The next day.
The Gladiator Arena was still packed.
Even though the Red Wind Queen didn't appear every day, for the Sakaar People living in the Imperial Capital, watching other slaves entertain themselves was still an exciting affair.
Not to mention, the esteemed Red King had announced that there would be two unusual contestants today.
One of them had an extraordinary background, and the other was foolish enough to attempt a Champion Challenge.
How could they miss such a spectacle?
Although, according to the normal procedure, a challenger would have to wait until the third day to meet the Red Wind Queen.
But they couldn't wait until the third day to come and watch the fun, because who knew where that idiot would die?
Before the competition began, every participant needed to tidy up their appearance.
They had to put on armor and pick up their weapons, after all, simple slaughter wasn't much fun.
At this moment, Loki was being held down on a chair. A hunched-over old man with a mechanical arm walked out. With a flick of his wrist, the machine on the mechanical arm immediately unfolded, and various scissors and razors began to whir, making Loki panic.
"What do you think you're doing!" His voice became sharp and trembling.
"Don't move around, my hands aren't as steady as they used to be."
"I swear by Odin, you will not cut my hair! Wait, I'm begging you..." Loki shouted.
But Li Fashi turned a deaf ear.
A moment later, a short-haired Loki was freshly "baked."
Loki looked utterly dejected, as if he had lost all hope in life. He had to admit that all the beatings from Four Arms, being sent to Sakaar, having his collarbone pierced... none of it had hit him as hard as this.
Because his flowing, beautiful hair was gone.
"Thor, that idiot, will laugh himself to death..."
"Thor, who is that, another prince?"
The Red King walked over, heard Loki's muttering, and mocked, "No wonder you ended up in this state. So you're a pathetic loser who failed to compete for the throne."
Hearing this, Loki immediately looked at him.
But the look displeased the Red King, who unhesitatingly pressed a controller. Neurotoxin immediately took effect on Loki.
"Take that lowly look out of your eyes, you mongrel! I preferred you dead yesterday."
He kicked Loki, then crouched down, looking at the gritting Loki, and said contemptuously, "Look at your pathetic state, losing the throne, being exiled here, becoming my slave. What right do you have to look me in the eye?"
Loki didn't respond.
The Red King continued, "Prince of the Asgardian... Hah, what a waste! Compared to me, who killed my own father and seized the throne, you're far inferior."
"You killed your father?"
Hearing this, Loki finally reacted. He looked up in disbelief, his eyes filled with fear and anger. But more than anything, Loki thought of himself.
He had originally intended to have his own father kill the other father.
"Just an old man who brought his own death upon himself," the Red King said dismissively. "What, are you too much of a coward to lay a hand on your brother and father? Pathetic!"
The Red King chuckled and shook his head. He seemed to understand now why Loki had appeared on Sakaar.
Loki fell silent.
He suddenly realized how similar he was to the King of Sakaar before him. The only difference was that the other man had succeeded, while he had failed.
But looking at the other man's current state, Loki wondered if he would have become like this if his plan had succeeded.
He didn't know.
He didn't even know if he truly had the courage to kill Odin and Thor.
"Cowardly thing, no wonder you were banished to Sakaar. Truly pathetic," the Red King shook his head, not out of sympathy for Loki, but because he found the man laughable. "You're only fit to grovel before me."
He found it somewhat boring.
Enslaving a weak and failed prince didn't bring him any more pleasure than enslaving anyone else. Even if he paraded this dog around, it wouldn't make him feel superior.
He no longer intended to keep Loki around.
The Red King turned and left.
He returned to the Totem Tower, awaiting the start of the competition.
Awaiting the spectacle of the prince's miserable death.
He sat proudly on his golden Throne, one hand propping up his cheek. Beside him, two attendants of unknown race fanned him with enormous fans.
With Sakaar's technology, such an ancient method of cooling was unnecessary, but how else could he display his power?
Standing next to these attendants was Caiera.
The most powerful woman of the Shadow People was like a gray slate, showing no emotion.
Because such days were far too common. On Sakaar, bloody battles took place every single day.
Countless warriors died here every day.
But in her eyes, this was already very good. At least these activities could keep the Red King focused, preventing him from stirring up wars everywhere.
At this moment, Princess Looma walked over.
Upon seeing her, Caiera immediately greeted her, "Looma, why have you come over?"
"I heard someone plans to undertake a Champion Challenge, so I came to see," Princess Looma said with anticipation.
In truth, for a very long time, she had no interest in those who undertook Champion Challenges. These people were merely ignorant brash youths, possessing no strength worthy of her attention.
However, after yesterday's battle with Bill, she felt a renewed sense of anticipation.
A formidable opponent was what she truly desired.
"Then you'll be disappointed, Looma." The Red King sat in his chair, then turned his head and said obsequiously, "This challenger is a scrawny kid. I'm afraid you could break his bones with a puff of air."
He then looked at a servant nearby and said coldly, "Hurry up and bring another chair. Do you expect my esteemed Red Wind Queen to stand and watch the match?!"
Several maids were startled and quickly knelt to kowtow, simultaneously bringing another luxurious chair and placing it beside the Red King.
Seeing this, the Red King's face showed a hint of a smile. "Come, sit, Looma!"
"Your behavior disgusts me, Angmo Asan." Looma glanced at him. Her four eyes had no pupils, only yellow whites, yet this gaze was still filled with disdain.
Clearly, the Red King's feigned gentlemanly demeanor was not a plus in Looma's eyes.
She walked directly to Caiera's side, arms crossed, standing straight.
Looma and Caiera actually had a very good relationship, for no other reason than Caiera was a warrior she admired.
This female of the Shadow People wielded the powerful Old Power and was capable of fighting Looma.
However, it was a pity that Caiera did not enjoy fighting.
Ignored by Looma, the Red King's expression instantly turned ferocious, and his gaze towards Looma's retreating back was filled with malice.
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