For most races in the universe, passing through wormholes more than 50 times in a row causes physical discomfort.
"Have you checked how many times we're going to jump?"
"Uh, it seems to be more than 1,500 times…"
"Ah ah ah ah ah—"
Soon, Thor began to feel dizzy, and his stomach was overwhelmed.
Poor little sister Lyra was already delirious, and it seemed she wouldn't be able to resist for long.
The fighter plane trembled suddenly; it seemed unable to bear the pressure of continuous transmission and began to malfunction. Thor sighed, hugged Nebula, and pressed the emergency eject button.
…
Sakaar is a chaotic planet with poor law and order. It is used by many off-worlders as a garbage dump and a place of exile for criminals. The whole planet is full of trash, and the people are tough and violent. This is a lawless place.
However, such places often have a prosperous side. Some profiteering industries, unsuitable for the outside world, flourish here.
Sakaar's most notable industry is the championship competition held by the Grandmaster. The winner gets everything they could dream of—glory, money, beauty. And the loser… no one cares about losers.
Because the death rate of gladiators is so high, most people are unwilling to participate. Even strong men confident in their own strength often have other ways to get what they want. Most gladiators come from hunts by scavengers.
Thor crawled out of a hill of garbage with Nebula in his arms. A group of grotesque scavengers surrounded him, and one of them held a strange gun with a strong paralyzing effect.
"I can't deal with Thanos and you mobs?" Thor was furious. He rushed forward, knocked them all to their knees, and beat them up.
…
When Nebula woke up slowly, Thor asked with a troubled face, "Did you bring any money with you? Can our cosmic coins buy a flight?" Money—even if brought—wouldn't include universal coins. This was all they had gotten from the poor scavengers.
Nebula glanced at the surrounding environment and shook her head. "A normal planet might barely be enough, but here, it's such a mess—the price could be many times higher…"
Well, Thor shrugged helplessly. In a place like this, there's always a shortcut to get money quickly. The simplest option was the fighting arena.
…
"Our top priority now is to collect enough money to buy a spaceship and leave." In a bar, Thor said to Nebula, "Next, I'll sign up to participate in the duel as a free man and challenge the one who has won 66 consecutive victories. Win the bounty!"
"What about me?" Nebula asked.
"You're in charge of betting all our money on me to win."
"Then what?"
"Bet all your winnings on my next match. Bet on me to win again…"
Er—so brazen? Lyra frowned.
But when she thought that this guy could hold his own against Thanos, Lyra felt relieved. He really had the capital to show off. How could a boss at Thanos' level lower himself to come to such a place?
In Nebula's eyes, being able to fight Thanos for so long without dying was almost a 50-50 chance…
…
"Are you planning to sign up for the gladiatorial competition and directly challenge the champion?"
The Grandmaster, wearing a rich gold coat, looked surprised. Normally, many hope to end the winning streak, but if it comes at the cost of dying, forget it. No one wants to challenge the Streak Boss except outlaws or forced prisoners with bomb collars.
Although he felt that Thor's strength was impressive, he didn't expect him to be so confident.
This conclusion came from the men who had tried to block Thor earlier—three were turned into rubble by Thor, and the last was reduced to a scorched puddle by the Grandmaster…