In a cell reeking of iron and stench, Nebula stared coldly at the woman outside the bars.
Valkyrie, once one of Asgard's Valkyries, was now a slave-hunter employed by Sakaar's ruler—and one who lived quite comfortably.
Nebula had originally come to Sakaar to seek information related to the Infinity Stones. Like Gamora, she knew that only the power of the Infinity Stones could kill Thanos.
But shortly after arriving, she had already caught Valkyrie's attention.
As the second-best female assassin in the universe, Nebula ranked near the top of wanted lists issued by countless civilizations.
Valkyrie naturally recognized this infamous figure at once. She put considerable effort into setting a vicious trap, provoking a conflict between Nebula and the local natives. Then, while Nebula's attention was occupied by those native mercenaries, Valkyrie launched a surprise attack from behind and captured her.
This prey's reputation and strength both pleased Sakaar's ruler immensely. He paid Valkyrie a hefty commission, enough for her to live extravagantly for quite some time.
After being locked up, it was not as if Nebula had never considered escaping. However, the underground arena was guarded so tightly that she had not found a single opportunity.
Today was the day Nebula was due to enter the arena. She had not expected to see Valkyrie again at a time like this.
"What are you here for? Don't tell me you bet on me losing and came to cripple me first?" Nebula sneered.
Other than that, Nebula could not think of any reason why Valkyrie would appear before her. The woman before her was very much like herself—willing to do anything to achieve her goals, utterly devoid of conscience. She definitely had not come to repent.
Valkyrie's expression was equally unpleasant. If she had any other choice, she would never have