Thirty days have passed since Beckett was locked up.

Beckett, who still thinks he is right, continues to live a life of peace and stability on the q-91 star, causing Thanos, who is waiting for him to take the initiative to reflect on the dark base, to shake his head and sigh in secret.

The child is grown up and has ambitions and is hard to take care of.

"Mr. Thanos, the army has been assembled and can be ready to set off at any time."

Ebony Throat, who is Thanos' deputy, respectfully reminded.

Time will not stop working just because Beckett is alone. Thanos, who has been waiting for him for thirty days, still has his own things to do.

You cannot delay the power you want to pursue by educating your son. Public is public and private is private. Thanos has always been very clear about it.

"Oh, by the way, Lord Thanos, the Zitarri tried to sneak into the criminal court with his tools to find Beckett."

"This is the sixtieth time in these thirty days." As Thanos' deputy, Ebony's throat is in charge of all the big and small things in the dark quadrant. The other's continuous stupid behavior naturally cannot avoid his eyes.

"The other, that Chitari." Thanos, who was holding a giant blade, stood by the window, staring at the dark quadrant base outside the window, without saying anything more.

The loyalty of Beckett, the subordinate, was beyond his expectations.

"Whatever he wants to do."

Thanos doesn't have much time to care about the other.

This time there is a highly developed magic civilization in the planet to be saved, and Thanos cannot be distracted from caring about his adopted son.

Now he only hopes that when he returns, he can see Beckett who already knows how to reflect on himself.

In that case, he will be satisfied.

At the same time, in the q-91 star criminal field, in the dark nebula gate, another bird and a beast were tragically killed by a big eater.

A love that transcends race has not yet reached the last step of two-day flights, but has become someone's on-the-trade meal.

"Woz, what day has it been?"

Filled and drunk, Beckett lay naked on a blanket made of soft fur, looking up at the eternal starry sky above his head.

This is the wonder of q-91 dark luck.

There is no difference between day and night here. The bright starry sky that always occupies the field of vision can always make a person's most basic concept of time confusing.

"You have been in the Dark Nebula for thirty days, His Highness Beckett."

Woz, who faithfully recorded the time, informed the latter and took out his mechanical arm from his abdomen pocket to sort out the remaining wreckage of Beckett.

【Thirty days?】

【Sure enough, the loss of the real gem still made my father very angry.】

Beckett, who was not on the same communication channel as Thanos, turned over and stared at the stone wall that was close at hand. The confinement these days gradually made Beckett feel depressed.

Thirty days, it's already a record-breaking time.

Before this, he had been imprisoned by his adoptive father for fifteen days, and this time it doubled. It may be much more than that.

In the past thirty days, within the huge q-91 stars, only Woz can still talk and chat with him.

This feeling made Beckett feel uncomfortable, which made him reluctant to complete his daily training plan.

"Is there still no news about the Yuan-Devouring Beast Woz?"

Beckett, who felt that if he had retrieved the reality gem, would not have continued to be angry, repeated the questions he had asked twenty days ago.

The collar positioning tracker on the neck of the Yuan-Devouring Beast has not been heard of yet.

"Not yet, Woz is still trying to search."

Woz, who turned into a dormant cat, sat aside, with his chubby little hands constantly typing on the buttons on the light screen, showing a sad face.

The reason why he couldn't help Beckett made him blame himself, so he was so sad that he was not in the mood to drink Zacart's engine oil.

“Retrieve?”

“What to search?”

Hela's voice sounded extremely suddenly, and Beckett, who was staring sideways at the stone wall facing the wall, curled his lips, but there was no intention of turning around.

When Hela's virtual image completely condensed, all she saw was Beckett lying on the blanket and facing her back.

Well, as always Beckett style, naked upper body.

Haila rolled her eyes subconsciously.

"It has nothing to do with you, get out."

Beckett, who was in a bad mood, retorted without any mercy. His familiar tone and content made Hela convinced that this Beckett was the Beckett he knew.

"Ms. Hela, please stop doing this. It will bother His Highness Beckett if you connect to my communication channel without permission."

Woz, who was invaded by the communication channel, stood up, his round and big face full of seriousness and seriousness.

If possible, Woz really wanted to block her, but in fact, Hela, whose strength is growing every day on Asgard, was not something Woz could block at all.

"It's just that there's something to talk to Beckett." Hela shrugged, and the virtual image passed through Woz's round body and walked in front of Beckett.

"Let's make a deal."

If you want to develop Asgard's technological warship career as the fastest speed, it is undoubtedly the most convenient and fastest way to trade with Beckett.

"I refuse."

Beckett was too lazy to turn around, and before Hela could finish speaking, he rejected her concisely and clearly.

Now that I am in a lockdown, who has time to make a deal with you?

“………I meant it was true that I needed the core manufacturing technology of the warship.”

Beckett simply closed his eyes.

He is staying on q-91 stars-

"I have the whereabouts of the Yuan-Devouring Beast."

Beckett opened his eyes.

"How about using the whereabouts of the Yuan-Devouring Beast to exchange for the core manufacturing technology of your Dark Quadrant's warship?"

Becket sat upright from the blanket, staring straight at Hela, who was squatting in front of him, and said, "Trade."

"Bring your core technical information with you. I'll wait for you in Asgard. When you arrive, I'll take you to the place where the Yuan-Devouring Beast appears."

Hela's virtual image slowly disappeared, Beckett sneered, and his hair instantly dyed golden!

Confinement?

It does not exist.

What kind of confinement should be locked up? When he finds the Yuan-Devouring Beast back and lets it spit out the reality gem, his adoptive father Thanos will definitely be very happy. By then, there will be any confinement.

Boom!!!

Two bronze doors on the q-91 star were instantly shot away. Beckett, who was shining with golden light, stepped on the janitor's body under his feet, breathing free air, his mouth slightly raised, and his smile was unruly.

"Bei, His Highness Beckett?"

In order to find a way to get into the criminal court and accompany Beckett, the other stared at Beckett who was out of trouble, and the cup used to rinse his mouth fell to the ground.

Asgard, Hela's Palace.

Hela, who had hung up the communication, frowned and pondered: [Speaking of this, why is Beckett still in that desolate place?]

Thirty days ago, she saw Beckett there.

Still here in these thirty days?

Judging from Beckett's appearance, he doesn't seem to be performing a mission.

"His Highness Hela, your Majesty let you go." The maid knocked on the door and informed.

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Nine Realms, Midgart.

Under a certain mountain range, the Yuan-Devouring Beast with a collar around its neck was running wildly on the snow. Behind it, several magic creatures from other dimensions were chasing them.
Chapter completed!