Submit to the Sakaar King of Galactic Plumbers

Sakaar.

The underground Gladiator Arena of the Galactic Plumbers Totem Tower.

Steve and Peter walked in together. The environment here was much better than before. The main dungeon was located under the Galactic Plumbers Headquarters, Ben couldn't tolerate it being too dirty and messy.

"Long time no see, Mr. Stark."

Peter waved happily at Tony, who was being held inside.

He planned to check on Tony's situation with Steve before returning to Earth.

"Tony..."

When Steve saw the mechanical arm on Tony's left shoulder, it was like seeing another Winter Soldier. He even began to wonder if his good friend was destined to lose an arm.

Tony's eyes lit up when he saw the two of them. He hadn't seen anyone from Earth since the Ultron incident, except for Ben.

He had always felt that he had let down the Earth and the Super Hero, worrying that Ultron might have harmed them and caused irreparable consequences. Now that he saw that Peter and Steve were alright, he felt a great sense of relief.

"Long time no see..." He was a little incoherent. He had been wiping the metal sheet, but now he seemed busy and didn't know where to put it.

Finally, he put what he was holding on the table, wiped his hands, as if his metal arm was sweaty.

"I'm so glad you two are alright... How are the others? Rhodey, Pepper... Natasha..."

"They're all alright, Mr. Stark."

Peter obediently replied, "It's just that we can't find Venom, but it's not your fault."

Tony nodded, his face pale, and said, "That's good... And what about the girl and the boy? Are they alright?"

He was referring to Wanda and Pietro, whom Tony still believed had truly betrayed the Galactic Plumbers.

"They just took the wrong turn temporarily, because of me..."

"They're fine, Tony," Steve reassured him.

The two groups were separated by an energy barrier; although they were right next to each other, they were unable to make contact.

How are you doing?

"Me? Uh... Great!" Tony shrugged awkwardly. "You know me, the time I was captured by terrorists was much more dangerous than this, but it didn't stop me. This is nothing."

"They let me compete here, which is too easy for me. To tell you the truth, if that so-called queen hadn't gone on a trip, I would have won the Champion Challenge and regained my freedom long ago."

Tony started bragging.

Even at times like this, he doesn't want others to think he's not doing well.

However, he was unaware that everything he had experienced on Sakaar was already common knowledge.

Neither Peter nor Steve exposed him.

"I don't know why the Gladiator Arena have been closed lately, I'm getting a little bored," Tony said, which was true.

After his last defeat to Ben, he upgraded his armor again. The Galactic Plumbers doesn't restrict him from forging armor or researching anything here, but if there are any risks or hidden dangers, it will trigger an alarm from the artificial intelligence Azmuth.

However, after he upgraded his armor and perfected the Extremis Virus, the Gladiator Arena closed.

Even the Supergiant was put back into the cramped confinement room; the dungeon that was originally for gladiators was now only occupied by him.

"Because a major event has occurred that threatens the universe," Peter said. "Compared to this trouble, Ultron is nothing."

What happened?

Tony asked in surprise.

So Peter and Steve briefly explained what had happened to him.

"Although Earth is fine for now, Uncle Norman has put the entire globe on high alert, so there's nothing to worry about," Peter said.

Tony wiped his face, unsure what to say. After a long pause, he finally stammered, "This world changes so fast..."

"I can empathize."

Steve smiled.

Seeing that Tony was in good spirits, he felt much more at ease.

The three of them chatted across the railing, but they didn't actually have much to say. Steve wasn't the talkative type, and Tony was usually quite chatty, didn't want to say much in his current disheveled state.

After asking about the current situation on Earth, he parted Peter with Steve and Peter.

Peter and Steve arrived at the airport, Quicksilver saw them off.

"Ready to go back?"

"I'm still a little worried about things back on Earth," Steve said.

Quicksilver nodded, then said to Peter, "When you see Harry, please tell him I won't lose the next video game!"

"No problem!"

The two started their spaceship and left Sakaar.

