A dazzling beam of light pierced through the dense and chaotic stars, disappearing at extreme speed into a very special place in the universe.
On Sakaar, the Grandmaster, who looked exactly like the Collector, was enjoying his delicious breakfast. In the next second, he suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping towards the distant junkyard.
"This aura... is it that old fossil from Knowhere?"
Because the Collector was waiting for the Flower of Life to bloom on Knowhere, the Grandmaster himself had paid a visit to Knowhere.
He had thought everyone on that planet was weak, but unexpectedly, a terrifyingly powerful old fossil had appeared.
Although he looked like he was on his last legs, this old fossil had beaten the Collector half to death when he tried to turn the entire Knowhere into his nourishment.
"What did that old fossil send me?"
The Grandmaster put down his breakfast, frowning and thinking hard. He tried to contact the Collector, who had sent a batch of slaves just two days ago, but he received no response at all.
His Arena was currently booming, and if that old guy came to cause trouble himself, it would be a disaster.
He couldn't bear to lose this foundation he had painstakingly built, especially the divine remains he had picked up from the junkyard. They made the Grandmaster love this place even more.
Picking up trash had a boundless future; the Grandmaster had deeply realized this.
"Go and see what's going on."
Out of caution, after much deliberation, the Grandmaster decided to send two teams to investigate the situation.
"Yes!"
...
Sakaar, Eastern Junkyard.
A beam of light descended from the sky, and four figures immediately appeared in this garbage-strewn place.
"His Highness Beckett?!"
The Other, completely confused about the situation, turned his head and saw Beckett slumped beside him. Shocked, he reached out to help him up, but Beckett pushed him away.
"Get lost!"
He stumbled, landing squarely on a sharp protrusion in the junkyard, his face instantly turning purple.
"Ah!!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!"
The scepter embedded with the Mind Stone was immediately dropped to the ground by The Other. He jumped three feet in the air, clutching his backside with both hands.
"Be quiet!"
Hela, who was extremely irritable, punched The Other directly on the forehead. The latter's eyes went starry, and he collapsed feebly.
"Where is this..."
"His Highness Beckett, according to the data, this should be Sakaar." As the Grandmaster's lair, Sakaar, though mysterious, was not entirely unrecorded in Thanos's database.
After all, the Grandmaster could be considered one of the top powerhouses in the universe.
"Sakaar?"
With difficulty, Beckett took out the last six bottles of Nutrient Fluid from his bracelet space. He had planned to drink them all, but after some thought, he decided to keep one bottle just in case and drank the other five.
A surge of power began to flow within Beckett's body. His arm and knee, which had been crushed by Ego, began to recover under the effect of the Nutrient Fluid.
Intense pain struck, but Beckett's expression remained unchanged.
This pain was less than one ten-thousandth of what Ego had inflicted on him.
"Yes, Sakaar. His Highness Beckett, you can think of it as a large-scale cosmic garbage recycling station. According to Lord Thanos's records, Sakaar is the location of the mysterious cosmic figure, the Grandmaster."
Sakaar, an extremely peculiar planet.
The surface of this planet was surrounded by many cosmic passages. Ordinary ships could not normally enter or exit Sakaar's outer space, and it was quite dangerous. Due to its special geographical location and characteristics, it was used by people from other planets as a junkyard and a place for exiling criminals.
Of course, it was said that due to the numerous cosmic passages surrounding it, the divine remains of some gods had been sucked in, but no one had ever confirmed the truth of this matter.
"Judging from what that sage from Knowhere said, this legend is probably true."
The injuries inflicted by Ego on Beckett were indeed severe. Even after drinking five bottles of Nutrient Fluid, Beckett still lay on the ground for a full three seconds before he could stand up again.
"What?"
"What did you say, His Highness Beckett?"
The Other, having finally recovered, picked up the scepter from the ground and cautiously walked to Beckett's side, bowing and asking.
"It's none of your business."
Beckett glanced at him coldly. His icy gaze made The Other feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
"Are you really sure you can awaken, no, create Divinity in a place like this?"
Hela asked, frowning as she surveyed their surroundings, her arms crossed over her chest.
She was increasingly fond of this pose; it felt natural and comfortable.
"...I don't know." Glancing at Hela, Beckett walked straight towards Jennifer, who was sitting on the ground, withdrawn. Her short, ear-length golden hair had lost its usual dazzling luster.
"But, what I do know is that I will kill Ego."
"Absolutely."
His tone was light, but firm.
Unusually firm.
"So, tell me, what is this method Gubo spoke of for creating Divinity?"
Beckett stood before Jennifer, asking with a focused voice.
The woman, burying her face in her arms and sobbing, had no desire to engage with Beckett.
Her lifelong struggle had been shattered by Robin with a single kick. Her teacher, who had guided her for a thousand years, had sacrificed himself to save her, even after arranging for the two races of Knowhere to have a way out. He had stopped Ego and dragged Robin to mutual destruction.
Why...
Why was she so useless...
She had planned it all out perfectly, to defeat Robin using the two Infinity Stones in Beckett's hand along with the one in her teacher's hand...
And Ego...
Why did he think she had deceived his so-called divine dignity... She had left him because of love...
"Hey, tell me, what's the method?!"
Beckett, also suppressing anger in his heart, bent down and grabbed Jennifer by the collar. The clear tear tracks and bewildered look on her face told him everything; she hadn't heard a word.
Slap!
A bright red handprint appeared on Jennifer's cheek, instantly bringing her to her senses. Grinding his teeth in anger, Beckett glared at her, his voice cracking.
Her jaw trembled with rage.
"What's with that expression?"
"What's with that look in your eyes?"
"What's with those tears streaming down your face?"
He yanked Jennifer forcefully towards him, Beckett firing off three questions.
His indifferent tone drew a sharp gaze from Hela, who stood behind him.
"Tell me the method for condensing Divinity, now."
Beckett's eyes grew colder.
He would have his revenge on Ego.
Those who were marked by him in his childhood were all retaliated against as he grew up. Now, Ego would be no exception.
"And after I tell you? What do you want to do? What can you do?"
Jennifer remained unmoved, meeting Beckett's gaze directly.
What she found incredible was that this man's eyes held no despair or defeat like her own.
"I want to... slay a God."
He felt that three-part questions were better. Should he stick to three-part questions from now on?
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