Asgard took the form of a continent floating in space. The once-desolate ship graveyard was now bustling with activity.
Every so often, a circular Portal flickering with sparks opened, and large numbers of suits of Armor passed through it. There weren't enough workers, so the Armor had to make up the numbers.
The once-vast collection of abandoned ships had now shrunk by at least a third.
"There should be enough ore now."
Having just returned from mining in the Twilight Forest, Yang Bo looked at the busy crowd with satisfaction. He walked over to the Tinkers' Construct Mod's Seared Furnace and loaded all the different ores he had brought back into it.
Smelting ore in the Seared Furnace doubled the yield. A normal Furnace could turn one block of iron ore into one iron ingot, while the Seared Furnace could produce two.
A familiar whistle cut through the air, and Yang Bo instinctively looked up.
There was that familiar figure, along with that familiar hammer.
The first thought that crossed Yang Bo's mind when he saw Thor was, Did he find a suitable planet?
Two months earlier, when Yang Bo had first brought his people to Asgard, he had asked Thor to help find a planet suitable for humans to live on.
Over that time, however, Yang Bo had come to understand how difficult that was. In the Marvel Universe, a planet suitable for humans was generally suitable for almost every alien species as well.
A few alien species might need different temperatures, such as the Frost Giants or Fire Giants.
That made habitable planets rare, and suitable planets with no inhabitants even rarer.
As a result, there had been no news all this time.
Thud.
Thor slammed into the ground, sending dust flying, then walked out of the crater