Godslayer, a word that implied absolute rebellion.
It should have sounded ridiculous, but Jennifer found herself unable to laugh.
Her cheeks were stained with blood, her tone was calm, and Beckett hadn't offered any extra explanations or gestures when he said it.
"Why do you think you can be a Godslayer?"
Licking her slightly dry lips, Jennifer didn't even dare to meet Beckett's gaze.
She didn't know why.
Was it inferiority?
Or did she think Beckett was talking nonsense?
"I think Ego already made it clear before. As an outsider, you are destined to be rejected by this universe."
"You can't even fully unleash your power. How do you think you can be a Godslayer?"
"Even if you keep improving, do you think Ego will just stand still and wait for you to catch up?"
After planning for so long, it all amounted to nothing. Jennifer's mindset had started to become self-destructive, and Beckett's declaration of being a Godslayer sounded incredibly jarring to her.
"What does Ego say have to do with me?"
"What?"
Hearing this, Jennifer struggled to pry apart Beckett's five fingers gripping her collar, looking at Beckett as if he were an idiot.
Beckett's gaze grew more mocking: "Why can Ego dictate my destiny?"
"I am me. My name is Beckett."
"I decide my own future, not him."
Beckett raised his index finger, the mockery in the corner of his eyes causing Jennifer to bite her red lips tightly, and Hela, who was watching from the side, curved her lips into a playful smile.
"My father once said that true strong people never let the words of others shake their inner resolve."
"Your father sure talks a lot," Hela couldn't help but tease.
"...Do you want to die?" Beckett turned sideways, his icy gaze falling upon Hela, who stood with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Pretend I didn't say anything," Hela shrugged, found a stone wall to sit on, crossed her legs, and motioned for Beckett to continue his performance with great interest.
"So, tell me, what is the method Gubo mentioned for creating Divinity?"
With Hela's interruption, Beckett lost the mood to continue: "I won't ask the same question a third time."
"Why should I tell you?"
Jennifer stubbornly forced herself to meet Beckett's gaze, her imposing presence clearly diminished by three points compared to before.
"Because you have no choice," Beckett pointed his left index finger at his own head.
"In my mind, there are over six hundred ways to injure someone without killing them, over nine hundred recipes for toxins that can cause unbearable pain, and over a thousand bizarre dissection techniques."
"Do you want to try?"
The cold gaze sent a shiver down Jennifer's spine, her hair standing on end. Her intuition told her that Beckett wasn't joking; everything he said was true.
"Or."
Beckett pointed at The Other, who had recovered and picked up his scepter: "Do you want to experience being controlled by the Mind Stone?"
The Other, suddenly singled out, looked up at Beckett, immediately stood up, and raised the scepter in his hand. The Mind Stone embedded at the top of the scepter emitted a cold glow under the sunlight.
"The method to condense Divinity is—"
"Don't move!"
"Hands where I can see them, all of you!"
Jennifer's words were interrupted by a powerful, resonant voice.
Twenty burly men armed with firearms appeared above the giant pit where Beckett and the others were. Their silver gun barrels were all aimed at Beckett and the others in the pit.
"Yo, the quality of trash this time seems a bit high."
The leading man adjusted his suspenders, the sound of the leather strap colliding with his bronze muscles inexplicably exciting him.
Especially after seeing Hela and Jennifer.
One with long, dark hair, elegantly crossed legs, and a playful smile on her lips that pierced his chest like an arrow;
One with short, blonde hair, a lost and lonely gaze, her dejected appearance made him want to comfort her, to fulfill her.
It had been a long time since such high-quality "trash" had arrived on Sakaar. The suspender-wearing man ignored Beckett and The Other, his smile becoming even brighter. "Hey, you two, what kind of trash are you?"
"Huh?"
Hela, hearing this, stopped swinging her right leg, a murderous intent appearing in her eyes after being verbally offended.
"Do you know who you're talking to?"
Hela twirled her long sword, her noble and deadly aura fusing together, striking the heart of the suspender-wearing man.
"When you're thrown into this junkyard, you have only one identity: trash."
The words had barely left his mouth when a flash of sword light severed the suspender-wearing man's head.
Body and head separated, blood staining the ground.
"Open fire!!!!"
The death of the suspender-wearing man was something none of them had expected. The second-in-command, once they reacted, immediately gave the order to attack!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!!
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!!
All sorts of fiery streams spewed forth, engulfing the four people in the giant pit in an instant, kicking up sky-obscuring dust and debris!
"Team Two, go down and survey the situation. Team One, send the intelligence log to headquarters and be ready to provide support at any time!"
All the men responded by pressing the armor activation buttons on their chests, and heavy technological armor instantly enveloped their entire bodies like mercury.
"Beep beep beep!!"
Suddenly, the energy detection device began to blare an alarm. Through the sky-obscuring dust, a blood-stained figure descended from the sky. The energy condensed in his palms erupted violently, and a silver-white energy field instantly enveloped the nineteen panicked soldiers, along with the surrounding junkyard, obliterating them into ash!
"Your Highness Beckett, these should be soldiers under The Grandmaster."
Woz's panel displayed the character models of the twenty soldiers.
As someone who reigned supreme on Sakaar and created the Sakaar Arena, The Grandmaster had countless soldiers under his command. They were all scum exiled from other planets to Sakaar, but The Grandmaster had them all neatly organized.
"So, this entire planet is under The Grandmaster's control?" Beckett frowned as he landed, completely ignoring the three people behind him who were each projecting energy shields.
"Not entirely, Your Highness Beckett. Some powerful individuals have only a normal cooperative relationship with The Grandmaster."
"And those conscripted as soldiers are not very strong. Most of the powerful individuals exiled here have actually been placed in the Sakaar Arena by The Grandmaster."
A light screen flickered, and information about the Sakaar Arena appeared before Beckett.
...
"Beckett, Son of Thanos."
"Hela, daughter of Odin."
"Jennifer, that Gafa Pharaoh's immortal disciple."
"Interesting, that old immortal actually sent these three here."
In the arena, The Grandmaster, having already eaten breakfast, looked at the faces of the characters that the wiped-out squad had desperately sent back. After comparing them with the information in the database, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
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