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

"Judging by the insignia on their uniforms, these people should be members of the 66th Column of the Seventh Army under my father."

"They tried to kill me, and they almost succeeded. The toxin-soaked dagger nearly punctured my heart. But in the end, I won. It was I who had the last laugh, and they were all dead. ”

"But now, I have a problem."

"The amount of nutrient solution prepared in advance is no longer enough, I have to find a way to get some of it out of the well-guarded nutrient bin, otherwise some of the wounds in my body will heal more slowly, which will be very detrimental to the battle that may occur next."

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

Nightfall, Dark Temple, Thanos Realm.

Beckett, who was sitting at the gate of the temple base, bit the tip of his pen and tried to use the vocabulary he had in his head to compose today's bedtime diary.

This year-long assessment began with a wave of energy blasting into the black dwarf, and 116 days have passed so far.

In the past 116 days, the young Beckett has seen all kinds of magical abilities in the universe, and has also been shocked by the strange technological weapons. Before participating in the assessment, the white and pure body without a scar is now scarred, and the temperament of the whole person has changed dramatically compared with before the assessment.

Although the face is still immature, the cold and solemn temperament makes it easy to ignore Beckett's age. This is a military medal that only a battle-hardened Predator can have, but unlike those people, Beckett's hands are stained with his own blood.

Thanos, who was determined and willing to use his men's lives to forge his son's strong mentality, directly sent some of the death squad fighters he had cultivated to Ebony Throat. A total of 1,024 dead soldiers, and a 3,000-strong transhuman brigade.

Now, 116 days have passed, and 404 dead soldiers and 520 reformed warriors have been killed under Beckett.

"Ebony Throat is such a shrewd person, he must have calculated my daily amount of nutrient solution, he should have noticed it. So he's going to set up an ambush on the edge of the nutrition warehouse, and maybe the stupid big black dwarf will be in ambush there. ”

Turning the special laser pointer in his hand, Beckett was holding his cheek with one hand, trying to think about what he should do next. Because it is an assessment, every night Beckett will have a time to rest, think, and summarize.

During this time, there is an 80 percent chance that Beckett will be safe, and a 20 percent chance that he will be attacked. In the words of Ebony Throat, it is that as a warrior, it is necessary to develop a good habit of always paying attention to safety, even when resting.

And to develop this habit, Beckett paid the price of a scar that almost ran through his waist. It was the day after the assessment began, and the scar was left on his body by Ebony Throat himself. Even with the help of nutrient solution, it took Beckett a full ten days to recover.

Beckett remembers that day vividly, it was the first time he felt pain that bordered on the rending of his heart.

On the second page of this small notebook that I carried with me, it was written clearly and clearly in black and white:

On the second day of the assessment, the weather was fine. Ebony stabbed me in the waist tonight, saying it was because I was so wary that I gave him a chance. He stabbed me so deep that I almost died.

It's not just ebony throats.

On the twelfth, thirteenth, and sixty-second days of the assessment, Beckett was given a black dwarf with three axes on all four limbs; On the sixth, thirty-seventh, and seventy-third days of the assessment, Beckett was left with three cuts and six holes in the dark night Proxima Centauri; even directly stabbed Beckett's Dead Blade General with a spear several times.

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

In the face of the elusive dead and the transhuman brigade, he learned how to deal with mysterious magic, and learned to disassemble the parts on the transformed to arm the technological weapons he needed, etc., these are the "rewards" that Beckett received in this short 116 days.

Of course, all the names that had left scars on his body climbed onto the little blue notebook in Beckett's hand.

After the special laser pointer intermittently remembered today's feud, Beckett, who put away the small notebook, decided to go to explore the wind around the nutrition warehouse first. Look at how many troops Ebony Throat, a hopelessly dirty man, has arranged to be stationed there.

"How much nutrient solution is left in Beckett's hand?"

Above the temple, Thanos, who was sitting on the floating throne, watched his son use various skills to break through the many levels set by Ebony Throat, and his face showed a smile of relief that was exclusive to the old father.

His painstaking training was not in vain, and Beckett performed as if he were a true fighter.

"According to my calculations, there should only be about half a month's dose left." The old scheming ebony throat has been calculating for most of his life, and this is still very accurate. After he was sure that Beckett would definitely steal the nutrient solution, he had arranged for Black Dwarf to ambush all the remaining dead soldiers and transhuman legions around the nutrition warehouse, waiting for Beckett to throw himself into the net.

This time, he wants to show off his magic operation perfectly in front of Thanos. can not only allow Thanos to see Beckett being cornered by himself and explode his potential between life and death, but also allow Beckett to drag his seriously injured body away safely to recuperate.

It's rare for Thanos to take the time to come back, and Ebony Throat naturally wants to show 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, Ebony Throat, who racks his brains in the temple every day to try to force Beckett to grow, has already developed impatience in his heart, but he doesn't dare to show it.

He is the head of the Second Legion, and his journey should be a magnificent sea of stars, not a dedicated nanny here to play with a seven-year-old child.

"It looks like you're pretty confident in your plans." Thanos, who had withdrawn his gaze from his son, glanced at Ebony Throat, and there was a hint of elusiveness in his calm tone.

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

The cold moonlight is the planet's way of showing love to all life in the universe, lighting their way home.

"Today's moon looks round."