"Thanos managed to receive that shot, but his posture was... it was a little..."
"Yeah. Let's hope that doesn't happen again. There are children here, after all!"
In the commentary booth, Linglu's little face turned bright red.
Wanda, who had struck the ball, blushed even harder and frantically shook her hands.
It was as if that move had contaminated her hands through Chaos Magic!
Old Thanos snorted and let go of Young Thanos.
He didn't care in the slightest what anyone around him thought!
He had lived so long and destroyed so many universes that shame was no longer something he needed to worry about!
As long as he could win, he would do even the most humiliating, embarrassing thing imaginable!
But Young Thanos hadn't reached that level yet.
Pale-faced, he looked toward the stands.
There, his beloved "daughter" Gamora was staring at him with a strange expression.
Her green face was full of disappointment. When she saw him looking, she closed her eyes and shook her head, unable to bear the sight.
"No..."
Young Thanos turned even paler.
He knew his image—his towering image as a father—had shattered in that instant!
The pain of the volleyball striking his abdomen was nothing compared to the pain Gamora's tiny shake of the head brought him!
Such a small gesture, such enormous damage!
Thanos looked toward Nebula!
His younger daughter, whom he had never valued but who had always been exceptionally loyal and looked up to him!
It would be fine, wouldn't it? No matter what happened to her father, Nebula would still cheer him on, wouldn't she?
But when Nebula saw Thanos looking her way, she panicked.
She tossed her flashing sign, which read "Thanos Is Invincible Across the Universe," onto the ground and glanced around nervously, unwilling to meet his