Our Ending Shouldn't Be Like This

"Drink it. This is their fate."

Evenson felt that, in a situation like this, if he did not say those words openly and satisfyingly, something would feel missing. Besides, nothing had ever gone wrong when he pulled this sort of stunt before. So now, he was probing ever more wildly at the edge of courting death.

Before Thor had even seen what Evenson was handing over, he felt a restless stir in his body. For some reason, at that moment, he felt as though Mjolnir, which had accompanied him for years, was about to abandon him and turn into a barking axe. Could it be because... times had changed?

When he looked up at Odin, he found that his father's expression was as normal as ever, but his eyes seemed especially resolute, as though they were declaring that Asgardians would never be slaves! Hmm... that had to be an illusion.

"You're sure this can detoxify them?" Odin and Thor finally accepted the two cups of bizarre liquid, their feelings incredibly complicated. It was green, sticky, and steaming hot. What the hell? Could this be the legendary freshly brewed, freshly squeezed Green Xiang?!

Thinking that, Thor even raised the cup to his nose and sniffed it. Good grief—an indescribably pungent smell instantly shot straight to the top of his head, bringing tears to his eyes. Then, like an old ox snorting, he sharply turned his head aside. This could save lives? It looked more like it could kill a healthy person on the spot!

Odin nodded beside him, indicating that Thor's question was exactly what he had been thinking. Still, he felt his son was truly something else. You already knew this stuff looked like crap, yet you actually went up and sniffed it? Were you planning to lick it next?