Asgard's Guardian

Thor, Loki, and the Valkyrie rushed out of the vault.

The sight before them stopped them in their tracks.

On the Bifrost, Hela was kneeling on the ground. The Goddess of Death who had crushed Mjolnir and slaughtered Valhalla's army had her head lowered, her body trembling slightly.

Chu Hang stood before her.

He was still wearing that same casual Earthling outfit, without so much as a wrinkle.

Thor's mind buzzed, going blank.

He could not understand it.

Just minutes ago, he had been prepared to perish alongside Asgard, using Ragnarok to take down the sister he could not defeat.

Now, she was on her knees.

His anger overwhelmed his shock.

"Why don't you kill her?" Thor strode forward, his voice trembling with agitation. Pointing at Hela, he roared at Chu Hang, "She killed so many of our people! She destroyed Asgard!"

Chu Hang's gaze swept over the surviving civilians at the end of the bridge, still shaken by the ordeal, before finally returning to Thor's face.

His eyes were calm, as though he were looking at an unruly child.

"Asgard needs a Wong. A Wong strong enough." His tone was as flat as if he were discussing the weather. "You are not qualified."

Those words struck Thor's chest like an invisible sledgehammer.

I am Odin's son, the future Wong of Asgard.

All his pride, all his convictions, were crushed beneath someone's foot in that instant.

"I am Asgard's Wong!" he howled, eyes bloodshot. "I will never allow that butcher to sit on the throne!"

He raised his fists again. Without lightning, like an ordinary man, he charged forward with unwavering resolve.

But he only took two steps.

The air around him suddenly turned viscous, like solidified cement.

He felt as though he had fallen into an invisible bog, every