Another Thor on Sakaar

"Horse-faced... Thor???"

Thor was stunned.

What a strange name.

And... Thor?

Thor was instinctively sensitive to that word.

"Because no one knows his real name, and he never talks to anyone, he just quietly participates in the competition and then sweeps all the way to win the championship."

"Because his mastery of lightning was almost supernatural, everyone in the arena called him Horse-faced Thor."

Although he wasn't the one who personally mentored Zola, he witnessed Horse-faced Thor's overwhelming victory and thus has some right to speak on the matter.

As for the others, Zola was busy with his work at the time and went to the Fountain of Life, so I don't know.

"Extraordinary lightning abilities..."

"In short, if you want to leave Sakaar, the only way is to participate in the fighting tournament and win the Champion."

"That's all."

"This is my communicator. You can contact me anytime if you need anything, and I will do my best to help you."

Zola placed the communicator his sister had clipped to her waist in front of Thor, then removed the chains binding his hands and feet. He bowed, turned, and left, leaving Thor alone in the changing room, frowning in thought...

I'm pondering what the Grandmaster is really up to.

The restraints were lifted just like that, and he was even shown a way to leave Sakaar?

Thor couldn't shake the feeling that something was off...

But now, no matter what the Grandmaster is thinking, he can only grit his teeth and continue down this path.

He had to leave this place and return to Asgard, to where he belonged.

He doesn't have to be king; he doesn't even want the throne. But Hela can't.

Asgard cannot be ruled by a tyrannical king; this was a lesson Thor learned from childhood.

Moreover, his mother, Frigga, was still in Asgard.

What are you thinking?

Meanwhile, in the Saka Palace, in the Grandmaster's private reception room.

A man wearing a horse mask stood with his hands behind his back in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant scenery of Sakaar.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her temples were already showing some gray.

The Champion the second Cosmic Arena Fighting Tournament - Horse-faced Thor.

The Grandmaster who pushed open the door was very dissatisfied, extremely dissatisfied.

If this man's strength hadn't been so unpredictable that he couldn't even gauge it, he would have stabbed him long ago.

On Sakaar, besides Beckett and Hela, Horse-faced Thor is the third person who truly dared to threaten him, and also the one who most baffled the Grandmaster.

After winning the Champion, he had clearly broken through his blockade and left Sakaar, but a few days later he returned and even stayed on his Sakaar.

The most crucial thing is that the Grandmaster couldn't figure out the man's origins.

For two thousand years, everyone lived in peace. But just a few days after Thor of Asgard, was thrown onto Sakaar, Horse-faced Thor, who had been his "neighbor" for two thousand years, came knocking on his door.

"Let the Asgard participate in the fighting competition. I want to see their strength."

These are the original words spoken by the Horse-faced Thor and the Grandmaster.

"Feeling that your time is coming to an end, you want to find a successor?"

"I'm warning you, that Thor is Asgardians, and he definitely bears the mark of Odin, the Lord of the Nine Realms. It's impossible for him to inherit your power."

Over the past two thousand years, they have visited each other quite a bit. Although he was unsure about the details of the Horse-faced Thor, the Grandmaster did not harbor much hostility towards him.

Peace, peace, peace is the most precious thing.

The Grandmaster, who was obsessed with having fun, did not want to cause any trouble, although he did so mainly because of the terrifying power that the Horse-faced Thor had shown many years ago.

How will you know if you don't try?

A voice, weathered by time, rang out, and a contented smile involuntarily appeared on the face beneath the horse's mask.

"... Are you really going to die?" The Grandmaster paused in his tea-making, glancing in surprise at the figure standing in front of the French windows.

"I don't know, but it'll probably be soon."

His weathered voice carried a hint of melancholy about the passage of time, and blue arcs of electricity suddenly appeared on the man's body.

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a crash.

"This is the 77th piece of glass you've destroyed." The Grandmaster didn't even blink, clearly unfazed by it.

"Compared to what you did to me, this is just interest I'm paying."

"I didn't make things difficult for you back then, so don't make false accusations." The Grandmaster chuckled; this man was one of the most interesting people he had encountered in his long life.

Horse-faced Thor remained noncommittal.

"In short, that Asgardians is a good prospect, I'll take him."

"A promising talent my ass! Does he even know his own identity?"

"He is the Thor from Asgard, and the mighty Thor was knocked unconscious by an electric shock."

"If Odin knew, he'd probably be resurrected and give him a good beating."

The Grandmaster mercilessly exposed Thor as a fake Thor, a wolf in sheep's clothing.

A twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth beneath the Horse-faced Thor mask...

I wanted to refute it, but I had nothing to say.

Thinking back, I realize that I was indeed too reliant on the hammer during that period, and I forgot that my true role was Thor, not Hammer God.

"He's in that old room of yours. Go see him yourself." The Grandmaster waved his hand, deciding to ignore him.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing."

"I will increase the difficulty of this competition. The successor of the power you chose had better be careful, or he may very well die."

The Grandmaster took a sip of the fragrant tea and muttered something to himself.

Looking up, the figure in front of me had already disappeared.

"After all these years, you're still so impatient..." The Grandmaster slowly closed the lid, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

At the entrance to the locker room, Thor, having finished stretching, was about to go to eat according to the dining guide on the table when he was immediately met with a dense array of electric currents.

A dense mass of electricity gathered in front of the door, gradually coalescing into the shape of the Horse-faced Thor.

Thor was dumbfounded.

Can it be... quantified?

Wait a moment!

Who is this man?!

When Thor recovered from his shock and saw the old horse-faced mask, he instantly remembered the Champion the second Cosmic Arena Fighting Tournament, Horse-faced Thor, whom Zola had introduced to him earlier.

What's he doing here?

Didn't they say all the Champion have left?

"Thor, the Hammer God of Asgard?" The voice, weathered by time, was deep and husky. Though phrased as a question, the tone was unequivocal.

"What?" Thor's eyes widened in anger.

What Hammer God?

This is slander!

This is blatant slander!

This is an insult to his divinity!

A grave insult!

"No, I am Thor," Thor corrected earnestly, regaining his composure.

Then, he was electrocuted.

He fainted directly from the electric current shot from Horse-faced Thor's fingertips...

Two updates guaranteed~

There should be two more updates around midnight.

To explode with even more pain π_π

I haven't played a single game in the new season of Honor of Kings yet, sob sob (_)