Malice Abounds

Cheers thundered above the arena. Though there were only a thousand people, they created the momentum of tens of thousands, showing just how popular Thor was.

And that was indeed the case. Once Thor's identity was revealed, the arena's top star changed hands, and Hela instantly lost her appeal.

The registration area was packed shoulder to shoulder, with people crammed into a long queue. The Valkyries were eager to sign up, unwilling to miss this rare opportunity.

That was Odinson, Odin's son!

Fifteen hundred years of resentment was no joke. Measured by weight, it could crush Thor to death.

Unfortunately, time was limited. Though there were many applicants, Verdandi, who oversaw the arena, could only select the first fifty lucky contestants in order of registration.

For a moment, boos shook the registration area. The Valkyries who got early numbers were overjoyed, while the unlucky ones who had failed to get ahead cursed loudly, claiming there was foul play and preparing to cause trouble.

Verdandi said that time was limited, and Odin's son did not visit often. They could not exhaust him all at once. Under the principle of sustainable recycling, he could accept at most a hundred challenges a day.

Hela had taken the first fifty slots of the day, so only fifty challenges remained for today.

But there was no need for anyone to be disappointed. Everyone would get a chance according to the registration order. It was only a matter of sooner or later.

In short, there was nothing for them today. They should save their strength and cheer a few more times later!

Though the Valkyries were unhappy with this explanation, they could only accept reality, collect their beer and snacks, and return to the stands.

By the edge of the arena, Thor rubbed his hands together