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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Resurrection

In the VIP room, several attendants were giving Thor a massage.

The Grandmaster had thoughtfully sent attendants who met human aesthetic standards. If Thor wanted anything, they would certainly comply.

However, Thor maintained his principles, especially with a beautiful young woman constantly eyeing him...

Nebula walked in. "Hey, when are we leaving?"

Thor didn't respond immediately; he glanced at the task bar that had just appeared.

"Congratulations, Host, for triggering the Grandmaster's exclusive mission: Power and Glory—nothing showcases a man's romance like a hearty duel!"

"Mission Objective: Win 300 consecutive battles in Sakaar's arena. Mission Reward: Active Skill - Resurrection."

"Resurrection: Resurrect a target deceased for less than 30 hours, with a one-year cooldown."

"Note: Due to the Infinite Gems, the dead cannot be resurrected, and those who have naturally died cannot be resurrected."

Fewer words often mean a better reward. The ancients weren't wrong. The simple resurrection technique, though limited, is still the strongest reward Thor has encountered since the system was activated.

While it may seem inferior to the Time Gem, the Time Gem has a significant limitation: the stronger the target controlled by time, the greater the requirement for the gem user's strength.

For instance, Strange could easily reverse time on an entire street with the gems, saving countless lives from accidents.

Yet, the Ancient One cannot use the gems to extend her own life.

She would rather use Dormammu's dark power to quench her thirst with poison.

The "resurrection" skill, however, does not have this limitation. Its only downside is the lengthy cooldown.

Thor knew this was a power the Grandmaster possessed in the 616 universe. In the 199999 universe he now occupied, the Grandmaster was more of a joke.

Winning 300 games in a row seemed like a long-term task, meaning Thor would need to stay in Sakaar for an extended period.

Thor turned to Nebula and asked, "Is there anywhere you want to go?"

Nebula shook her head. Her homeland had been completely destroyed long ago due to her resistance to Thanos' half-destruction policy. Following Thor was partly because she had no clear direction for her future.

Thor smiled and said, "Then we'll rest here for a while. For ordinary people, this place might seem like hell. But for us, living on this chaotic planet is often easier. What do you think?"

Nebula nodded.

The night before, two men in a bar had tried to pick a fight with her after failing to engage in conversation.

Ultimately, she had dispatched them and fed their remains to the fish.

The local law enforcement, upon learning she was affiliated with Thor, had quickly deferred to her and escorted her inside.

This had been gratifying for her.

In an orderly planet, such matters would have been much more troublesome.

Thanks to the previous bet, Nebula had returned with over 100 million cosmic coins and purchased a mansion not far from the arena as a temporary residence.

It was a pity there would not be such favorable odds in the future...

…

Three days later, Thor participated in the second match, delivering a single thunderous strike...

A week later, in the third game, his opponent was a brutish fighter. With sufficient strength, Thor's sword cut through people, armor, and shields, piercing the heart...

A very impressive "Mr. Pikachu" had appeared in Sakaar, ending the winning streak and showcasing remarkable skills. More spectators flocked to watch, filling every seat.

…

"Boom—" A true man never looks back at an explosion. Amid the cheering crowd, Thor sheathed his weapon and headed toward the exit.

"Ahhh, Pikachu is my hero!!!"

"Darling, I want to have a child with you!!!"

Thor glanced over and noticed the person shouting was an alien beauty with a human body and a bull's head. Her enthusiastic declaration made him quicken his pace.

As he passed the Grandmaster's office, he suddenly heard, "Scavenger 142, there is something for you."

He saw a robust, black woman with a strong smell of alcohol walking towards him...

Scavenger 142? Was that the surviving Valkyrie?