"Are you sure this is going to work?"
On Sakaar, Hela sat on the roof of the house The Grandmaster had arranged for her, drinking Sakaar's unique vintage and enjoying the gentle caress of the breeze on her face. She gazed at the starry sky at a forty-five-degree angle, admiring the charming night view.
Unfortunately, Beckett was rather insensitive.
Not only did he barge into her place without so much as a by-your-leave, but he also flew onto the roof to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her, holding Ego's photo album.
"Disgusting."
Glancing at it dismissively, Hela poured herself more vintage. It was late at night, and she didn't want to see this man who ruined her appetite.
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Beckett frowned and landed directly in front of Hela. Just as he was about to speak, Hela interrupted him.
"Ego will definitely come. He's probably furious and on his way right now."
As she spoke, Hela subtly increased the distance between herself and Beckett.
He was too close; she could already smell the lingering scent of Nutrient Fluid on him.
"Unless he truly doesn't care about his reputation. But considering how Ego always talks about 'As a god,' do you think he wouldn't care?"
For Hela, doing something that would ruin someone's reputation, especially with Ego's pictures in hand, was not a big deal.
Having Woz extract stills from Ego's video clips and print them into a photo album was incredibly convenient.
Although the method might seem unsavory, Hela felt no qualms about suggesting it.
War was a dirty game, and everyone involved was a dirty player.
Having been raised by Odin and immersed in war since childhood due to awakening her Death Divinity, Hela didn't see anything wrong with her actions.
If you value your reputation, I'll ruin it. If you want to force Ego out of hiding, this method is undoubtedly the most effective for both of them right now.
If she had similar videos of Laufey, she would have gone even further, perhaps enough to give Laufey a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.
"My mother once told me that public opinion and thought are actually very sharp weapons."
"Especially when you hold decisive evidence."
"If Ego doesn't want his reputation to spread as the first god 'symbolizing freedom,' he will definitely appear on Sakaar to stop the release of the second photo album."
Glancing at Beckett, Hela felt a surge of intellectual superiority.
So what if you're strong? You still can't outmaneuver me in tactics?
"So you were holding that micro-recorder that day to capture any embarrassing moments that might happen when my divinity entered my body?"
Hela's hand trembled, and she spilled half her drink.
Beckett let out a scoff, used Ego's photo album as a cushion, and sat down squarely on "his" face.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking, but unfortunately, you didn't give me the chance." Exposed, Hela readily admitted it.
A hint of regret flickered across her features as she mentioned it.
"See, all you magic users are so devious," Beckett sneered, thinking of Ebony Maw, who was just as devious as his adoptive father Thanos.
"My upbringing taught me that this isn't deviousness; it's a necessity for victory in war."
"You'd think that after experiencing so many wars in your Dark Order, you'd understand?"
Hela, in turn, showed disdain for Beckett.
"Our wars don't drag on for ages like yours."
Casually taking a bottle of wine from Hela, Beckett looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, opened it with a single finger, and took a swig.
He smacked his lips afterward, "A bit sweet."
"If you're not drinking, get lost!"
Hela, at the end of her rope, kicked him.
She had never seen anyone so insulting. He barged in like he owned the place, questioned her, and then drank her wine as if nothing happened.
Just because you can fight, does that make you great?!
If you push me too far, I'll just Photoshop Ego's face onto someone else in those videos and spread them across the universe!
Beckett didn't even flinch. With one hand, he swatted away Hela's "feeble" attack.
Losing her balance, Hela stumbled and nearly fell headfirst off the roof.
"You're too weak; you're no match for me." Beckett's contemptuous gaze deeply pricked Hela's young, pitiful, and helpless heart.
"I admit I can't beat you right now, but if you have the guts, lower your power to my level and fight me!"
"I'll teach you a lesson!"
Enraged, Hela cast aside her upbringing. She felt she wouldn't be satisfied unless they fought.
If she didn't fight soon, she'd truly be angered to death.
"Even if you lower your power to my level, you still won't be my opponent." Beckett finished his drink and stood up, preparing to leave.
He was just passing by and wanted to confirm with Hela whether her plan was effective.
After all, five days had passed, and there was still no sign of Ego.
"Are you scared?"
Beckett paused, his loose black combat suit swaying gently in the breeze.
"You've already lost to me twice."
The first time on the Bloody Plains, the second time on Svartalfheim.
"Are you sure you want to go for a third time?"
Under the moonlight, Beckett wagged his tail. His right hand was behind his back, his left hand extended forward, palm up, a defiant smirk on his lips.
"Shut up, I won't lose this time."
Hela, who had styled her hair in a way that looked like she was ready to fight, flung her hands, and two longswords instantly appeared in her grasp. She leaped from the rooftop and charged at Beckett.
Then Beckett kicked her straight into the wall of the adjacent building!
"Pathetic."
Beckett retracted his right leg, his blond hair flying, his emerald eyes filled with disdain.
"Again!"
A pitch-black blade shot out from the house, which had already been reduced to ruins. As Beckett moved, he directly locked Hela's throat with his left hand and slammed her fiercely to the ground!
*BANG!*
Cracks spread across the earth. The houses around the two, who were inexplicably getting more and more excited as they fought, all turned into ruins.
Jennifer and Zola, a pair of their own kind who had thought something major had happened and were still talking inside the house, heard the commotion. They exchanged a glance and immediately ran out.
What met their eyes were two figures locked in combat.
Beckett and Hela.
To be precise, it was a one-sided beatdown.
"Your left hand is weak, your backhand is unrefined, your stance is unstable..."
"Even if I suppress my strength to your level, you're still far too lacking."
"I should have told you this back in Jotunheim, right?"
Under the moonlight, the man had the woman firmly pinned beneath his feet. He bent down, resting his right forearm on his thigh, and extended two fingers towards Hela with his left hand, his mouth full of mockery:
"You're still twenty thousand years too early if you want to beat me."
Completely unable to resist, Hela, panting, pounded the ground in frustration but was helpless and unable to retort.
New Goal: When she becomes successful and powerful in the future, she will definitely crush Beckett under her feet!
Hela, clutching her chest and rubbing it, grit her teeth.
Not far from the two, The Other, holding a scepter, was munching on snacks and chatting with the robotic cat Woz, who was guzzling down a can of Sakaar oil. They were already used to this.
These two always fought whenever they met.
Thanks to Drunken Hope, ccbuptct, No No Yes No No, Our Forefathers for the tips~
Working hard in the pouring rain and typhoon, sigh...
I don't want to work hard anymore, sob sob sob
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