Chapter 241: Sakaar Bitter Journey (Part 1)

"Now, we can talk about other problems." Shiler turned on the desk lamp again and dimmed the light.

When Loki looked at him, Shiler's gaze also fell on Loki, and then he said: "For example, your hospitalization expenses."

"Actually, I think I can pay for it myself this time."

Shiler shifted his gaze to his body that had not yet taken shape, and then shifted back to his head. Loki understood his meaning and said: "I think, compared to money, you should have something you want more."

"For example?"

"For example, fun."

Loki, who could only move his head, revealed a cunning smile and said: "Before sending Thor to Sakaar through the space channel, I left something on him."

Saying this, a flash of light appeared in Loki's eyes, and a magic vortex appeared in the room, then gradually grew larger, becoming a circular magic screen.

"Step by Step to Immortality"

In the screen, a man with golden long hair was leaning against a broken piece of iron sheet. Sweat flowed down his long hair, and the soaked shirt stuck to his body. His face was full of dirt, looking very disheveled.

Beside him, a strange-looking big bird was talking to another Sakaaran with red skin and a very ferocious appearance. The big bird made a sharp voice: "That's right, he is the garbage I picked up from Voka, just like the two unlucky ones last week."

"Listen, my bottom price is 200 Sakaar-bi, absolutely no lower. Look at his appearance, he is so strong, even more robust than many Sakaarans..."

"You know, these days, garbage of this quality is rare, whether it is taken to the mine or sent to the arena, it is a good choice."

The red-skinned Sakaaran shook his head, clicked his tongue, spat to the side, and said: "200 Sakaar-currency? No way! Listen, garbage has been thrown in a lot more recently, there is absolutely no such price..."

"The arena is already full. I can only take him to the mine to work, and those poor ghosts in the mine can't offer any good price. Even if he looks strong, his brain must have been burned. Those greedy mine owners will definitely take the opportunity to suppress the price."

"No, no, no." The big bird walked back to the iron shed with two legs and said to Thor: "Hey! What's your name? Tell him what your name is, where you are from, prove you are not a fool."

Thor just leaned blankly against the wall behind him, saying nothing. The big bird pecked him with its beak. He let out a cry of pain, then raised his eyelids and looked at the big bird.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the big bird was a bit angry. It said to Thor in a low voice: "Don't cause trouble for me. Everyone here knows the name 'Red Wing'. I am already the most tolerant garbage dump owner here. If you make me unable to sell at a high price, see how I clean you up..."

The red-skinned Sakaaran poked his head in and said: "Don't try it. Haven't you seen enough people like this? Look at his appearance and clothing, he should be a noble. They threw him here like garbage, and they must have damaged his brain to prevent him from saying any important secrets..."

The big bird made a "cough cough" sound from its throat, then opened its beak and pecked Thor fiercely on the shoulder. Its sharp beak pierced into Thor's shoulder, bringing away a piece of flesh, and blood flowed immediately. Thor let out a scream, but still stayed in place with a dull look.

The big bird named Red Wing revealed a human-like disappointed expression and said: "Alright, it seems I shouldn't have held such high expectations. He could still speak when I picked him up, what happened to him?"

"Listen, big guy, 150 Sakaar-bi, absolutely no lower."

"Higher than 120, I won't want him. After all, it's sold to the mine owner. Although he looks like he has some strength, he won't live for a month." The red big guy shook his head and said: "The mine owner definitely won't offer a price higher than 150. You have to give me some room to make money..."

"Don't joke around. I fed him a lot of water, and even gave him some food, just to make him sober up. Just these things are worth more than 120..."

The red big guy took out something like a cigarette from his clothes. Red Wing's eyes lit up immediately. It said: "Gray grass root? Where did you find this thing?"

"The last convoy that came here was wiped out halfway. I found some good goods from the cargo box. I can give you a pack, and give you 120 Sakaar-bi. You give me this blonde big guy, and I will patronize your business next time..."

Red Wing flapped its wings and scratched the ground with its claws. It looked a bit hesitant, and a bit tempted. It looked back at the dull Thor and said: "Alright, deal."

After finishing, it cursed again: "Damn it, I thought this time it would be a good product at a high price, didn't expect it to still be like this. This ghost place hasn't dropped good things for a long time..."

Then, it fanned Thor with its wings, making him roll a few times on the ground, covered in mud. The red big guy walked up and wanted to grab Thor's neck, but Thor instinctively struggled, hitting his arm with a punch.

The red big guy took a cold breath and kicked Thor on the head. Red Wing said: "This guy should have been a warrior before, a bit of wildness is normal. Where is your chain?"

The red big guy spat again and walked out of the iron shed. Outside, there was a big cart pulled by a strange bug. He rummaged in that cart and finally found a heavy iron chain. One end of that iron chain was an iron ring, and the other end was a sharp thorn.

