Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Thor had a dream.

He felt a heavy chest, and there was something pressing on it.

In that murky dream, he fumbled and struggled, trying to lift the gadget before his chest crushed himself.

He touched the thing that pressed it, he touched...

The cold metal, the not-so-smooth appearance, the nicks, the traces left by the war, and the grip most familiar to me, wrapped around the grip of the dragon's leather.

At the end of the grip, there is a strap of leather, a strap of leather.

Like the weight of Wanjun.

It just pressed on Thor's chest.

It was like a mountain, almost breaking his sternum and tearing his skin.

A numbing thunderbolt was beating on the gadget, so violent, uneasy, angry.

It said that it was abandoned.

"Do not!"

In the dream, Thor held the cold thing in his hands. He tried to push it away, but he couldn't.

"No, Mjornier, no!"

He called its name.

But there was no response at all.

It treats Thor like a stranger, mercilessly.

Ah, yes.

Thor remembered.

He has been abandoned by this warhammer, the connection between them has long been broken, and Mjornier no longer belongs to him.

Now, this warhammer, once commanded by the arm, is about to kill him.

This is a dream!

"Uh"

At the next moment, Thor opened his eyes, and he finally got rid of the nightmare related to Mjornir. It was not too late.

And at the moment when he opened his eyes, the collector was gentle and laughed into Thor's ear.

"You just dreamed."

The guy grinned maliciously and said softly:

"I can tell that I am good at this."

"I often observe how my collection awakens from a dream. The expression on your face is familiar to me. I just had a nightmare, right."

The collector standing in front of Thor's cage was still the same as before, but with a golden wooden stick in his hand, like a walking stick.

He stood there, across a layer of glass, looking at Thor who had risen from his sleep.

With a weird happy smile on his face, he said:

"An annoying nightmare, like walking with a shadow, is really annoying. You may not know, Thor Odinson, sometimes I have dreams myself, of course, not as often as when I was young."

"But I am more than 3 billion years old, how can I ask myself?"

"Where is this?"

Thor stood up, moving his arms, and found a strong chain around his arms.

Between the shaking, the thing will make a clicking sound.

With the return of reason, Thor remembered the things before the coma, so he glared at the collector in front of him, and he roared to:

"You tempted Loki! You tempted my brother! You, **** thing!"

Facing Thor's roar, the collector didn't care much.

He was like a monkey looking at the circus. He continued his speech without being interrupted by Thor's roar.

He rubbed his cane in his hand and said:

"Although there are many differences between us, I think our dreams should not be much different. We have all dreamed of things we can't get, right?"

The collector leaned against the glass and watched Thor flapping angrily in the cage. A strange smile appeared on his face. He said:

"But we have a difference after all, our difference lies in..."

"Snapped"

A light illuminated behind the collector, lighting up the huge space in front of Thor.

Illuminating this treasure house, dedicated to the throne of life, the space in front of Thor is filled with various glass showcases, which are suspended in the air, forming a very three-dimensional form.

Those glass cages are full of collectors' collections, life...

All kinds of life.

"Our difference is that I have almost everything you can think of, even you!"

The collector opened his arms, and in that light, he said to Thor in the cage in a high tone:

"And you... Thor Odinson."

"You have nothing, even your name, Thor... Ah, in thousands of worlds, I am always eager to collect a unique Thor, and now I have gotten my wish."

Talia Tiwan stretched his fingers with a bad smile and flicked on the neck of Thor's cage. He said:

"The loser, Thor..."

"You're really unique. I've seen enough of you waving the **** warhammer flying around, but such you, weak you, open-minded and calm you are really rare."

"You will be my best collection, of course..."

Tiwan suddenly showed a regretful smile.

He leaned on his cane and slowly planned to leave the treasure house of life. He waved to Thor in the cage. He said in a frustrated tone:

"If you can come back alive from Saka Star."

"What do you mean?"

Thor noticed from the collector's suddenly changed tone that something bad was about to happen.

He pulled the chain that trapped his hands into a rattle, and he roared loudly:

"Speak clearly! Talia Tiwan! Speak clearly! Saka Star... what is that?"

"A fighting hell, Thor."

The figure of the collector disappeared into the treasure trove. His last words came to Thor's ears. He said:

"I hate my cousin to re-operate his own arena in this little universe, and he is still in the stage of just opening. He needs some famous gladiators to open business for him."

"Unfortunately, he chose you...oh, I hope you won't be as bad as my other collections."

"Tiwan! Tiwan! Come back!"

After the collector left the treasure trove of life, the lights here dimmed again, and Thor shouted in his cage:

"That's wrong! Rocky told me that she will change me back! You can't! You can't do this!"

His roar echoed in the treasure house like a harsh murmur, which quickly caused dissatisfaction with the "guest" in the cage beside him.

"Hey! Big silly man, just shut up."

A hoarse, very hoarse, weird sound rang from the cage on Thor's left hand.

There was a trace of despair and bewilderment in that voice.

"Tanya Twan can certainly do that. He is the elder of the universe, do you know? The kind of tall person, in his eyes, we are all playthings that can be occupied and classified."

"He said there was nothing in this group of stars that he did not have the right to engage in. It was arrogant, but it was true."

The disheartened voice said to Thor:

"In short, stop shouting, stay a little stronger, from here to Sakaxing is a long distance, I will pray for you here, and pray that you can come back alive."

"This voice..."

Thor's eyes blinked.

Although he lost his divine power, he was still an Asgard, and his memory was very good.

