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Chapter 239: Light (1)

"You can call me Abe, or whatever name you want, but people here call me Old Man. As you can see, I am the oldest gladiator here."

An old man in a silver robe sat outside Thor's cell. He was a Sakaaran, his skin was red, but age had made his body very thin, almost like he belonged to a different race.

"You are the new one that the prince has taken an interest in, so I came to tell you about the rules of the Sakaar Star gladiators..." The old man, called Abe, held a long spear in his hand. Although he was old, his speech was still clear, but his teeth were trembling a bit, as if he lacked confidence.

Thor, locked to the dungeon wall, rolled his cloudy eyes and looked at the old man. With a hoarse voice, he asked, "They caught another Asgardian... who is he?"

Abe shook his head and said, "Wait until the day of the fight, you need to wear the designated armor and helmet, hold your weapons, this is your weapon, do you need me to introduce it to you?"

Abe showed Thor the long spear in his hand. Thor's gaze fell on it, and he showed a somewhat mocking expression. His facial muscles, which had not made an expression for a long time, were a bit stiff.

Thor's cheeks were completely sunken, his eyes deep in his eye sockets. He no longer looked like the heroic Asgardian prince, but like a prisoner who had been locked up for many years.

But after his eyes regained some spirit, a sharper temperament emerged from him, making every expression he made very eye-catching. Abe saw his expression and said, "I have only heard about the Asgardian gods from others. I heard that you are born with powerful strength. You better show your true strength, maybe the prince will let you go."

"Is that person your prince?" Thor asked. "What is his name?"

When mentioned Prince Yasha, Abe trembled, then said, "How can I mention his name with disrespect? He is the most respected prince on Sakaar Star, the emperor's favorite youngest son, and the future master of Sakaar Star..."

"...Why do you all worship him so much?" Thor interrupted.

"Because he is the most respected prince on Sakaar Star..."

Abe kept repeating the same words, as if reciting an article. After a while, he stood up tremblingly, threw the spear in front of Thor's cell, and said, "Later, the prince will let you out to fight with his fierce gladiators. You must remember to wear your clothes and armor, and take your weapons..."

He said, and then he left with a hunched back. Soon, Sakaaran guards walked into the dungeon, opened Thor's cell door, unlocked the shackles on his wrists, and escorted him out of the dungeon.

After walking up from the dungeon, they arrived at a not-so-large training ground, and Prince Yasha was standing in the center of the training ground. Two strong aliens were fighting in front of him.

When he saw Thor coming over, he smiled. He was in a good mood and talked a lot. He waved his hand to signal his subordinates to release Thor, but did not unlock his handcuffs and shackles. He let him stand in place and asked, "What do you think of them? How do they compare to your Asgardian warriors?"

Thor did not answer. His figure was thin, his expression was haggard, and he had no expression. Prince Yasha's expression became a bit ugly. He said, "Asgardian, you better put down your pride. You are just trash thrown out by your own people. You have no difference from them now. You are all my slaves!"

"Who is the other Asgardian you caught?" Thor's eyes stared at Prince Yasha. There was a sharpness in his eyes, like a blade, that had never appeared on Thor before.

In the past, Thor, like most Asgardians, had a resolute expression that revealed a heroic temperament. But now, he was like a blunt weapon turned into a sharp one, from a war hammer into a long spear.

Prince Yasha, looking at his eyes, took a step back, feeling a bit nervous. But soon, he reacted and found that his actions just now had made him angry, so he ordered the guards to whip Thor.

The guards pressed Thor's shoulders and forced him to kneel down. Prince Yasha looked at him and said, "Don't look at me with that kind of eyes, you damn trash! I am the heir to the throne of Sakaar Star, the most noble prince!"

Thor lowered his gaze. Prince Yasha thought he was scared and was about to show a smug expression. But he heard Thor's hoarse voice say, "Now I understand how ridiculous what I did before was."

"Just like you are now, perhaps in the eyes of some higher beings, I was just an ignorant savage fighting in an ant's nest..."

Prince Yasha didn't understand what he was trying to express, but it didn't stop him from sensing the sarcasm in Thor's tone. He walked up to him and kicked him hard, causing him to fall to the ground. Then he said, "Do you think you're noble? Asgardians? This is Sakaar Star, not a place for you to act recklessly!"

"If you really have the ability, would you look so miserable? You'd better be honest and not embarrass me in the upcoming fight, otherwise..."

He turned to the two aliens who were fighting. One had already been defeated and was being beaten by the other. Yasha motioned for his subordinates to separate them and bring the defeated one over.

The defeated alien had purple skin and four hands. Thor knew that it was a native of the Arcturus Star system. Yasha took a long spear from his subordinate and had them hold the strong Arcturus Star person down on the ground.

