Pain, dizziness, nausea...
When Thor slowly opened his eyes, he was astonished to find that he was no longer in the arena, but lying on an exquisite, luxurious bed.
Four or five female alien attendants dressed in sheer gauze stood around him, carefully cleaning his wounds and treating him.
The injuries Hulk had inflicted had mostly healed, but the sensation still lingered at the ends of his nerves, relentlessly stimulating his brain.
Out of caution, after roughly assessing his surroundings, he flipped out of bed and began searching for anything nearby that could be used as a weapon.
Then, at a glance, he spotted Allen and Loki sitting not far away, playing chess.
Hulk had already changed back into Bruce Banner and was standing by the window, staring down at the cyberpunk landscape outside with a shocked expression.
Without question, he had absolutely no idea what Hulk had been doing over the past two years.
Especially when he saw the enormous statue of Hulk atop one of the towers, Banner was completely dumbfounded.
"Damn it! What the hell is going on? I need an explanation!" Thor demanded through gritted teeth, forcefully rubbing his head.
At this moment, he felt like an idiot. He had no idea what Allen and Loki were trying to do, nor why they could sit here playing chess in what had once been Grandmaster's room as though nothing had happened, with a large group of servants and guards standing beside them.
"Ah! You're awake." Allen set down his chess piece, raised his head, and gave Thor a faint smile. "Don't worry. While you were unconscious, I took care of everything."
"Took care of everything?" Thor blinked blankly.
"That's right! I had a wager with Grandmaster, and he lost this planet. At the same time, I brought