Chapter 243

Life in the Red Ring Mine was more terrifying than imagined, but Thor did nothing and said nothing. Several tremors almost shook him off, but he had no intention of changing his posture at all.

When it was time to get off work, the Sakaaran overseer walked over and said: "Consider yourselves lucky, it is not hungry today. Get down from there immediately, don't waste my time."

The new miners climbed down with slow movements. Among them, one miner accidentally slipped and fell because he had been stiff for too long. His shrill scream disappeared into the abyss, but no one was in the mood to look at him.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving a disaster, but also felt fear for the dark fate to come. The expressions on their faces were complex, having both relief and fear, only Thor was expressionless.

Thor's abnormality attracted the overseer's attention. When he brought all the slaves back to the prison, he specifically pointed at Thor to the jailer guarding the cell. The jailer revealed a wicked smile and nodded at his companion.

The place where the slaves lived was very gloomy. Each cell was like a coffin, so narrow that one could not even turn around. And the so-called food was just inferior supplements common in the interstellar market. Some slaves made noise in their own languages, seemingly saying they could not absorb this supplement, but the jailer did not even look at him, and the cell fell silent, as if everyone had despaired.

Thor looked at the supplement in his hand. He pinched the outer packaging. Having fought in the interstellar for years, he had of course seen this kind of thing, but in the past, he would not even look at it. Or rather, even the most ordinary soldiers in Asgard could not possibly use this kind of inferior supplement.

But he still tore open the packaging with slow movements, then tilted his head and poured it into his mouth. The strong taste of chemicals impacted his brain, but Thor did not pay any attention to it. He leaned against the wall again, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Afterward, the lights in the cell dimmed and sank into pitch darkness. When Thor woke up again, he was awakened by severe pain.

The jailer pulled the iron chain fixed to his shoulder, tugging it again and again. Thor bled a lot again, but he still did not say a word. He heard the jailer say: "Could it be that you are a mute? Answer my question, otherwise, I will make you look good!"

Thor stared at him, but did not answer. The jailer seemed to be angered by his gaze. He pulled the chain fiercely, and Thor was brought down to the ground. He coughed a few times in a sorry state, his mud-covered hair blocking his vision, and the dust on the ground blocked his breathing.

Thor lay on the ground and coughed dryly twice. Excessive blood loss made his vision start to go black. He just lay on the ground, letting the jailer drag him forward by the iron chain. Finally, the jailer stepped on his shoulder and pulled the chain fiercely outward. Thor's whole body twitched and screamed, blue veins crawled up his neck and protruded from his eye sockets.

After the spike was pulled out, one of Thor's arms had completely lost sensation. He tilted his head, his cheek pressed against the ground, and he could see the fearful expressions of the aliens in the neighboring cells.

But he still said nothing and did nothing. There was no pain in his eyes, nor fear, blank like a dead person.

The jailer's goal was achieved. He carried the iron chain Thor had once used, found a slave in another cell, and then nailed the spike into his body.

Thor's breathing became slower and slower. He began to close his eyes slowly. A desperate expression that could not be described appeared on his face, as if all emotions were concentrated and erupted at this point. This expression only existed for a moment, and then turned into numbness and dullness.

Then he dragged his broken body with slow movements again, following the overseer out of the cell. The light of dawn made him squint his eyes, but he looked at nothing and thought of nothing, just continued to walk forward. The iron chain had left his body, but the "clatter" sound of the chain dragging constantly echoed in his ears, as if it would never stop.

A few days later, more than half of Loki's body had finally turned from a phantom into a solid entity, with only the right lower leg still having a mass of black mucus working hard. Schiller poured a cup of coffee for Loki and said: "Did you sleep well last night?"

Loki did not answer, just poured coffee into his mouth somewhat mechanically. Schiller tilted his head to look at the Venom still working, and he said: "You have to thank his previous few hosts for being quite hardworking people who could work for a few nights without sleep, otherwise, at this moment, you would still only have a head."

"What are you thinking about?" Schiller pulled up a chair and sat down, saying: "Or rather, what are you regretting?"

"I..." Loki spat out a word. Schiller continued his words: "You didn't think it would be so uncomfortable to see your brother suffer like this, right? You thought you could watch his fun, watch him lose his soul and suffer, and feel relieved and happy, right?"

"When you find you can't, you can't help but start thinking, why is this?"

"You achieved all your goals, yes, you beat Thor's partners fiercely, made them all seriously injured, washed away your own priesthood and started from scratch, and even threw Thor into the interstellar garbage dump, letting him struggle to survive..."

"The goal was perfectly completed, the plan was a great success, now you should be leisurely holding a coffee cup and chatting with me, laughing at Thor's miserable state together, but you find you can't even act it out."

