"B-Beckett, Your Highness, is it really okay for us to just walk out like this?"
Centaurus Galaxy, Dark Order.
As Beckett landed within the base, The Other felt a pang of dread, his expression exceptionally timid.
What they were doing now was defying Thanos's orders.
Throughout the entire Dark Order, no, it should be said throughout the entire Centaurus Galaxy, Thanos was the supreme existence whose word was law.
Anyone who publicly defied Thanos's decree like they were doing now, without exception, would end up being chopped into side dishes by the king.
This was precisely why The Other was so panicked.
Beckett was Thanos's adopted son; if they were discovered in the end, he might not face severe consequences, at most another period of confinement. But for him, The Other, it was different.
As a complete outsider, Thanos wouldn't hesitate to eliminate him.
If one The Other died, there were countless replacements.
"What's the problem?"
"If you don't want to come, you can go back to Chitauri Prime right now." The Other was speechless, following closely behind Beckett, who was still under confinement, as they stealthily entered the base's data archives.
[We're here.]
Reaching the data archive door, Beckett scanned his surroundings. Seeing that no one was watching him, he used his fingerprint to unlock the door and slipped inside.
If he remembered correctly, the core technology for warship manufacturing within the Dark Order should be stored in this Number One Data Archive.
"Woz."
"Understood, Your Highness Beckett. Woz is connecting to the data archives." Woz, as an artificial intelligence life form, began downloading the relevant data.
"Beckett? What are you doing here?"
Leaning against the wall while waiting for the download to complete, Beckett's pupils contracted sharply. He followed the sound and saw a familiar figure.
It was Proxima Midnight, one of the Black Order under his adoptive father, Thanos.
"I should be the one asking that. Why are you here?" Beckett narrowed his eyes, feeling no panic at being caught. Instead, he immediately questioned Proxima Midnight.
In his memory, Proxima Midnight should have already left the Dark Order.
"Lord Thanos is on campaign, so I'm temporarily stationed in the Dark Order. Do you have a problem with that?" Proxima Midnight watched Beckett, whose expression remained unperturbed, with great interest, her lips curling upwards unconsciously.
"As for you..."
"If I recall correctly, you should be at the Dark Star Nebula Penal Colony on planet Q-91."
"Why are you here?"
"Or perhaps..." Proxima Midnight's gaze inadvertently flickered towards The Other, who was squatting in the corner, holding a scepter and drawing circles, trying his best to minimize his presence. The upward curve of her lips became even more playful.
The next second, her lithe body, encased in standard armor, retreated sharply.
Bang!
Proxima Midnight's body slammed violently against the cold wall!
"Since Father isn't here, you should know what to say and what not to say, right?"
With her dark hair flying wildly, Beckett's right palm firmly gripped Proxima Midnight's throat.
"Damn it! Are you insane?!"
Beckett's sudden move and arrogant attitude enraged Proxima Midnight, who had only intended to play around.
"Answer me."
Beckett met her gaze fearlessly, tightening his grip. Proxima Midnight suddenly felt a sense of suffocation and reluctantly nodded.
"Hoo..." Suddenly freed from the restraint, Proxima Midnight hunched over, supporting herself against the wall with her right hand, breathing heavily.
"Your Highness Beckett, the data download is complete."
Woz's prompt interrupted Beckett's cold stare. The Saiyan, flexing his wrists, turned to leave with The Other.
"Beckett, what exactly do you want to do?!"
"Do what I want to do."
Beckett paused, responded, and then left without looking back.
"Help Father find the Reality Stone."
[The Reality Stone?]
Rubbing his throat, Proxima Midnight frowned. She considered informing Thanos, who had already left the Dark Order, about this, but after thinking it over, she ultimately decided against it.
The reason was none other than Beckett's extremely cold gaze from before.
[He's not as cute as he was when he was little, Beckett...] Proxima Midnight, her body and throat aching, updated her assessment of Beckett, which she had last done thirty days ago.
...
Nine Realms, Midgard, Sector C53 on Ebony Maw's map.
The seven-colored light of the Bifrost suddenly descended, and three figures immediately appeared in the icy wilderness.
"Hiss..."
The moment she stepped onto the frozen land, faint steam rose from the magical, form-fitting suit Hela wore, which was inscribed with mysterious patterns and could automatically regulate temperature.
The moisture dampened Hela's face.
"The Energy Devouring Beast is on Midgard?"
Beckett, still dressed in his loose black combat suit, frowned and scanned the horizon. For miles in every direction, it was a vast expanse of white, with no sign of the Energy Devouring Beast.
Let alone the beast itself, not even a cat's whisker was visible.
"Heimdall said so. He saw the Energy Devouring Beast on Midgard."
"To be precise, the Energy Devouring Beast appeared here before."
"Heimdall saw it?" Beckett was deeply skeptical, feeling he might have been deceived.
"Heimdall can monitor the entire Nine Realms. What, is there a problem?" Seeing Beckett frown, Hela let out a scoff and, with a hint of pride, began to explain the terrifying capabilities of Heimdall, the powerful Asgardian, to Beckett.
Beckett dismissed it as nonsense.
He had met Heimdall before; he wasn't as strong or terrifying as Hela claimed.
Was she trying to fool him like a three-year-old child?
"You—" Beckett's disdain was evident to Hela, and she took it to heart. Just as she was about to retort, her words were cut off by an extremely harsh and noisy melody.
The music had a strong rhythm, interspersed with unintelligible mumbling... Beckett couldn't make out what was happening.
"This seems to be a special magical ritual," Beckett noted.
Faced with the unknown, the little encyclopedia Woz immediately stepped forward, opening a book in his hand.
"That's a summoning incantation from another dimension!"
Thanks to her mother being the wisest sorceress in the Nine Realms, Hela, after a few seconds of careful identification, nearly lost herself in the incantation.
"A summoning incantation from another dimension?"
Beckett heard another new term.
"It's an The Otherworldly Demon God, Your Highness Beckett."
Woz, transformed into a robotic cat, landed at Beckett's feet. He held an electronic book with no discernible pages and displayed the relevant information before Beckett.
Beyond the Nine Realms lay countless dimensional spaces.
In those dimensional spaces lived demon gods of varying strengths, who observed every corner of the universe worthy of their attention, and Midgard was one of them.
"Because they are demon gods from other dimensions, in various records, the people of Midgard refer to those mysterious beings who descend through various rituals as,"
"The Otherworldly Demon Gods."
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