Chapter 244: The Miserable State of Grandmaster

Chapter 244: The Miserable State of Grandmaster

"Alright, but I plan to take a look around here."

Thor nodded, then shook his head. Since he was already here, he might as well wander around, as there was no rush to leave.

"A planet where a Grandmaster can stay for a long time might have other rewards," Thor mused.

Loki's plan was simpler: he wanted to plunder everything. He believed that the possessions of a Celestial would surely include many unique items, preferably magical books.

Hulk's thoughts were even simpler: as long as he could stay near Wanda and the others, he was content.

As for the Grandmaster, with a Angewomon present, neither Thor nor Loki were worried. In fact, there was no need to worry. Even if the Angewomon were to be defeated and the Grandmaster attempted to harm Wanda and Bella, the only one certain to die would be the Grandmaster.

At their level, covering vast distances was just a matter of moments.

Even if Wanda and Bella were killed, they had the ability to reverse time.

Such was the exaggeration at the single-universe level.

Indeed, things unfolded just as Loki and Thor imagined. Thor, accompanied by Hulk and Pietro, roamed around Sakaar, even watching the gladiators' battles in the arena, discovering a few interesting individuals.

Loki was busy ransacking the Grandmaster’s palace.

Meanwhile, Wanda and Bella were enjoying a luxurious feast in the top-floor hall of the Grandmaster's tower with Gamora and Nebula.

As for the Grandmaster, he was being brutally beaten on that sandy planet.

Literally beaten.

Boom!

A brilliant meteor fell, and the Grandmaster's figure plummeted from the sky, crashing into the ground. Half of the sandy planet's surface cracked, sandstorming everywhere, making it impossible to see.

The entire planet shook, on the brink of destruction.

The Grandmaster was frustrated to the point of despair. In a short time, the Angewomon had severely injured him. If not for his high life level and strong self-healing ability, he would have died countless times already.

Of course, the Grandmaster wasn’t afraid of death.

He couldn’t die in the true sense.

Due to the decree of the Supreme God, death forbade elders from entering her domain. He had been killed several times but always resurrected.

But death was never the most frightening thing.

The Grandmaster knew this well.

Perhaps no one else knew his secret, especially the Angewomon. But he couldn’t die, because upon resurrection, the Angewomon would realize his uniqueness.

Then her goal would likely shift from killing to imprisoning or sealing him.

Such methods were not unheard of.

Once imprisoned or sealed, he would face endless eons of solitude, a torment worse than death.

So now the Grandmaster was pondering escape.

He had already tried to surrender, but the Angewomon showed no signs of relenting, not even speaking to him.

The Grandmaster was genuinely regretting his actions.

His hobby had led him into an uncontrollable dire situation.

The worst part was his backup, the Collector, might not be able to reach him.

With space sealed, the Collector couldn’t even arrive.

He could only hope the Collector was smart enough. With two Celestials against one, they might at least maintain a balance, negotiate, or simply surrender, offering some price or bargaining chip to quell the Angewomon's wrath.