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Life in the Red Lantern Mine was even more terrifying than imagined, but Thor did nothing, said nothing, and almost fell down several times with each shake. But he had no intention of changing his position.

When it was time to finish work, the Sakaar overseer came over and said, "You're lucky today, it's not hungry. Get down from there and don't waste my time."

The new miners climbed down slowly, and one miner accidentally fell due to stiffness and screamed as he disappeared into the Abyss. But no one even bothered to look at him.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the ordeal, but also fearful of the dark fate that awaited them. Their expressions were complex, a mixture of relief and dread. Only Thor remained expressionless.

Thor's abnormality caught the overseer's attention. When he brought all the slaves back to the prison, he pointed to Thor while looking at the prison guard. The guard showed a wicked smile and nodded to his companion.

The slaves' living quarters were very dark, and each cell was like a coffin, so narrow that they couldn't even turn around. The so-called food was just low-quality supplements commonly found in the interstellar market. Some slaves made noise in their own language, seeming to say that they couldn't absorb this kind of supplement. But the guard didn't even look at them. Soon, the cell became quiet, as if everyone had given up.

Thor looked at the supplement in his hand and squeezed the packaging. As a warrior who had fought in the galaxy for years, he had seen this kind of thing before. But he used to never even look at it, or rather, even the most ordinary soldiers in Asgard wouldn't use such low-quality supplements.

But he still tore open the packaging with slow movements, then tilted his head back and drank it down. The strong chemical taste rushed to his brain, but Thor paid no attention. He leaned against the wall again, saying and doing nothing.

Later, the lights in the cell dimmed, sinking into darkness. When Thor woke up again, it was because of intense pain.

The guard pulled the iron chain fixed on his shoulder, causing Thor to bleed even more. But he still didn't say a word. The guard said, "Are you mute? Answer me, or I'll make you regret it!"

Thor stared at him but didn't reply. The guard seemed to be angered by his gaze, and he pulled the chain hard, causing Thor to fall to the ground. He coughed a few times in a sorry state, and the dirt-covered hair blocked his vision. The dust on the ground blocked his breathing.

Thor lay on the ground coughing, and excessive blood loss caused him to start blacking out. He just lay there, letting the guard drag him forward with the iron chain. Finally, the guard stepped on his shoulder and pulled the iron chain hard, causing Thor to twitch and scream. Veins crawled up his neck, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

After the spike was removed, one of Thor's arms had completely lost sensation. He turned his head to the side, his cheek pressed against the ground, and he could see the fearful expressions of the aliens in the adjacent cell.

But he still said and did nothing. There was no pain or fear in his eyes, just emptiness like a dead person.

The guard had achieved his goal. He took the iron chain that Thor had used before and found another slave in a different cell, then drove the spike into his body.

Thor's breathing became slower and slower. He slowly closed his eyes, his face showing a desperate expression that was hard to describe. It was like all the emotions had gathered and burst out at that moment. This expression only existed for a moment before turning into numbness and dullness.

Then he slowly dragged his broken body and followed the overseer out of the cell. The dawn's light made him squint his eyes, but he didn't look or think, just kept walking. The iron chain left his body, but the sound of it dragging "clink clink" surrounded his ears, seeming like it would never stop.

A few days later, Loki's body finally turned from a phantom to a solid form, with only a black slime working hard on his right calf. Schiller poured Loki a cup of coffee and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Loki didn't respond, he just mechanically poured coffee into his mouth. Schiller turned his head to look at Venom, who was still working, and said, "You should thank him for his previous hosts who were hardworking people who could work tirelessly for several nights. Otherwise, you would still only have one head."

"What are you thinking?" Schiller pulled up a chair and sat down. "Or, what are you regretting?"

"I..." Loki uttered one word, but Schiller continued, "You never thought about how much your brother suffered and how difficult it was for him, did you? You thought you could enjoy watching him lose his mind and suffer, right?"

"When you realize that you can't, you begin to wonder why."

"You achieved all your goals. Yes, you beat Thor's companions hard, leaving them severely injured. You washed away your own godly status and started over, and you threw Thor into the interstellar junkyard, making him struggle to survive..."

"You completed your goal perfectly, the plan was a huge success, and now you should be leisurely holding a cup of coffee and chatting with me, laughing at Thor's miserable state. But you find that you can't even act it out."

