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Chapter 112: Nightmare
Laufey's expression suddenly shifted.
The second prince of Asgard is actually a Frost Giant?
"If you succeed, we will both get what we desire. You will achieve your goal, and I, as a Frost Giant, will rule Asgard!"
This was a tempting offer. Laufey considered the feasibility of the plan before nodding in agreement. "Then, I accept. However, I need assurance. If you—"
"No need for that. I'm prepared."
Loki interrupted, and a box glowing with an icy light slowly appeared in his hand.
**Casket of Ancient Winters!**
...
It had been over a month since the Hulk crisis.
During this period, Thor, waiting for the next event, enjoyed a rare peace.
The Marvel universe was entering an unprecedentedly exciting phase. Superheroes were emerging in droves, and apocalyptic crises, once rare, had become routine.
Construction of the castle was progressing rapidly.
A vast plot of land had been enclosed on Long Island, drawing attention from many, including Tony Stark, who had recently settled in.
"Dude, are you serious? Are you building a residential complex or a commercial district?"
Tony Stark looked at the massive foundations with confusion.
Thor handed him a blueprint with a blank expression. It depicted a series of castles, almost resembling a royal palace.
"Seriously?!" Stark exclaimed in shock. He pointed at Thor, bewildered, and after a pause, said, "If you were living in the Middle Ages, the angry mobs would have hanged you!"
Thor remained noncommittal. But considering their ambitions to become kings, why not live luxuriously?
He hadn't yet left the bar scene behind...
The desolate streets were littered with garbage, and numerous discarded vehicles blocked the roads.
An inexplicable, terrifying aura hung in the air.
As the cold wind swept through, dead branches, leaves, waste paper, and garbage were lifted, swirling with dust, obscuring vision and filling hearts with despair and helplessness.
The walls were streaked with dried purple-brown blood and bloody handprints. Occasionally, suspicious corpses lay on the ground, emitting a foul stench.
Swarming blowflies hovered over the rotting, smelly bodies, biting and dispersing with a burst of activity, carrying bits of carrion as they searched for new corpses to feed on.
The scene was apocalyptic!
No, it was more like the end of the universe!
Such a scene could unfold on any planet!
"Where am I...?"
As consciousness returned, Thor woke up groggily, Mjölnir in hand.
Opening his eyes, he saw a faint blue light emanating from his empty gaze reflected on Mjolnir surface.
"Boom..."
Even though his eyes were closed, he could perceive the distant scene. Two powerful beings, unlike anything he had seen before, clashed.
One wore golden battle armor, capable of annihilating a planet with a single landing and slaying millions of gods with one strike.
The God Eater Armor!
The other, a hulking figure surpassing even the Hulk, could shake the world with a roar.
Green Skar Hulk!
Their power could alter the course of a universe and destroy countless galaxies with a mere gesture.
Yet now, they were defeated by their opponent's mere gestures!
The architect of this destruction was an old figure with a golden helmet—Thanos!
The golden armor was torn apart, revealing a mortal face filled with frustration.
Green Skar Hulk was restrained by Thanos, who spoke in a deep voice: "You, not bad. Perhaps I should consider changing pets?"
At that moment, the dense fog parted, revealing a man with an iron chain around his neck.
Hulk?
With a single punch, Hulk's head was crushed as if he were a mere domestic dog, his formidable regeneration failing to help.
Thanos tightened the iron chain around Green War Hulk's neck and turned to face Thor.
On the battlefield, only the two of them remained amidst the wreckage. The ground was strewn with debris, including recognizable fragments—the wreckage of Iron Man's armor, the Eye of Agamotto, and a broken ax blade.
Nearby, there were also adamantium bone claws that clearly didn't belong in this world...