The Arcturus Star person showed a look of fear and despair. When Yasha raised the long spear, his face showed a resentful expression. Then, he shouted in his native language, "You despicable person, flames will burn you to ashes! Ahhh!!!"

The spear pierced through his body, and blood splattered on Thor's face. He remained expressionless, his golden hair falling on his shoulders, his sharp temperament becoming more and more apparent. Even from a few steps away, one could feel its piercing nature.

Yasha raised the bloodstained spear high, and all of his subordinates cheered and praised him, calling him the most revered heir of Sakaar Star. Thor knelt silently beside him.

"Look at you, Asgardians, you're just rubbish thrown out by your own people. You will never receive as much respect and admiration as I do!"

"Even if you are Asgardians, so what? You're just cannon fodder who charge into battle and shed blood, and in the end, you're thrown into the garbage dump by them..."

Yasha seemed to enjoy finding superiority from Thor, but it wasn't surprising because Asgardians were famous throughout the universe.

Many interstellar civilizations, before entering the interstellar era, developed their civilizations to the highest level on their own planets and liked to call themselves gods, but these gods were not recognized by other civilizations in the universe.

Most of them discovered their previous arrogance after entering the interstellar era and found that they were no different from other civilizations.

But Asgardians were a universally recognized divine race because they possessed all the elements that most civilizations imagined divine races to have.

They were born powerful, physically strong, handsome, and had long lives, becoming stronger as they aged.

They were united, capable of fighting, and perfectly integrated technology and magic. They also had their unique aesthetic taste and artistic creativity, as if favored by the Creator, seemingly without any flaws.

Being able to step on such a race made Yasha feel like he had created history for the people of Sakaar Star. No one had ever captured an Asgardian as a slave before. He was indeed the heir favored by the heavens.

But Thor's increasingly sharp edges made him uneasy. To cover up his anxiety, he took the initiative to speak, "You call yourselves the most capable warriors in the universe, so go defeat him, go defeat my strongest gladiator here and prove yourselves..."

He waved his hand, letting his subordinates drag Thor by the chain around his neck to the winner from earlier.

The winner was not a Sakaarian, but another even larger and stronger creature with a small, elongated head and an incredibly massive body. When he saw Thor coming over, the monster roared and pounced on him.

Thor was wearing handcuffs and shackles, with a heavy iron chain hanging from his neck. He couldn't dodge at all and was immediately knocked down by the monster. The monster's body opened its big mouth and bit down hard on Thor's shoulder. Thor raised his head and let out a miserable scream, using his last bit of strength to punch the monster in the eye, causing it to scream in pain and let go of him.

Thor was half kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. His muscles, once strong and mighty, had withered away due to lack of nutrition and severe injuries. His bones were visible underneath his skin, and he looked like a piece of dried wood - no longer the glorious Asgardian prince he used to be.

He dodged his opponent's attacks in a desperate attempt to defend himself, but to no avail. Soon enough, he was covered in wounds.

Prince Yashan laughed triumphantly, like a smug winner. Thor's lips trembled, not because of the humiliation of being unable to defeat his opponent, but because of another emotion that was about to overflow from his body.

How many nights had he been like this, watching his enemies grovel at his feet, laughing victoriously, feeling like he was in control of everything? Just like what Prince Yashan was doing now, he ordered his subordinates to hold down the losers while he dealt the final blow, watching them scream, bleed, and die. The violent pleasure that came from it made his eyes turn red.

In the midst of pain, layers upon layers of illusions appeared before Thor's eyes. He saw that everyone around him was just like him, with eyes red and filled with bloodlust and violence.

Behind each of them floated a bloody vortex, out of which monsters crawled onto their backs, telling them to kill, conquer, destroy - that they were the most powerful race in the universe, born to be this way.

Prince Yashan saw that Thor suddenly stood up. His sharp will almost materialized around him, his eyes turned red, his face twisted, as if he was in a showdown with an invisible presence.

In that instant, that sharp will began to rise, penetrating deep into the void until it touched the barrier of the universe.

In a trance, Thor saw the history and truth of the past - the Asgardians stepping on the corpses of their enemies, covered in blood, with bonfires burning and songs ringing, cloaking their killing and endless destruction with a layer of hypocrisy, then dancing and celebrating madly.

More and more corpses, more and more blood, more and more power, and then...

A flame ignited from the center of the World Tree, burning everything to the ground.

The raging fire burned down the magnificent Asgard and the beautiful fairy palace, turning the gods into helpless sheep, screaming in the terrible fire, and finally heading towards death.

Below the barrier of the universe, Thor saw with his own eyes how Ragnarok descended.

Endless conquest and destruction would destroy this universe. More and more power would drain the source of this universe, and that fire...

That was the universe saving itself.