Watching the two leave, Quicksilver scratched his head, somewhat bored. He didn't really have much to do at the Galactic Plumbers these days. "I wonder how Thor's rescue of his sister is going. I should have gone with him."

--

"Thor, Thor, Thor..."

Thor felt himself drifting in a void of consciousness. He didn't know how he got there. His body felt as light as a soul, and he could hear faint calls in his ears.

"Who?"

Who is calling my name?

Thor was puzzled; the voice felt unfamiliar, yet strangely familiar.

"Thor, Thor, it's me, it's your sister, Saga."

my sister?

"My sister!"

Thor jolted awake, sitting up from the cold floor as if waking from a nightmare, and looked around blankly—a small, empty room, devoid of anything.

He lay there naked, stripped of all his clothes.

"Here it is..."

"You're finally awake, Thor." The voice continued to come from the other side of the wall.

Thor immediately pressed his ear against the wall, following the sound.

Do you remember what happened?

"What happened..." Thor thought blankly. "I remember Fandral and I were on the Sakaaran Messenger, following the route Loki gave us to Heaven... Wait, where are Fandral and the others?!"

He suddenly realized that his three friends had disappeared.

On the other side of the wall, Saga, equally naked, huddled in a corner, her face buried in her smooth inner thighs, a sorrowful expression on her face. "You've been deceived, Thor. It's a trap."

"That's impossible! Loki wouldn't lie to me!"

Thor shook his head firmly; he still believed in Loki.

"But the person you saw may not be Loki," Saga said sadly.

"Not Loki? Not Loki! Oh no, I have to contact the Galactic Plumbers Headquarters immediately!" Thor's expression changed, and he hurriedly searched his body, but he immediately realized that he didn't even have a piece of clothing to cover himself, let alone the Galactic Plumbers's contact badge.

"I messed up again!"

Thor collapsed, utterly dejected.

An imposter Loki infiltrated the Galactic Plumbers, and he felt it was his responsibility.

"You've known him for sixteen hundred years! And you didn't recognize him just because you were separated for a dozen months! You're useless! Thor! Your eyes are like a blind man's!" he cursed himself.

He dared not imagine the terrible dangers that a fake Loki might pose if he remained in the Galactic Plumbers, nor could he imagine the current whereabouts of the real Loki.

If Malekith finds out Loki is a spy, will he let him live?

Could it be...?

Wrong!

Thor shook his head frantically. Loki was so smart, so skilled in magic and illusion, he couldn't possibly be dead!

Thor thought to himself almost like a prayer.

On the other side of the wall, Saga, who had endured the torment of flames for thousands of years, sighed silently. She had been imprisoned here for a thousand years and had long given up hope of leaving, but she never expected that her own brother would also become a prisoner.

The Nine Realms of Asgard are probably already in turmoil.

"Thor, you must escape!"

On the other side, the Galactic Plumbers.

Malekith used illusions to conceal his presence and searched for traces of the Aether Particle within the Tower of the Galactic Plumbers.

"Not here..."

He has searched many places, but has not found any clues about the Aether Particle or other gems.

Moreover, even the green-skinned woman that Ben Parker captured back then is not known where she is being held.

"Could it be stored in another dimension...?"

Malekith was somewhat skeptical.

"No, the gems and the prisoner couldn't be together. The only place left to search is..." He turned his two-faced gaze toward the top of the Totem Tower.

The top floor of the Totem Tower is a place that even Security Officer cannot easily set foot on.

Security was extremely high; even with illusions, Malekith couldn't get close.

To get inside, we'd probably have to lure away the entire security system and forces of the Galactic Plumbers first.

"I should have brought the Cursed Warrior."

He infiltrated the Galactic Plumbers Headquarters alone, without any help. Using the Bifrost for teleportation would not only be too conspicuous, but the Galactic Plumbers would also recognize him as an intruder upon seeing the Bifrost and would strengthen the protection of the Aether Particle.

"Oh, right..."

Malekith suddenly remembered something and grinned.

--

Niflheim, the land of the dishonorable dead.

