That night, no one on Planet Sakaar could find rest. The entire population was gripped by a singular, overwhelming emotion: 'fear'.
Most had thought the battle would be over quickly. With the immense power of the warship fleet representing the Planet Sakaar civilization, they believed that no matter how formidable, a single person would be crushed to dust in an instant.
But they were wrong. Completely wrong.
The battle dragged on, devolving into a stalemate. Explosions lit up the night sky like grand fireworks, illuminating the darkness with their brilliance.
The sky, awash in laser beams and blinding flashes, never dimmed for even a moment. By the end, both the sky and earth had become a raging inferno. Countless burning ashes drifted down over the cities of Planet Sakaar, resembling snowflakes carried by the wind.
As the dark night receded and the first rays of dawn pierced through the swirling wormholes on the horizon, the sky was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of scorched metal. A cascade of ash continued to fall over the ruined city.
Where the grand coliseum once stood, a colossal crater now marked the landscape, a testament to the relentless destruction wrought by the warship wreckage. It had become Planet Sakaar's largest graveyard— a resting place for the interstellar warships that had met their end.
At this moment, countless surviving aliens, trembling in hidden shelters, directed their stunned gazes toward a single point in the sky.
The sky, now devoid of warships, felt eerily empty. Not a single craft remained, large or small.
Floating hundreds of meters above the ground was a solitary figure. His once-glowing, radiant form had dimmed, yet he still flickered with an unyielding brilliance.
By the end of the battle, the only one left standing on the battlefield was Kyle.
"Unbelievable... he actually did it."
"Challenging the Grandmaster and defeating the warship fleet single-handedly…"
The surviving aliens were too stunned to form coherent thoughts, but the truth of what had transpired was undeniable.
What does it mean to be a War God? This was the true embodiment of one.
On a small ship parked miles away, Valkyrie sat in the pilot's seat, staring through the cockpit window at the distant figure.
"Unreal... does Asgard even have warriors like this?"She muttered in disbelief.
Thor grinned broadly, not the least bit surprised. "Even I can't pull this off. Perhaps only my father, when he was young, could have done something like this."
At that moment, a groggy voice came from the back of the ship.
"Uh… did I miss something?"
Valkyrie and Thor turned to see a disheveled, shirtless man holding up oversized pants, looking bewildered.
"Who... is he?" Valkyrie blinked, scanning the cabin for the missing Hulk.
Thor's face lit up. He walked over, laughing heartily. "Long story, but this is Banner. He's Hulk as well— trust me, we're friends!"
"Thor? What are you doing here?" Banner looked thoroughly confused. "Wait, where am I right now?"
"Later. I'll explain everything later," Thor assured him. Pulling him to the cockpit window, he pointed to the distant speck in the sky. "But first, look! Kyle did it— he defeated an entire civilization's warship fleet all by himself!"
Banner nodded, impressed. "I don't know the whole story, but that's definitely amazing. Then again, if it's Kyle, it's not surprising."
After all, Kyle was a man who defied logic and science.
Valkyrie added gravely, "The Grandmaster is finished. He'll fall from his pedestal today."
Thor smiled. "Good. The enslaved aliens on this planet will finally be free."
"Wait a second," Banner interjected, looking sheepish. "Who's... the Grandmaster?"
Valkyrie: "..."
Thor: "..."
Was he serious? After half a year as the undefeated champion of the coliseum, he still didn't know who the Grandmaster was.
In the smoke-filled skies, Kyle hovered motionless. His faint, glowing aura flickered as he surveyed the wreckage of the warships below.
The Grandmaster, however, remained out of sight.
Kyle turned toward the towering Grandmaster Tower in the heart of the city and flew toward it. He could already sense the Grandmaster's presence within.
Crashing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top floor, Kyle entered the vast hall. He had expected guards stationed at every corner, ready to defend their leader.
Instead, the hall was eerily quiet— empty of even a single soul.
On the high platform of the grand hall, the Grandmaster sat alone, his hand slightly supporting his chin. When Kyle broke in, the Grandmaster didn't panic or grow angry. Instead, he maintained a calm demeanor and said, "You've arrived."
"I've destroyed your entire warship fleet," Kyle stated, locking eyes with him.
"I know," the Grandmaster replied, nodding as if it were merely a matter of course. "That's why I dismissed all the guards. If they couldn't stop you, then there's no point in trying."
"You're not angry? Didn't you want to kill me just last night?" Kyle found it strange. The Grandmaster didn't seem to be pretending; it genuinely felt like he no longer cared about anything.
"Why would I be angry? It's just a small game in the grand scheme of life. The warship fleet is gone— so what? I'll rebuild it in time. The planetary civilization is damaged— so what? I'll take a little longer to reshape it." The Grandmaster's tone was casual, almost nonchalant, as he asked, "Do you know how long I've lived?"
Kyle narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Grandmaster spoke calmly, "I was born shortly after the Big Bang. I've shared drinks with the first Celestial. I've lived for at least tens of billions of years, watching countless civilizations rise and fall, witnessing the birth and death of worlds."
He paused briefly, then continued, "When I first came to Planet Sakaar millions of years ago, this place was nothing more than a garbage dump. You've destroyed part of it now— what is there to regret?"
Kyle suddenly understood the Grandmaster's words, and for the first time, he found the Grandmaster a little pitiful.
Living for countless years, all friends and loved ones long dead, leaving him utterly alone, staring at the stars in endless solitude. Everything he did was merely to amuse himself. What a monotonous and despairing existence!
The Grandmaster smiled faintly. "In fact, I should thank you. In the millions of years I've spent on Planet Sakaar, you're the first to truly bring me a sense of enjoyment."
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Kyle asked curiously.
"Do you know why I've lived this long? Beings like me are either ancient monsters or unkillable entities. If you think you can kill me, feel free to try." The Grandmaster gestured nonchalantly toward the chair beside him. "Have a seat."
Kyle, confident in his strength, didn't refuse. He walked over and sat in a chair less than three meters away from the Grandmaster.
The next instant—
Kyle's vision shifted as he saw the myriad Ability Cards encircling the Grandmaster.
From head to toe, the Grandmaster was enveloped in a dense cluster of cards, layered endlessly.
He had never seen anyone with this many cards— not even Odin!
There were millions of White Cards, tens of thousands of Green Cards, and an unparalleled repository of knowledge and abilities.
Even more shocking were the Gold Cards, of which the Grandmaster possessed five!
The cards were:
[Transcendent Life]
[Logical Immunity]
[Death Reconstruction]
[Energy Manipulation]
[Enhanced Resurrection]
Most of these cards had rare prefixes and couldn't be extracted, but the [Death Reconstruction] card— a gold-level card— was extractable!
Almost instinctively, Kyle chose to extract the card.
(To be continued...)
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