Chapter 239: Saka's Bitter Journey (Part 2)

Life in the Red Ring Mine was more terrible than expected, but Thor did nothing and said nothing. He was almost shaken down by several shakings, but he had no intention of changing his posture.

When it was time to get off work, the supervisor Sakaar came over and said, "You are lucky. It is not hungry today. Come down from there immediately and don't waste my time."

The new miners climbed down slowly. One of them accidentally fell down because he was stiff for too long. His shrill scream disappeared in the abyss, but no one was in the mood to look at him.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of surviving the disaster, but they were also afraid of the dark fate that followed. The expressions on their faces were very complicated, with both gratitude and fear, but only Thor had no expression on his face.

Thor's abnormality attracted the attention of the supervisor. When he took all the slaves back to the prison, he pointed at Thor to the jailer guarding the cell. The jailer showed a bad smile and nodded to his companion.

The place where the slaves lived was very dark. Each cell was like a coffin, so narrow that they couldn't even turn around. The so-called meals were just low-quality supplements commonly seen in the interstellar market. Some slaves made noises in their own language, as if they could not absorb this supplement, but the jailer didn't even look at him. Soon, the cell became quiet, as if everyone was desperate.

Thor looked at the supplement in his hand and pinched the outer packaging. He had certainly seen this kind of thing in the interstellar wars for years, but he would never even look at it before. In other words, even the most ordinary soldiers in Asgard would never use this low-quality supplement.

But he still tore open the package with slow movements, then tilted his head back and poured it into his mouth. The strong smell of chemicals hit his brain, but Thor ignored it at all. He leaned against the wall again, saying nothing and doing nothing.

After that, the lights in the cell dimmed and sank into darkness. When Thor woke up again, he was awakened by severe pain.

The jailer pulled the chain fixed on his shoulder again and again. Thor bled a lot again, but he still didn't say a word. He heard the jailer say: "Are you a mute? Answer me, otherwise, I will make you look good!"

Thor stared at him, but didn't reply. The jailer seemed to be irritated by his eyes. He pulled the chain hard, and Thor fell to the ground. He coughed awkwardly a few times. His hair covered with mud blocked his vision, and the dust on the ground blocked his breathing.

Thor lay on the ground and coughed twice. Excessive blood loss made his eyes begin to blacken. He just lay on the ground and let the jailer drag him forward by the chain. Finally, the jailer stepped on his shoulder and pulled the chain hard. Thor twitched and screamed, blue veins climbed up his neck, and his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets.

After the spikes were pulled out, one of Thor's arms had completely lost consciousness. He tilted his head and put his cheek against the ground. He could see the fearful expressions of the aliens in the cell next to him.

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

The jailer's goal was achieved. He took the iron chain that Thor had used, found a slave in another cell, and then drove the spike into his body.

Thor's breathing became slower and slower. He began to close his eyes slowly. His face showed an expression of despair that he didn't know how to describe, as if all the emotions were concentrated on this point and burst out. This expression only existed for a moment, and then turned into numbness and dullness.

Then he dragged his body slowly and followed the supervisor out of the cell. The light of dawn made him squint his eyes, but he didn't see anything, didn't think about anything, just kept moving forward. The iron chain left his body, but the "click" sound of the chain dragging surrounded his ears, as if it would never stop.

A few days later, more than half of Loki's body finally turned from a phantom into a solid body, leaving only the right calf and a ball of black mucus working hard. Schiller poured Loki a cup of coffee and said, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Loki didn't answer, but just mechanically poured coffee into his mouth. Schiller tilted his head to look at Venom who was still working, and said, "You have to thank his previous hosts for being very hard-working people who could work for several nights without sleep. Otherwise, you would still have only one head now."

"What are you thinking about?" Schiller moved a chair and sat down, saying, "Or, what are you regretting? "I..." Loki uttered a word, and Schiller continued his words: "You never thought about seeing your brother suffer so much, right? You thought you could enjoy watching him, watching him lose his soul and suffer so much, and feel relieved and happy, right?" "When you found that you couldn't, you couldn't help but start to think, why is this?" "You achieved all your goals, yes, you beat up Thor's companions severely, made them all seriously injured, washed away your own priesthood and started from scratch, and threw Thor into the interstellar garbage dump, letting him struggle to survive..."