Following the information given by the tree spirits, Ben and Wanda arrived at the place where the Niffleheim Lord gathered.

However, they were still a step too late. Hoder had already launched another attack on the Niffleheim Lord. Not only that, Hela also arrived here with her forces from Helheim. The enormous winter wolf Fenris, with a body as big as a mountain, confronted the three of them.

Hoder led a force comprised of some of the dead who had pledged allegiance to him, as well as a large contingent of Malekith's troops, including Fire Demon, Dark Elf, and angels—each a formidable force.

The other two sides are also exceptionally strong.

In particular, the moment Hela and Hoder met, they immediately put on a show of brotherly affection.

Both sides wanted the other to submit to them, believing themselves to be the rightful and legitimate true king of Asgard. In contrast, the four remaining Niffleheim Lord became the observers.

"Kneel down and pay homage to your king, Hela!"

Hoder, blind and wearing a crown that was one-third the size of the Death’s Crown, wielded a hammer and axe of unknown origin, and relentlessly attacked Hela.

Hela, riding the giant wolf Fenris, relentlessly cleared away all obstacles, wielding the black spear of death to fight against him.

"To submit to you?"

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard in my life!"

Hela sneered, her gaze towards Hoder filled with contempt. "You utterly Asgard fool, a hopeless piece of trash! Even Thor is far superior to you!"

"You're nothing but a dog kept by Malekith, that two-faced bastard, in Niflheim!"

Fenris, beneath Hela, let out a muffled groan of protest.

He said Hoder was even worse than a dog.

Hela agreed with Fenris; in her eyes, Thor was merely incompetent, but Hoder didn't even deserve to be compared to Thor —a complete coward!

What do you know?!

Hoder was clearly hit where it hurt and immediately retorted angrily, "I was merely using Malekith's power to achieve my revenge!"

But Hela didn't care at all.

Whether you're seeking revenge or something else, it has nothing to do with her.

Hela only believes in two things—to submit, or to submit only after death!

The Long Spear, imbued with the divine power of death, was hurled out with a whoosh!

The world has lost its color!

"They've started fighting, what do we do?"

On a distant black hill, Wanda watched the two sides clashing and fell into thought. Not far from the battlefield, a city that once exuded immense power of the dead had become ruins.

Isn't this perfect?

Ben's voice was hoarse, like a ghost's, "Hela and Hoder are both enemies who want to take the Death’s Crown from us. Now that they're fighting each other, it actually makes things easier for us."

"Ignore them, pursue the Niffleheim Lord directly."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ben floated away in the air like a fish.

After leaving that jungle, he became Ghostfreak. Since he had decided to use the Ghostfreak to inherit the power of the Death’s Crown, it would be a good thing to get used to the power of Niflheim beforehand.

Ignoring Hela and Hoder, the two continued onward toward the Niffleheim Lord.

And deep within Niflheim.

The four remaining Niffleheim Lord gathered together, each with an expression of despair on their face.

"Those hateful Odin and Malekith! How dare they set their sights on us!" The King Blackbone, who looked like a skeleton wrapped in the Boys robe, directed his hatred for Hela and Hoder at Odin.

"Perhaps we really should consider handing over the Death’s Crown."

Lady Allmour said in a low voice.

Neither Malekith nor Hela are opponents they can defeat.

Two of the six lords have already died, and the remaining ones are struggling to hold on, but they are no match for Hoder, who has an army of Dark Elf, or Helheim, who possesses the complete Death’s Crown Hela.

The question is, which side should we attack?

The Nidhogg lowered its arrogant head and inquired.

Is it Hela? Or Hoder?

On one side is Hela, the true successor of Asgard, who Hela alongside Odin across the Nine Realms three thousand years ago; on the other side is another son of Odin, who is now Malekith's lackey.

"I've heard that Malekith has destroyed Asgard and Nidavellir, and has also conquered both kingdoms..." the Killer King said, the implication of which was self-evident.

Just as they were debating who to pledge allegiance to, Wanda's voice rang out.

"You should submit to Sakaar King of the Galactic Plumbers's Guild!"