"They want to chain him up?" Strange asked in front of the magic screen: "Although I don't understand what they are saying, it looks like Thor is going to suffer." 【

"They say it's the common language of the Sakaar system; I can probably understand a little," Loki said from the bed. "That big red bird is the owner of the scrapyard there, specializing in picking up aliens who have been thrown away."

"Aliens thrown away? Do aliens often fall from the sky there?" Strange asked, puzzled.

"Sakaar is also known as the interstellar scrapyard, or rather, the entire Tayo system is like that. The cosmic environment there is very special, surrounded by unique cosmic channels in the outer layers. It is impossible to enter or exit through normal means. Many civilizations throw dangerous trash in there to ensure it doesn't easily spread out from this system."

"Of course, this trash also includes some people who are difficult to deal with," Loki revealed a malicious smile and said, "That's why I said it suits him well; trash is best kept where it belongs."

Schiller looked at Loki, his tone seeming quite interested. He said, "It seems that while I was conducting psychological counseling on you, you were also trying to understand me. Well, this reward of yours is indeed not bad."

"But I must remind you..." Schiller first tilted his head to look out the window, then looked into Loki's eyes and said, "When you treat others as a source of amusement, you had better be prepared for the fact that you might become the amusement yourself."

Loki heard the insinuation in his words but did not realize what he was referring to. Watching the changes in the image on the magic screen, he revealed another smile and said, "This is indeed very amusing. It seems they want to put a collar on Thor and then keep him tethered like a dog."

Loki looked at Schiller and saw that his expression was somewhat strange, as if he had anticipated something, but he completely failed to guess what Schiller was thinking, instead continuing to stare at the image in the magic screen.

The big red brute hauled that incredibly thick iron chain, walked into that dilapidated iron shed, and then picked up one end of the chain.

"Hey, wait!" Strange, outside the screen, watched his actions and said, "Did he pick it up the wrong way? How..."

Following his words, the spiked end of the iron chain was driven into Thor's body, passing through his shoulder blade. Thor let out a scream like a dying animal, and fresh blood sprayed out.

The spike pierced through his body, and the big red brute took out a bolt, screwed it onto the tip of the spike that had emerged, and then tapped it in front. The entire spike was fixed onto Thor's shoulder. Thor kept letting out screams and gasps, trembling on the ground.

The big red brute picked up the ring on the other side of the chain and said, "That should make him behave. Let's go."

Strange, outside the screen, pressed his index finger against his philtrum and said, "I thought..."

"It seems you are not the only one who thought so..." Schiller turned back to look at Loki, and seeing the smile on Loki's face gradually disappear, Schiller asked, "What on earth are you all surprised about? Only the spiked end of that chain had bloodstains on it."

Thor's hands were tied behind his back, and the big red brute led him by the spike embedded in his body to the large cart pulled by insects.

The big red brute knocked hard on the rear cover of the cart. The oval-shaped iron cart opened its rear door. The big red brute didn't seem to know magic, but he was very strong; he jumped directly onto the cart and then dragged Thor inside.

His posture and movements were like handling a piece of steak, not caring at all about the wounds on Thor's body. Thor didn't struggle at all either, just following his instincts to let out low, painful moans, as if he had truly become a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

Thor was stuffed into the darkest compartment at the very end of the cart. The space there was very cramped, and Thor had to curl up his body to stay there. More importantly, the chain connected to the spike on his shoulder was fixed above his head.

The tail end was the bumpiest part of the cart. After the cart started moving, every time it jolted, Thor's shoulder would ooze a large amount of blood.

Thor's screams were not abrupt, because the entire carriage was filled with trash like him, picked up from the scrapyard. Most of them were covered in blood, their eyes dull, constantly screaming in the dark and narrow cages.

The pale green covering the sky of Sakaar was replaced by a psychedelic reddish-purple. The huge planet with rings in the sky descended to the horizon, the glow of the setting sun casting the red earth into the color of fresh blood, and the huge prison cart appeared incomparably small on the horizon.

The insect pulling the cart and the large cart behind it moved against the light, turning into tiny black dots, speeding past under the setting sun, kicking up thick smoke and dust. Bird-like alien beasts streaked across the sky, emitting sharp cries. After smelling the blood on the cart, they followed behind the cart, chasing it and merging with the rising dust.

The alien insect pulling the cart let out a low cry, its tires sliding across the rough surface, leaving scorched ruts. Accompanied by a slow braking, the smoke and dust became thicker and thicker. With a "clatter," the entire convoy stopped.

In front was a gate built of thick logs. The rows of wooden spikes on top of the gate looked even more ferocious under the setting sun. Looking further down, on a huge plaque, it was written in rough characters—"Red Ring Mine."