"A minotaur…?"
Loki, imprisoned for some time, stared coldly at the newcomer.
It seemed the Nine Realms of Yggdrasil—aside from Saitama's terrifying Tenth Realm—were far from peaceful.
As guards locked the minotaur inside and left, Loki sensed something unusual.
This one wasn't like the other convicts—no rage, no struggle.
Calm.
As if… he came here on purpose.
"Hey! This is our turf now. From today on, you follow our rules, got it?"
"Damn it! When I get out, I'll use that thing's head as a piss pot!"
"I'll defile Asgard's women! Let me out if you've got guts!"
"What are you staring at, rookie? Wanna die?"
…
Sharing the cell with the minotaur were four massive dwarf warriors.
They shouted wildly, filling the damp prison with their curses.
Asgard never lacked for criminals.
Now, with the Nine Realms in turmoil, prisoners poured in faster than cells could hold.
The guards turned a blind eye, secretly hoping some would die to free space.
But the "minotaur" was no mistake.
He was the Dark Elf champion—Agam.
His cold eyes scanned the cell, a twisted smile tugging his lips.
It had gone even smoother than expected.
Peace had dulled Asgard, weakened its vigilance.
The cosmos belonged only to the Dark Elves.
Only Lord Malekith was fit to rule!
Agam slipped a scarlet shard into his palm—the Aether fragment.
It melted into him like liquid stone.
Agam dropped to his knees, roaring in pain.
"What's wrong with him?"
"Did we scare him to death? Hahaha!"
The dwarves laughed—until their smiles froze.
The air grew hotter.
Crack—crack—
Armor split apart.
Agam's body swelled, molten muscle bulging beneath his skin.
His massive frame grew taller, black armor fusing to his flesh.
When the glow faded—
He stood four meters tall, clad in monstrous obsidian plates.
A Cursed Warrior.
The Dark Elves' ultimate weapon against Bor and the armies of Asgard.
This was the last of them.
Boom!
Agam's hand clamped a dwarf by the throat, slamming him against the golden barrier.
The air filled with the stench of seared flesh and screams.
The other three dwarves went silent with terror.
His fist rose—
Crash!
The supposedly unbreakable golden screen shattered.
The prison went still.
Then erupted.
"Free me! I'll do anything!"
"I am a Vanir warrior—let me out!"
"Release me! I'll kill Odin myself!"
The convicts roared, decades of hatred boiling over.
All shared one thing—boundless loathing for Asgard.
Agam had lit a fire in gasoline.
Chaos erupted through the dungeon.
Loki watched with narrowed eyes.
Agam's strength now rivaled Thor's many times over—only Odin or colossal beasts could challenge him.
Prison guards rushed in, but were swallowed by the flood of enraged criminals.
Agam passed a cell and paused.
Inside stood one of Asgard's three princesses.
He tilted his head, then moved on.
Loki smirked faintly. "I suggest you go left."
Agam stopped, glancing back.
"And one more thing—don't provoke the Tenth Realm. There's someone there you can't afford to anger."
Loki's eyes narrowed. "The Tenth Realm… an untouchable existence?"
Agam snorted. To the Dark Elves, the cosmos was their prize.
Asgard was only the first step.
The so-called Tenth Realm? Just another place to burn.
…
In the palace above, Jane Foster writhed, crimson energy devouring her from within.
The healers despaired—nothing could halt the Aether.
Odin revealed the truth: the Aether had awakened, and with it, Malekith surely stirred.
Jane had become a beacon in the dark—drawing him closer.
Suddenly, an armored soldier burst in. "My king! Loki has incited a riot—all prisoners freed! Guards are falling—we need reinforcements!"
"Loki!" Thor gasped, heart pounding.
Though he himself had jailed him, Loki was still his brother.
"I must go, Father. Daisy, will you come with me? I won't let Loki fall!"
Daisy shrugged, nodding casually. "It's just a prison riot. How hard could it be?"
(End of Chapter)
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