
"For the Zeno- King, restarting the universe is just a matter of a moment."
As he met Beckett's gaze, the Grand Minister subtly revealed the level of the Zeno's power.
The underlying message is clear: if pushed too far, everyone should stop playing.
"Is that so?" Beckett said dismissively, his silver hair shimmering with a dazzling light.
"Wait a minute, I have a better idea."
At the height of the tension, Mera, wielding a trident, stepped forward.
The peace-loving Queen of the Sea didn't want the man she had chosen to be dragged into a trap by Hela, the murderer.
"When your power reaches our level, a battle can last for an unknown amount of time."
How about this?
"We will each select several powerful warriors from the universe to fight in the arena."
"If our people win, then please kill Frieza."
"If your people win, we'll withdraw from this universe, how about that?"
Mera, who has always loved peace, spoke at lightning speed about the solution she had just come up with, Woz, who was in charge of simultaneous interpretation, almost couldn't keep up with her pace.
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Both Beckett and the Grand Minister looked at Mera with eyes full of doubt.
"Interesting."
"Lord Zeno- King, what do you think?"
The Grand Minister, quick to react, handed the decision-making power to the Zeno beside him.
"That sounds interesting," a child's innocent voice gave a resounding answer.
"Yes, Zeno- King." The Grand Minister, having received a positive answer, smiled and looked at Beckett, awaiting his reply.
Trust me, I won't make things worse.
I can help you win this battle as quickly as possible.
[It can help you take revenge as quickly as possible.]
Beckett, who was about to refuse the offer, met Mera's sincere gaze.
"..."
"Then, it's decided."
"Woz, leave this god's contact information so we can easily communicate about the specifics of the Cosmic Tournament."
Beckett's silence gave Mera the confidence to make her decision. Compared to Hela, who preferred to use threats and war to achieve her goals, she preferred this gentler approach.
"Oh, okay." Woz scratched his head, glanced at Hela, then at Mera, the core data processor inside his body showing signs of emitting smoke.