"Summary of Day 116: Today I met a small team of three magic assassins, two tech warriors and thirty transformers."

"From the signs on their uniforms, these people should be members of the 66th Column of the Seventh Legion under their father's command."

"They wanted to kill me and almost succeeded. The toxin-soaked bǐ    shǒu almost pierced my heart. But in the end I won. It was me who laughed to the end, and they all died."

"But now, I'm having a problem."

"The amount of nutrient solution prepared in advance is not enough. I have to find a way to get some out of the tightly managed nutritional compartment, otherwise part of my body's wounds will heal slowly, which is very unfavorable for the battles that may occur next."

"Also, in today's battle, I discovered some of my shortcomings..."

Night falls, the Temple of Darkness, the Realm of Thanos.

Beckett, sitting at the gate of the temple base, bit his pen and tried his best to form today's bedtime diary with the vocabulary he had in his mind.

This one-year assessment started with an energy wave hitting the black dwarf. It has been 116 days since then.

In the past 116 days, the young Beckett has seen all kinds of magical abilities in the universe and was shocked by the strange technological weapons. Before participating in the assessment, the body was clean and without a scar is now covered with scars, and the temperament of the whole person has changed drastically compared to before the assessment.

Although his face is still tender, his cold and solemn temperament can easily make people ignore Beckett's age. This is a military medal that only a war-torn warrior can have. However, unlike those people, Beckett's hands are all stained with his own blood.

Thanos, who was determined to build his son's mentality with his lives, directly sent some of the suicide squad soldiers he trained to Ebony Throat. There were a total of 1,024 dead soldiers and a 3,000-person reformer brigade.

Now 116 days have passed, 404 dead soldiers and 520 transformed soldiers have been killed under Beckett's men.

"A person with such a smart ebony throat will definitely calculate my daily nutritional solution. He should have noticed it. So he will definitely set up an ambush next to the nutritional warehouse, and maybe the stupid black dwarf will be ambushed there."

Turning the laser pen made by zhōng        Baker, who held his cheek with one hand, tried hard to think about what he should do next. Because it was for the assessment, Becketer would have time to rest, think, and summarize every night.

During this period, 80% of the possible chances of Beckett being safe, and 20% of the possible chances of being attacked. In the words of ebony, as a warrior, you must develop the good habit of always paying attention to safety even when resting.

In order to develop this habit, Beckett paid a scar that almost penetrated his waist. It was the scar left by ebony's throat on his body the day after the assessment began. Even with the help of nutrient solution, it took Beckett ten days to heal.

That day Beckett remembered it very clearly. It was the first time he felt an almost heart-wrenching pain.

On this small notebook I carried with me, the second page is clearly written in black and white:

The weather was sunny on the second day of the assessment. Ebony's throat stabbed me in the waist tonight, and said that it was because my vigilance was too poor that he gave him a chance to attack. He stabbed him very deeply and I almost died.

It's not just ebony throat.

On the twelfth day of the assessment, the thirteenth day and the sixty-twoth day respectively gave Beckett a black dwarf with three axes; on the 6th day of the assessment, the thirty-seventh day and the seventy-threeth day of the assessment, Proxima Centauri, who left three swords and six holes on Beckett, and even stabbed Beckett's Dead Blade General with one spear several times.

Under the tempering of life and death, Beckett gradually abandoned all kinds of unnecessary actions he might make in battle and tried to make his fighting style more reasonable;

When facing the elusive Death Soldiers and the Reformed Man brigade, he knew how to deal with mysterious magic and learned to dismantle the parts on the transformed man to arm the technological weapons he needed, etc. These are the "rewards" Beckett received in this short 116 days.

Of course, all the names that left scars on him climbed onto the small blue notebook in Beckett's hand.

After finishing the special laser pen intermittently remembering today's revenge, Beckett, who put away his small notebook, decided to go to the surrounding area of ​​the nutritional warehouse to explore the wind first. See how many troops the hopelessly ill-eyed man, Ebony's hopeless man, arranged to station there.

"How much nutrient solution is left on Beckett's hands?"

Over the temple, Thanos, who was sitting upright on the floating throne, looked at his son using various techniques to flexibly break through the numerous levels set by the ebony throat, and his face showed his father's exclusive grin.

His hard work was not in vain, and Beckett's performance was like a real warrior.

"According to my calculations, there should be only about half a month left." The ebony throat who had been crafty for most of his life was still very accurate. After taking Beckett, he would definitely steal the nutrient solution, he had arranged for the Black Dwarf to lie around the nutritional warehouse with all the remaining dead soldiers and the transformed man army, waiting for Beckett to fall into the trap.

This time, he wants to perfectly show his magical operation in front of Thanos. It can not only allow Thanos to see Beckett be forced into a desperate situation and explode between life and death, but also allow Beckett to drag his seriously injured body away and recover from his wounded body.

It is rare that Thanos takes time to come back, so Ebony's throat naturally shows his ability to control the battle situation in front of him so that Thanos can transfer him out as soon as possible.

Although only 116 days have passed, the ebony who is sleeping in the temple every day racks his brains and tries his best to force Beckett to grow has already felt impatient in his heart, but he just dare not express it.

As the head of the Second Legion, his journey should be a magnificent sea of ​​stars, rather than being a nanny who does his best to play house with a seven-year-old child.

"It seems that you are very confident in your plan." Thanos, who took his eyes off his son, glanced at the ebony throat, with a hint of unpredictable meaning in his calm tone.

"Do you know why I suddenly came back today?" As if remembering something interesting, Thanos raised his head and looked at the full moon hanging high in the night sky of the Temple.

The cold moonlight is the way this planet expresses love to all life in the universe, illuminating their way home.

"Today's moon looks very round."
Chapter completed!