"The answer to this question shouldn't be in doubt anymore, right?"
Tony Stark's voice rang out as he glanced around at everyone. "We ruled out 'Lullaby' from the start—it has nothing to do with the hammer."
"And without the hammer, using it to suppress Hulk is obviously impossible. Thor defeating Hulk under those conditions? Highly unlikely."
"The only option left is that Thor got smashed by Hulk."
"Even without elimination, that one's the most reasonable anyway. We're talking about Hulk."
No one around objected—they all agreed without hesitation.
"Thor, I think the answer's pretty clear," Captain America said, turning toward him.
"I feel like we might've missed something… maybe overlooked a detail? Let's discuss this again. I think our analysis might be off," Thor shook his head, clearly reluctant to answer.
Sure, rationally speaking, option B was the most likely, but emotionally… as a god of Asgard, being smashed by a mortal man?
That was utterly humiliating.
"Thor, if you don't want to answer, that's fine," Tony jabbed with surgical precision, "but no matter who answers, the video will still play."
Thor: "…"
Ouch. That stung.
"Stark, that's not what I meant! I just wanted to confirm the accuracy, okay?"
Thor rubbed his nose awkwardly. "But since everyone's so sure… fine, I choose B!"
In the end, he reluctantly gave his answer.
He really had no way out. Even if he cared about his pride, he wasn't shameless enough to lie in front of everyone.
So, with an awkward grin, he "stepped forward bravely."
[Correct Answer!]
The system instantly responded, and Thor felt a sharp sting in his chest. He couldn't help but shoot a resentful glare at Dr. Banner.
First you smash Loki, now me—what the hell, man?Can you at least leave Asgard some dignity?
Odin only had two sons!
[Congratulations to participant Thor Odinson for obtaining the reward: Thunder Beast!]
Whoosh!
With the system chime, a powerful surge of energy coursed through Thor. His embarrassment vanished instantly—his excitement was overflowing.
Because this skill… was insanely good.
It was like it had been tailor-made for the God of Thunder himself.
Good thing—thank the Norns—he hadn't let anyone else answer that question, or he'd be kicking himself for eternity.
"Hahaha!" Thor burst into laughter. "You all wanted to see me embarrassed, didn't you? Well, I don't care anymore! With this reward, laugh all you want!"
"Seems like Thor's reward is quite something," Strange remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"'Thunder Beast,' huh?" Star-Lord murmured thoughtfully. "So… a monster formed out of lightning?"
Judging from the name, that sounded about right.
"Exactly! Watch closely!" Thor grinned. He willed his power forth—bolts of lightning crackled from his body, sparking and snapping through the air.
Those arcs of lightning quickly merged together, condensing into a massive creature nearly seven meters tall!
The instant it appeared, an overwhelming aura of thunderous might filled the air. Everyone's hair stood on end.
That massive beast, glowing with blinding lightning, struck straight at their souls—an indescribable mix of awe and fear.
Thunderous beastly presence combined with divine lightning power—no one could stand steady. Some nearly fell to their knees.
ROAR!
The Thunder Beast let out a bone-shaking bellow that rattled eardrums and sent shockwaves through their spirits.
It was like coming face to face with a primordial monster of the wilds.
The impact ran so deep it was beyond words.
Simply put—it was insanely strong.
Under Thor's control, the Thunder Beast circled the arena like it was showing off, streaking around the group and putting on a dramatic display before Thor finally dismissed it.
Silence filled the room. No one spoke. They were all dumbfounded.
"This guy's too damn strong. No wonder he killed Ronan…"
Star-Lord's eyes widened in disbelief.
He'd grown up among Ravagers, met countless cosmic powerhouses—but someone like Thor? That was a first.
The man was basically cheating at life.
Sure, the Thunder Beast was a system reward, but Star-Lord wasn't stupid—the power behind it still depended on Thor's own might.
And for a creature that big to appear… Thor's strength was clearly terrifying.
"Haha, well? Not bad, right?" Thor beamed proudly. "That was just a small one. I can make an even bigger Thunder Beast—but I doubt you guys could handle the energy pressure."
"Yeah, yeah, keep showing off," everyone thought, rolling their eyes.
[Answering complete. Begin video playback!]
The system prompt chimed, and a new video appeared on the big screen.
First came the sight of a dim, chaotic corridor.
Two fully armed soldiers dragged a man along the ground like a dead dog, while others shoved another captive into the tunnel.
Given the "arena" context, everyone quickly guessed where this was—
The backstage of the gladiator arena.
