Immortal Renown

"Savior? As expected, he's just a weakling who only expects to be saved." Beckett, floating in mid-air, sneered upon hearing this, his eyes full of arrogance and disdain.

"What, do you think you're so great for saving them? So you can stand here and spout nonsense?" Hela said coldly from the side.

"They are the weak, but that doesn't mean they didn't try to fight back; the blood on the ground is proof of that."

"Look at the corpses of those villagers who rebelled, and ask yourself, if one day you lost the power you are so proud of now, could you do what they did?"

"I bet you can't do it, because your arrogance and rudeness are ingrained in your bones. If one day you lose your current power, I bet you will die because of your mouth, and your hands and head will be chopped off by your enemies immediately."

Looking down at the villagers who should have been sheltered by the Asgard camp, Hela landed in front of them without looking back, leaving Beckett alone in mid-air, his ears still echoing Hela's last words before leaving. "But then again, after all, you are the high and mighty Son of Titan, how could you understand what the meaning of [Guardian] really is, because you have nothing to protect."

You are nothing but a War Machine, knowing only how to kill.

Hela didn't say the last sentence. Based on her limited understanding of Beckett, saying it would inevitably lead to a major battle. With the situation in Midgard still unclear, Hela didn't need to get entangled with a man who traded intelligence for fighting prowess.

At this moment, Hela, who was filled with love for everything under Asgard, received the gratitude of more than a hundred survivors as the Asgardian Princess. The persistent survivors prostrated themselves at her feet and knelt down in worship.

Of course, the object of their worship also included Beckett, who was still floating in mid-air with an expressionless face.

[Guard?]

Beckett closed his eyes, and the surging thoughts in his mind instantly took him back to the years when he felt most powerless.

Inside the escape pod, he helplessly pounded on the protective shield and cried out, while outside the escape pod, he tearfully waved goodbye to his mother.

Beckett hated his younger self when he was still an infant because he was very weak at that time.

Weakness is the original sin.

Just like him in the past, and also like the hundred or so survivors beneath his feet.

Opening his eyes, Beckett's experience of growing up in the Dark Order helped him suppress the turbulent thoughts in his heart. He turned his head and saw The Other, holding Azure Scepter, looking at him with a worried expression. "Your His Highness Beckett?"

"What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Seeing Beckett open his eyes, The Other shook his head vigorously.

"Your His Highness Beckett, your strength value fluctuated wildly just now for some reason, but it has now returned to normal."

"In addition, according to Woz's estimate, the extremely mysterious cosmic power that Astra transmitted into your body will completely dissipate in forty minutes."

"At that time, you will lose this enhanced form of power," Woz reminded Beckett diligently, constantly monitoring his physical condition.

"Forty minutes later, I understood."

Beckett landed, his white robes fluttering in the wind, still damp with frost and snow clinging to his gleaming silver boots. The survivors, who had been keeping a close watch on Beckett's movements, sent their leader to Beckett to express their gratitude in person.

"Send the location coordinates here to Ebony Maw and have him land in this area."

Beckett didn't seem to care as he watched the endless stream of thank-you messages appear on the translation panel, but The Other behind him suddenly widened his eyes, realizing that his position as His Highness Beckett's number one loyal subject was in jeopardy.

Having served His Highness Beckett for some time now, The Other has never seen anyone sing praises louder than himself, aside from Ebony Maw's constant flattery of Thanos.

But the leader of these survivors has done it.

The use of exaggerated adjectives like "savior," "Golden Flash," and "legendary god" greatly enriched The Other's vocabulary, making The Other feel that he could write even longer congratulatory messages about His Highness Beckett in the future.

Furthermore, according to The Other, this isn't even the most outrageous compliment. In his opinion, the most outrageous is:

We wish to build a statue in your honor, so that our future generations may learn of your divine power through this statue...

What is meant by "professional"?

That's what you call professional!

For the first time in his life, The Other, who considered himself the most important minister under His Highness Beckett, with a position similar to Ebony Maw to Thanos, felt panic.

What if His Highness Beckett gets pleased with the compliments and takes this man with him?

Learn! You must learn!

With a learning mindset, The Other, wielding the Azure Scepter, prepared to approach the survivor leader who had received Beckett's approval, only to get stuck on the language barrier.

He spoke in a language the Midgard couldn't understand, and the Midgard spoke in a language he couldn't understand. The two stared at each other, communicating entirely through gestures and body language.

When will your people arrive?

As Hela watched The Others and the survivors frolic and dance together, Hela strolled over to Beckett, who was lying on a tree stump with his arms crossed over his chest, and gazed into the distance.

"Soon."

Beckett, gazing at the sky, didn't turn around, but coldly replied.

The scene fell silent instantly.

The Other's lively interactions with the Midgard survivors seem to separate them from Beckett and Hela, creating a sense of detachment from their shared world.

One is fiery, the other is icy cold.

Thirty minutes later, the army Beckett had mentioned "soon" had not arrived. Instead, a dense mass of the Nine Realms Allied Army gathered at the village entrance, causing panic among the survivors.

"Even the elves, who claim to be peaceful and detached from worldly affairs, have come out. Father was right. The Nine Realms really need to be dealt with properly."

Hela, perched atop a tree branch, surveyed the Nine Realms Alliance forces surrounding the village entrance with a cold glint in her eyes.

Of the Nine Realms, all the civilizations with significant fighting power, except for the dwarves, are now on the opposite side of Asgard, or rather, Odin.

Whether it's Vanaheim, where the Queen Frigga was born, or the Elven race, who claim to be content with nothing but chopping wood, feeding horses, and farming.

"Daughter of Odin! Son of Thanos! You are surrounded!"

The earth-shaking voice made Beckett, who was reclining on a tree stump, scratch his ear and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Have we finally arrived? It's still uncertain who's surrounding whom." Standing up, Beckett's figure gradually rose into the air.

The survivors on the ground looked up and saw Beckett snap his the Snap with his raised right hand, the crisp sound echoing through the sky!

A dense array of warships appeared behind Beckett, their dark cannons all aimed at the vanguard of the Nine Realms Allied Army on the ground, surging with energy.

"????!!!!!"

"Impossible?! When?!?"

The expressions of the leaders of the vanguard of the Nine Realms Allied Army suddenly turned extremely ugly.

"You never seem to have a moment's peace, Beckett."

Ebony Maw, one of Thanos 'Black Order and The Other's idol, floated out from the fleet and landed beside Beckett with a helpless expression...

"Those who want to kill me, I'll certainly kill them back." With a cold laugh, Beckett uttered these words, but for some reason, his gaze swept over Hela, who stood alone directly opposite him...

Laufey, the Frost Giant King, and Hela, daughter of Odin, are the only two exceptions in Beckett's career to date.

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