"The problem is really big." Schiller put his coffee cup on the table next to him and said, "You used a series of brilliant moves to make yourself suffer so much. I have to say, the title of God of Deception really suits you. When you're brutal, you even deceive yourself."

With that, Schiller turned back and asked, "What makes you always believe that you will feel happy about Thor's miserable situation?"

Loki didn't say a word, but Schiller said with a casual tone, "I really appreciate the behavior of you and your brother hurting each other and blowing up like fireworks to make me happy. If everyone were as sensible as you, life would be so wonderful."

Then Schiller put one hand on Loki's bed. He smiled at Loki, and Loki saw the sharp fangs behind his ordinary smile.

"Welcome to Arkham Sanatorium. We offer a variety of medical services, including helping you quickly repair your body so that you can stand up again within an hour."

Loki stared at him and asked, "What's the cost?"

"It looks like you really know me, but if you don't inherit the throne, then Thor will definitely help you pay, so you don't have to worry."

Loki didn't look happy at all, but he still said, "I accept it, hurry up."

"Okay..." Schiller reached out and touched the Venom on his lower leg. Venom suddenly paused, and then a pure energy surrounded him. Venom's size instantly doubled, and its work efficiency increased by more than ten times.

"But you have to think carefully..." Schiller continued, "Although your body has been repaired, your divine power and godly status have not been restored. You are now like your brother, losing your powers and becoming an ordinary person... oh, your physical fitness is even worse than when you first came to Earth."

Schiller looked at Loki's body and said, "Now you are just a pure ordinary person, even worse than Thor who just arrived, at least he is stronger than you."

"As the wisest and most cautious person in Asgard, you shouldn't be thinking about crossing the distant distance to save someone you claim to hate on that barren and remote planet, right?"

After saying that, Schiller picked up his coffee cup and left the hospital room. Loki lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. After a long time, he murmured to himself, "Ordinary people..."

Meanwhile, something changed on Sakaar Star. Thor's special abilities were discovered by Prince Azar of the Supervisory Red Ring Mine.

Prince Azar was the youngest son of the Red King Anmo Azar, and he was the person Thor saw on the top of the mine that day. Unlike most people on Sakaar Star, he was small in stature, but he was deeply loved by the Red King for his outstanding intelligence.

When Thor was brought before Prince Azar, he had become very thin and his strong physique had shrunk due to malnutrition. His handsome classical features had become sunken, and his eyes were deeper in his eye sockets, almost completely different from the strong warrior image he used to have.

Prince Azar, unlike the ordinary people on Sakaar Star, took a drop of Thor's blood with his fingertips, put it under his nose and said, "Asir race?" He sneered and said, "You Asir race people consider yourselves the richest and noblest race in the universe, but you still use such inferior means to expel your own people?"

Thor stared at him, and Prince Azar continued, "Look, an Asir has become my slave. I should really invite everyone to come and see how miserable you are."

"Is this how all Asirs are?" Prince Azar paced around Thor. "But that's right, you war maniacs have no brains, and your fate is to fight and kill. You can't even mine properly, you fools."

Thor's eyes filled with anger, but Prince Azar ignored him and said to his subordinates, "Take him down, heal his wounds and give him something to eat. I need a good dog for the upcoming fighting competition next week."

"Oh, by the way! Did Grandmaster catch an Asgardian too? They might even know each other..."

"Will Grandmaster participate in next week's fighting competition? That would be interesting!"

Prince Azar laughed heartily and said, "Asgardians love to trumpet unity and honor. I want to see what it would look like for two Asgardians to fight to the death."

The Sakaar who escorted Thor here said, "I heard that Grandmaster caught his enemy, an Asgardian who once cheated him in a bet. Grandmaster gave him a good beating and is now keeping him locked up..."

"If you propose a duel between them, Grandmaster will be very happy. He might even speak well of you in front of the emperor."

Prince Azar clapped his hands happily and said, "Take him down and heal him quickly!"

Then he looked at Thor with disdain and said, "Does he look like an Asir like this? Clean him up and bring out that golden armor he wore before. Don't Asirs like to dress like that?"

Prince Azar raised his arms and shouted, "Let all the people of Sakaar see how noble Asirs are like dogs, biting each other in the fighting arena! Hahaha!"

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