"The goal was perfectly accomplished, the plan was a great success. Now you should be chatting with me leisurely with a coffee cup, laughing at Thor's miserable state, but you find that you can't even act it out."

"The problem is really big." Schiller put the coffee cup on the table next to him and said, "You have successfully made yourself so uncomfortable with a series of wonderful operations. I want to say that the name of the God of Fraud is really suitable for you. When you are ruthless, you even deceive yourself."

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

Loki didn't say a word, but Schiller said in a relaxed tone: "I appreciate your brothers hurting each other and blowing up into fireworks to entertain me. If everyone is as sensible as you, how wonderful life would be."

Then Schiller put one hand on Loki's bedside, and he smiled at Loki. Loki looked at his smiling expression that was no different from that of ordinary people, but saw sharp fangs behind it.

"Welcome to Arkham Sanatorium. We provide 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 seems that you really know me, but if you don't inherit the throne, Thor will definitely pay for you, so don't worry."

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

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

"But you have to think clearly..." Schiller continued, "Although your body has been repaired, your divine power and priesthood have not been fully restored. Now you are like your brother, you have lost your power and become an ordinary person with good physical fitness... Oh, your physical fitness is not good yet."

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

"As the wisest and most cautious person in Asgard, you should not want to cross a long distance to that desolate and remote planet to save someone you always say you hate, right? Huh?"

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

The situation on Sakaar has changed a little. Thor's specialness was discovered by Prince Yashan who supervised the Red Ring Mine.

Prince Yashan is the youngest son of the Red King Anmo Yashan, the man Thor saw at the top of the mine that day.

Unlike most Sakaar, he was thin, but because of his outstanding intelligence, he was always loved by the Red King.

When Thor was brought to Prince Yashan, he had become very haggard. His strong body began to shrink due to malnutrition. His handsome face with classical charm began to sink, and his eyes sank deeper in his eye sockets, and it was almost impossible to see the original image of the strong warrior.

Prince Yashan was different from the ordinary Sakaar trapped on this planet. He reached out and took a little blood from Thor with his fingertips, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said: "...Aesir?"

He sneered and said: "You claim to be the richest and noblest race in the universe, how can you use such a lowly method to expel your people?"

Thor stared at him, and Prince Yashan continued: "Look, an Aesir has become my slave. I really should invite everyone to come here to see your miserable appearance..."

"Are all you Aesir like this?" Prince Arthur paced around Thor. "But that's right, you are a bunch of warmongers who have no brains and can only fight and kill. This is the end of you. You can't even mine well, idiot."

Thor's eyes were filled with anger, but Prince Ashan didn't look at him. Instead, he said to his subordinates: "Take him down, heal his wounds, and feed him something. I need a good dog for the duel competition next week."

"Oh, by the way! Did Lord Gao Tianzun say that he also captured an Asgardian? They might know each other..."

"Lord Gao Tianzun should also participate in the duel competition next week? This is really interesting!"

Ashan Prince Shan laughed and said, "Asgard loves to advocate unity and honor. I want to see what it will be like to let two Asgardians fight to the death?"

The Sakaar who escorted Thor said, "I heard that the Asgardian captured by Lord Gao Tianzun is his enemy. It seems that he cheated his bet. Lord Gao Tianzun beat him up and is now locking him up..."

"If you suggest that they duel, Lord Gao Tianzun will be very happy and may even say a few good words for you in front of His Majesty the Emperor."

Prince Yashan clapped his hands happily and said: Take him down and cure him!"

Then he looked at Thor with disdain and said, "How can he look like an Aesir? Clean him up, then take out the golden armor and let him wear it. Don't Aesir like to dress like that?"

Prince Ashan stretched out his arms and said loudly, "Let all the Sakaar see how the noble Aesir bite each other like dogs in the duel arena! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

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