Inside a Hellfire bar in Los Angeles.
Multicolored lights flashed as people moved wildly to the music, reveling in the moment.
Some had even started more intimate activities right there on the spot.
But when Thanos's avatar opened the bar door, a pounding thump! Thump! Thump! hit his ears.
He preferred quiet, and the noise made him frown at once.
That was his nature. Most of the time, he preferred being alone in peace to gathering with friends.
The strong were always alone. Only ordinary people needed to lean on one another to move forward.
As he entered the bar, the first thing Thanos noticed was a photograph of himself propped against the wall.
It was no tribute or expression of admiration. It was a dartboard.
After all, that Snap thirty years ago had taken half of all life. The people of Blue Star hated the Thanos of this universe.
Being against Thanos had even become politically correct.
Two Black security guards at the entrance spotted him and immediately blocked his path. "No Asians allowed!" one said with disdain.
Even after the great catastrophe, Americans had lost none of their arrogance. They still looked down on everyone else.
In the United States, only taxes and discrimination were eternal.
And this Hellfire bar catered exclusively to elites. There was even less chance it would welcome an Asian.
Thanos frowned but said nothing. He kept walking.
His avatar might not have been strong, but that was only compared to his true body.
Before these ants, he was invincible. He saw no reason to think his way past them.
If he had not feared drawing the attention of the Celestials or some other unknown being, he would have fought his way straight in.
And if they truly angered him, he could always kill