He quickly found the source of this recognizable voice from his own memory. He stuck it on the cage's odd glass, and he shouted to the cage on his left:

"I've heard your voice, in the earth, Nevada, Pagansoski grounds... a projection, a talking duck, claiming to be from another universe."

"What's your name... what? Merlin told me clearly."

Thor rubbed his forehead and thought hard.

After a few seconds, a low-pitched voice came from the cage on his left.

"My name is Howard, Howard T. Duck."

"I did go to the earth and had contact with the agents, but as you can see, I am now a traveler into a collector's plaything, a collectible, which is really a shame."

"Do you know? Brother Tor, although I just met you, but I have determined that you, like me, belong to the kind of person who is full of **** troubles in his life."

"Our lives are derailed, I am 99.99999% sure!"

The sound of this duck sounds very decadent...

Well, it was probably overwhelmed by the heavy and bad life.

"How long have you been here?"

Thor asked, and Howard's strange duck replied:

"Months? Years? Ten years? I can't remember. This treasure trove of life is very strange. The time flow rate inside it is different from the outside world."

"Do you know how to escape?"

A guy like Thor can never bow his head to life.

Just after being locked in here, after knowing that the collector had tricked Loki and he didn't intend to keep the contract at all, Thor would immediately find a way to escape.

"Don't think about it, impossible."

The decadent Howard duck pours cold water on Thor's head. It says:

"I've never seen anyone escape, and I thought about escape when I was locked in, but...my duck Kung Fu couldn't break the cage at all, let alone escape."

"You know, this space is very unique, there is no external force stimulation, the inside of this treasure house is kept constant."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

It was when Howard Duck and Thor exchanged information.

On the right hand side of Thor's cage, another guy who was locked in was awakened. This guy looked different from the good-tempered Howard duck.

It is rougher, more brutal, and more vicious.

"To bother Tori again when he sleeps, Tori murders you! Eat you! Well... there's a newcomer!"

The guy struck the glass of the cage with his head, and he said abruptly toward Thor:

"Hey, beard and handsome man, be a lover, let Torrie eat your fingers, will you?"

Faced with this request, Thor refused.

But the guy screamed incessantly:

"Faster!"

"Don't be a stingy person! Anyway, you don't need your fingers anymore, just let Torrie take a bite."

Thor is still wondering who is next to him. Howard Duck, who is already familiar with him, took the initiative to introduce him to:

"That's Torri, a **** dog. It looks no different from other **** dogs, but the collector is very precious, maybe because of blood?"

"I don't understand this, but when it's going crazy, it always roars something I don't understand..."

"Shut up! Duck! Murder you! Put Tori out! Tori lets you see how Tori is good at murder!"

The grumpy **** dog was irritated.

It roared in the cage like a chattering devil, shouting things like murder.

Well, murder is the mantra of this dog.

This guy can associate almost everything with the word murder.

Uh, apart from the occasional fire breathing and bad temper, this **** dog who was kept beside Thor is actually quite cute.

then...

The first day of the collection, Thor Odinson, has passed.

In the cage.

Chatting with a duck and arguing with a dog is a crazy life that Thor has never experienced.

The collector's maid brought him food, which was delicious and nutritious.

But this may be more to allow Thor to recuperate his spirit and greet the upcoming Saga Star's journey of fighting.

At midnight, after Howard Duck and Hell Dog Tory were asleep, Thor leaned back in the cage alone.

There was a gloom of gloom in his eyes.

Rocky played with him again, putting him in danger, keeping him farther and farther away from his hometown and lover. It may take a long time before he sees Jane again, sees Schiff again, and sees his parents again.

But this time, it's different.

This time was different from all the pranks that Loki had played with before.

Thor even...

I can't even mention the hatred and anger towards Loki in my heart.

Before he fell into a coma, Loki said to him, probably for the first time in so many years, the two brothers talked about this issue.

Rocky said Thor was her shadow and she had to go out.

So, my own brother...

Have you been jealous of yourself?

why?

Why did it become like this now?

Why is he so jealous...

"It's very simple, because Luo is basically a jealous person. You just didn't find it. Your brother is very different from you. In any sense, it's very different."

"She's jealous of you, Thor, you have everything she doesn't have, she's desperately trying to catch up to you, as good as you, better than you..."

"Although in my opinion, the prince who was immersed in wars, battles, and wine for 1500 years is not so good."

Gentle, with a hint of laughter, suddenly sounded in Thor's heart, like an old friend's greeting for a long time.

It was like a flash of lightning struck Thor, causing him to raise his head violently.

"Merlin? Is it you? Merlin..."

"Yes, it's me."

In the darkness, the shadow behind Thor converged, like a shadow raven, which fell on Thor's shoulder between flapping wings.

It said to Thor:

"It's really difficult to hide the senses of the elders of the universe, but fortunately, in this closed universe, Tanya Tiwan is also suppressed. But the bad news is that even if he is suppressed, he is still Quite a tough opponent."

"I'll make a long story short, Thor, if you want to leave, you need an opportunity. I can't intervene, because there is a little...conflict of interest between me and this collector."

The raven said to Thor:

"I can only think of a way to create an opportunity for you. You have to escape on your own, otherwise... do me a favor."

"what?"

Thor asked.

"When you leave, help me bring back one thing from the collector, the Stone of Noon that you gave him, and I need it."

"Do not."

Thor snorted, and in the dark, he opened his eyes and looked at the weird life in the treasure house of life that had been blocked, the life that had lost freedom.

Like him, they are bound by collectors as playthings, life without dignity.

There was a fire in his heart, he said softly:

"I have a better idea, Merlin."

"When that moment of escape comes, let's plunder here... smash all the bastard's collection and teach him a profound lesson!"

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