"The problem is really big." Schiller placed the coffee cup on the table beside his hand and said: "You successfully used a series of brilliant operations to make yourself so uncomfortable. I want to say, the title of God of Mischief really suits you very well. When you are ruthless, you even deceive yourself."

As he spoke, Schiller turned back and asked: "What exactly made you believe all along that you would feel happy about Thor's miserable situation?"

Loki did not say a word, but Schiller said in a relaxed tone: "I really appreciate the behavior of you brothers hurting each other and exploding into fireworks to find fun for me. If everyone was as sensible as you, how wonderful life would be."

Then Schiller pressed one hand on the side of Loki's bed. He smiled at Loki. Loki looked at his smiling expression, which was no different from an ordinary person, but saw sharp fangs behind it.

"Welcome to Arkham Asylum. We provide a variety of medical services here, including helping you quickly repair your body, allowing you to stand up again within an hour."

Loki stared at him and asked: "The cost?"

"It seems you really understand me, but if you don't inherit the throne, then Thor will definitely pay for you, so you don't need to worry."

Loki looked not happy at all, but he still pursed his lips and said: "... I accept, hurry up."

"Alright..." Schiller reached out to touch the Venom on his lower leg part. The Venom suddenly paused, then a pure energy circled around him. The size of the Venom instantly expanded by a factor of two, and the work efficiency increased by more than ten times.

"But you have to think clearly..." Schiller continued: "Although your body is repaired, your divine power and priesthood have not recovered at all. You are now the same as your brother, having lost your power, becoming an ordinary person with a better physical quality... oh, your physical quality is not even good."

Schiller looked at Loki's body and said: "Now you are a pure ordinary person, even worse than Thor when he first came to Earth. At least he was stronger than you."

Xiaoshuting

"As the wisest and most cautious person in Asgard, you shouldn't be thinking of crossing the vast distance to go to that desolate and remote planet to save someone you keep saying you hate, right? Hmm?"

After finishing, Schiller picked up the coffee cup and left the ward. Loki lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. After a long time, he muttered to himself: "Ordinary person..."

The situation on Sakaar had changed somewhat. Thor's peculiarity was discovered by Prince Yashan, who supervised the Red Ring Mine.

Prince Yashan was the youngest son of the Red King, Anmo Yashan, the person Thor saw at the top of the mine that day.

Unlike most Sakaarans, his figure was small and thin, but because of his outstanding intelligence, he had always been deeply favored by the Red King.

When Thor was brought before Prince Yashan, he had become very haggard. His strong physique had begun to shrivel due to malnutrition. His originally handsome face, which carried a classical charm, began to sink, and his eyes sank deeper into his eye sockets, almost completely unable to see the image of the strong warrior he originally was.

Prince Yashan was different from the ordinary Sakaarans trapped on this planet. He reached out and took a bit of Thor's fresh blood with his fingertips, smelled it under his nose, and said: "... Asgardian?"

He revealed a sneer and said: "You boast of being the wealthiest and noblest race in the universe, how could you also use such inferior means to expel your own tribesmen?"

Thor stared at him. Prince Yashan continued: "Look, an Asgardian has become my slave. I really should invite everyone to come here to see your sorry state..."

"Are all you Asgardians like this?" Prince Yashan paced around Thor. "But that's right, you war maniacs have no brains, and the end of only knowing how to kill is like this. You can't even mine well, you idiot."

Anger surged in Thor's eyes, but Prince Yashan did not look at him, instead saying to his subordinates: "Take him down, heal his wounds, and feed him something. At the duel tournament held next week, I need a good dog."

"Oh, right! Did Grandmaster say that he also caught an Asgardian there? They might even know each other..."

"At next week's duel tournament, Grandmaster should also participate, right? This is really interesting!"

Prince Yashan laughed heartily and said: "Asgard loves to boast about unity and honor the most. I really want to see what the scene will be like if two Asgardians fight to the death?"

The Sakaaran who escorted Thor over said: "I heard that the Asgardian Grandmaster caught is his enemy, who seems to have cheated his bet before. Grandmaster repaired him fiercely, and is now locking him up..."

"If you propose to let them duel, Grandmaster will definitely be very happy, and might even say a few good words for you before His Majesty the Emperor."

Prince Yashan clapped his hands happily and said: "Hurry up and take him down to be healed!"

Then he looked at Thor with quite a bit of disdain and said: "How does he look like an Asgardian in this state? Go and clean him up, then take out that set of golden armor from before and let him wear it. Don't Asgardians love to dress like that?"

Prince Yashan stretched out his arms and said loudly: "Let all Sakaarans come and see how the noble Asgardians tear each other apart in the duel arena like dogs! Hahahaha!"

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