Next to the corridor was a red energy barrier enclosing a cell-like area full of alien gladiators.
And among them—stood Thor.
"Thor, you want a wooden fork?" asked a rock-like man holding a crude trident.
Even though everyone had already seen Rocket Raccoon, Mantis, and Groot, this rock guy still drew astonished looks.
The universe truly had no shortage of weirdos.
"No." Thor replied offhandedly while picking weapons from a rack.
Clearly, this was right before the fight.
"Yeah, I get that," the rock man shrugged. "It's only useful for stabbing three-headed vampires anyway."
Three-headed vampires. Great. Another cosmic oddity.
"If only I still had my hammer…" Thor sighed, hefting a large blade in his hands.
That one line confirmed everyone's theory—he'd lost his hammer on Sakaar.
Otherwise, he'd never have ended up as the Grandmaster's prisoner.
"Your hammer?" the rock man asked curiously.
"A very special one," Thor said. "Forged from the heart of a dying star. When I spin it fast enough, it lets me fly."
"You ride the hammer?" the rock man asked with a straight face.
"No, I don't ride the hammer."
"So… the hammer rides you?"
"No, no, when I spin it fast enough, it lifts me o—"
"Oh my god! It takes off your clothes?"
"It lifts me off the ground, and I fly!"
The audience nearly fell out of their chairs laughing. This rock guy was beyond ridiculous. What was even in that stone head of his?
After chatting for a bit, Thor suddenly noticed a woman at the nearby bar, drinking and chatting.
It was the Valkyrie—the same one who'd been traumatized by Hela—though no one recognized her yet.
"She's the one who brought me here," Thor said, pointing at her.
"Yeah, Scrapper 142," the rock man nodded. "Watch out for those Asgardians, mate. They just don't die."
Asgardian?
Both the real Thor and the one on-screen were startled. They hadn't realized she was from Asgard too.
They didn't even remember anyone like her from home.
"Hey!"
The moment Thor heard that, he bolted toward her.
But the woman flicked a small device at him—he stopped dead in his tracks like a shocked cat. "Don't use that thing! I just want to talk!"
Clearly, whatever that device was, even Thor feared it.
"Asgard is on the brink of destruction!" Thor said solemnly.
Those words instantly darkened the mood.
"On the brink of destruction" wasn't just dramatic—it was dire.
Given Thor had already lost Mjolnir, that meant Hela was free.So… was the threat to Asgard her?Or perhaps Thanos, now wielding a Power Stone?
On-screen, the Valkyrie ignored Thor completely, drinking as if nothing mattered.
But then, a symbol flashed on her wrist—
"The Valkyrie… she's a Valkyrie!?"
Real-life Thor gasped. He recognized that mark instantly.
The Valkyrior had once been Asgard's elite—legends of old—but they'd vanished from history long ago.
He hadn't imagined any still lived.
So why was she here on Sakaar, scavenging instead of returning home?And worse—she was the one who'd brought him here!
Clearly, there was a hidden story behind that.
Thor on-screen tried again to talk to her, but she barely acknowledged him.
"Thunder-man, you're up!"
A voice called from behind. Several armed guards came for him—it was time for the match.
Thor, of course, resisted—but the moment they activated some control device, his body convulsed violently, collapsing to the ground.
Obviously, the Grandmaster had his ways of controlling his gladiators.
Thor had definitely been implanted or tampered with somehow.
And so, like a ragdoll, he was dragged away into a tunnel.
The camera shifted—to the grand arena.
It looked just like an ancient Roman coliseum, filled with floating ships and roaring lights focused on the center.
Those beams formed a massive projection—hundreds of meters tall—of none other than the self-obsessed Grandmaster himself.
"Ladies and gentlemen! A glorious night, a magnificent show! Are you ready!?" he boomed, hyping up the crowd.
Cheers erupted, deafening and wild.
"And now—let's begin!"
He grinned theatrically. "Our next contender—though new to the arena, shows great promise! Let's see what he's made of!"
Of course, he was talking about Thor.
Meanwhile, up in the VIP stands, Loki appeared, casually sipping a drink and looking way too comfortable.
"Loki?"
Everyone watching the screen was stunned. Loki was on Sakaar too?
And he looked like a damn celebrity while Thor was being dragged through the mud?
That gap was insane.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the Lord of Thunder!"
With that announcement, the arena gate opened.
Thor—his long golden hair cruelly shorn off by some sadistic old man—stepped out slowly into the light.
He looked around, gauging his surroundings, then grabbed the provided shield and mace, and strode to the center of the arena.
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