In Multiverse 9437,
Thanos was hosting three guests at a lavish feast on a large planet.
"Haha! I'm delighted you could visit my dimension. Come, have a drink..."
He drained his cup in two gulps, then turned it upside down to show it was empty.
Agamotto, Oshtur, and Hoggoth could hardly refuse such warm hospitality. They picked up their cups and drank.
Things had gone nothing like they had expected.
They had planned to slip into his dimension unnoticed, learn what they could, and then decide what to do.
Instead, he had discovered them the moment they entered and invited them to a feast.
To gather more information, they had no choice but to play along.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Thanos smiled faintly and clapped his hands.
"Let's have some special entertainment."
Soon, a group of scantily clad beauties entered the palace and began to dance.
There were handsome men among them too, several of whom kept casting flirtatious glances at Oshtur.
Among mortals, their looks would have been considered exceptional.
But Agamotto, Oshtur, and Hoggoth grew steadily more impatient as they watched.
They were the source of white magic, beings who had lived for billions of years. What hadn't they seen?
The dancing beauties and handsome men held no appeal for them whatsoever.
For Thanos's sake, though, they sat through it patiently. Their opinion of him continued to sink.
After all, if Thanos were confident he could defeat them, he would not have put on a show like this.
They held back only because they still could not gauge his strength.
Thanos watched the dancers while studying the three guests' reactions. Inwardly, he gave a cold smile.
He had not arranged this spectacle out of boredom.
Everything he did was meant to give them the