Saiyan Adopted by Thanos

Thanos doesn't have much time to take care of the other now.

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

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

In that case, he is satisfied.

At the same time, in the q-91 star criminal law field, in the portal of the dark nebula, another bird and beast was brutally murdered by a certain big stomach king.

A love that crosses races has become someone's meal before reaching the final step of staying together and flying together.

"Woz, how many days has it been?"

Beckett, who was full of food and drink, 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 Lucky.

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

"You have been in the dark nebula for thirty days, Your Highness Beckett."

Woz, who faithfully recorded the time, informed the latter, and along the way took out a mechanical arm from his belly pocket to sort out the remains of Beckett's food.

[Has it been thirty days? 】

[Sure enough, the loss of the Reality 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 has gradually made Beckett feel depressed.

Thirty days, this is already a record-breaking time.

Before that, he had been locked up by his adoptive father for fifteen days at most, but this time it was doubled, depending on the situation, it might be much longer than that.

In the past 91 days, in the huge Q-[-] planet, only Woz can talk and chat with him.

This feeling made Beckett very uncomfortable, causing him to barely complete his daily training plan.

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

Feeling that his father would not be angry if he got the Reality Stone back, Beckett repeated the question he had asked twenty days ago.

There is no news of the location tracker of the collar on the neck of Yuanqi Beast.

"Not yet, Woz is still trying to retrieve it."

Woz, who had turned into a doraemon, was sitting beside him, his chubby little hands kept tapping the buttons on the light screen, with a sad expression on his face.

It blamed itself for not being able to help Beckett. It blamed itself so much that it didn't even have the mood to drink Saka special motor oil.

"Search?"

"Retrieve what?"

Hela's voice sounded extremely abrupt, and Beckett, who was staring sideways at the stone wall, curled his lips, but he didn't turn around at all.

When Hela's virtual image was completely condensed, what she saw was Beckett lying on the blanket with his back to her.

Well, in Beckett style as always, topless.

Hella rolled her eyes subconsciously.

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

Beckett, who was in a bad mood, slammed back mercilessly. The familiar tone and content convinced Hela that this Beckett was still the Beckett she knew.

"Ms. Hella, please don't do this kind of thing again. Connecting to my communication channel without permission will make His Royal Highness Beckett very distressed."

Woz, who had been hacked into the communication channel again, stood up, his round face full of seriousness and earnestness.

If possible, Woz really wants to shield her, but in fact, Hela, whose power is growing every day on Asgard, is not what Woz can block.

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

"Let's make a deal."

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

"I reject."

Beckett didn't bother to turn around, and before Hela could finish speaking, he rejected her succinctly.

Putting this confinement aside now, who is free to make a deal with you.

"...I'm serious, I need the core manufacturing technology of battleships."

Beckett simply closed his eyes.

He's staying on star Q-91—

"I have the whereabouts of the devouring beast."

Beckett opened his eyes.

"How about exchanging the whereabouts of Yuan Devourer for the core manufacturing technology of your battleship in the Dark Quadrant?"

Beckett sat up straight from the blanket, looked straight at Hela who was squatting in front of him, and said, "Deal."

"Bring your core technical information. I'll wait for you in Asgard. When you arrive, I'll take you to the place where the Yuan Devourer haunts."