The Grandmaster, also known as the "Grandmaster."
One of the ancient, high-level life forms that has existed since the beginning of the universe, he is brothers with The Collector, another high-level life form.
However, unlike The Collector, who is passionate about collecting all sorts of mysterious artifacts, The Grandmaster's pleasure comes from gathering powerful individuals from across the universe and bringing them into the Arena to watch their brutal battles.
Passionate about all sorts of betting, he is also the mastermind behind the Arena's massive gambling operations.
This is also one of the reasons he occupied Sakaar.
The individuals exiled to this place are all ruthless, and The Grandmaster is truly satisfied by their brutal fights.
The visceral thrill of bone-crunching impact makes The Grandmaster unable to stop.
"Beckett, Hela."
"Interesting, truly interesting."
The Grandmaster's eyes grew brighter as he read the information, his excitement mounting.
The reputations these two had forged were considerable.
"The Son of Thanos, who single-handedly destroyed the N52 Planet and U40 Planet, and nearly destroyed Svartalfheim."
"The daughter of Odin, who fought across the Nine Realms during the war and slaughtered countless people."
The Grandmaster could already imagine the visual feast these two would provide for him.
It would be a bloody, gluttonous feast that would surely capture everyone's attention.
Provided, of course, that they could both enter the Arena.
Thinking of the most crucial part, The Grandmaster finally pulled himself out of his near-ecstatic pleasure and fell into thought.
Should he just forcibly abduct them?
It wasn't impossible; The Grandmaster could do it. After all, they were just two youngsters, and it would be no difficulty for him.
However, doing so would likely prevent him from appreciating their full strength. What if they held back or sandbagged?
He didn't have any leverage over them.
"No, that's not right. These people were all sent by that old man. There must be a reason." The Grandmaster didn't believe that the man cursed by Death on Knowhere had sent Beckett and the others to Sakaar just for sightseeing.
"Why... why is it..." Tapping his chin with his right hand, five fingers at a time, The Grandmaster muttered. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned and brought up his storage list.
Searching through his belongings, he retrieved the hand bones and various skull images he had casually tossed aside.
"That's right. Given that old man's personality, the only thing on Sakaar that could attract him would likely be these divine remains."
"That's why he would send his disciples here as well."
The Grandmaster narrowed his eyes, the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
This meant that if he organized a fighting tournament and offered the divine remains as the champion prize...
And he could also set up another gambling pool, opening bets on the outcome of each match...
Simultaneously catering to his two remaining hobbies, The Grandmaster grew more excited as he began to arrange the rules for the first fighting tournament.
To better motivate the participants, he could also set up a Hall of Fame within the Arena. As long as one won the fighting tournament, their portrait could be displayed on the Hall of Fame for later generations to admire.
"Yes, yes, that's it..."
With ideas flowing like a spring, The Grandmaster licked his lips and continued to refine the rules for Sakaar's first Grand Fighting Tournament.
Of course, after finishing the rules, The Grandmaster did not forget to add a line at the very bottom: "The Grandmaster reserves the final right to interpret these rules."
Just in case. He wouldn't give away the divine remains so easily.
He still needed them for soup.
These bones made for incredibly delicious stew.
...
"The way for you to condense Divinity is to boil the divine remains into soup."
Jennifer, standing amidst the leveled junkyard after the energy barrier was removed, saw Beckett looking at her and pouted, consciously picking up their interrupted conversation.
"Boil... soup...?"
Such a novel method made Beckett instinctively suspicious.
Was Jennifer trying to fob him off?
"The Other."
"Yes, His Highness Beckett!"
The Other, who had shakily removed the energy barrier and whose legs felt weak, immediately stood at attention. He pointed his scepter at Jennifer, whose expression was somewhat unnatural.
"I'm telling the truth."
Jennifer's face grew even more displeased.
She didn't want to be controlled.
"You are someone rejected by this universe. It is almost impossible for you to condense Divinity from nothing."
"Even if you've reached the point of condensing Divinity, the existing universal rules won't allow an outsider like you to break the balance they maintain."
"At this point, you'll need a cover."
"And that cover is the Divinity remaining on the divine remains."
"Use a special cooking method to boil down the Divinity from those bones, along with the bones themselves, into a soup and drink it, locking that Divinity within your body."
"When you're about to condense Divinity, time it perfectly. At the very moment your Divinity is about to take shape, release the bone Divinity you've locked inside yourself to confuse the universal rules and achieve your goal."
"By the time the power of the rules detects Divinity representing an external force appearing in the universe, it will be too late."
"It will be a done deal. Once Divinity is condensed, it can never be dispersed unless you die."
"Therefore, once Divinity is successfully condensed, you will feel the malice of this universe directed at you, because in principle, the universe's rules do not permit an outsider like you to break them."
"In other words, if you don't condense Divinity, you might live a more stable life. But once you succeed, the rules of the entire universe will target you at every breakthrough point as you strengthen your Divinity until you become a true God."
"If you can withstand that targeting, you can rewrite the universal rules step by step. But if you can't, you will die."
"This means your future opponent is this universe."
Fearing she might be controlled, Jennifer blurted out everything her teacher, Gubo, had told her.
"What is this special cooking method?"
"I can't tell you right now, and don't even think about controlling me. My teacher protected that part of my memory with the Power Stone's energy. If you try to use the Mind Stone, the part of the Stone's power left in me will automatically erase the memory."
As the Great Sage of Knowhere, Gubo had meticulously planned everything.
Although he had chosen Beckett as the third person, he still placed more hope in his disciple, whom he had been teaching for a thousand years.
"Once we get the divine remains, we'll each take half, and then I'll tell you the method."
"What do you need the divine remains for?" Beckett frowned.
"Didn't you say it yourself, that my future is determined by me?" Jennifer met Beckett's gaze without fear.
"..."
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