"Are you the Grandmaster?"
Noah tilted his head, studying the ridiculous-looking man in front of him.
The moment he saw him, Noah relaxed completely.
Luckily, it was this fool.
Not a blue-skinned man.
The only blue present was the man's clothing, along with a silver stripe that ran from his lip to his chin.
He looked neurotic.
A little dim.
Even somewhat cowardly.
But Noah believed it was an act.
No one that stupid could rule a place like Sakaar.
"Yes... but I think calling me 'Grandmaster' would be more appropriate," the man said with a flattering smile.
He understood Noah's words clearly.
He had a cousin in the galaxy and used a translator.
"Grandmaster?" Noah nodded.
At least the title distinguished him from that terrifying Elder.
He glanced at the man again.
"Good. Please issue an order."
"What order?" The Grandmaster swallowed.
"As long as it's not too much."
"Evacuate all civilians," Noah said calmly.
"And if you can release all your slaves, that would be even better."
The Grandmaster's face darkened at the first request.
Evacuate everyone.
He knew exactly what that meant.
It meant war.
The words dragged his heart straight into the abyss.
This sorcerer had arrived with absolute malice.
The second request was worse.
Release all slaves?
Without slaves, how could the arena operate?
No arena meant no income.
This was cutting off his livelihood.
The sorcerer was sending them straight to hell.
There was no room for negotiation.
Combined together, these demands were a declaration of war.
The surrounding high-ranking officials were furious.
If the sorcerer were not so terrifying, they would have attacked already.
"Well, you look conflicted," Noah shrugged, a faintly playful look on his face.
"So tell me."
"Is your army ready?"
"Army?" The Grandmaster blinked.
Then his face turned pale.
Was this sorcerer planning to wipe out the entire military?
The Grandmaster was not stupid.
He rapidly pieced together the information.
This sorcerer came from the galaxy.
That meant he was unfamiliar with Sakaar.
He likely discovered them through the scavengers.
The Grandmaster searched his memory.
He couldn't recall capturing anyone from the galaxy.
So this man wasn't here for revenge.
Nor was he here to rescue someone.
He was here to make trouble.
And to wipe out the ruling class.
Because he was an outsider, he didn't know the terrain or military deployment.
But he didn't want to harm civilians.
So he targeted the command center.
Forced them to call out the army.
Then destroy it all in one strike.
The Grandmaster realized it.
He had guessed Noah's intentions perfectly.
But that only made things worse.
They had no way to threaten him.
Looking at the smiling sorcerer, everyone swallowed hard.
The next instant, space shattered.
A terrifying torrent of energy swept through the hall.
Reality twisted.
Then broke.
I wonder how Thor is doing, Noah thought calmly after dealing with the high-ranking officials.
Next, he planned to deal with the army.
Honestly, he felt he was being far too lenient.
He didn't know what happened to these people in the original story.
But judging from how the Grandmaster treated slaves, their endings wouldn't have been pleasant.
His method was terrifying.
But probably painless.
Probably.
Ignoring the destruction behind him, Noah's body glowed with pale golden light again.
He appeared in the sky outside the city, facing the approaching army.
"Two choices," Noah said evenly.
His boiling magic pressed down, creating an indescribable pressure.
"One: leave."
"Two: die here."
"You have five seconds."
"Starting now."
He said nothing else.
He didn't care whether they understood.
He simply stood there.
The soldiers ignored the warning.
They opened fire even as the countdown continued.
Noah waited.
Exactly five seconds.
When time ran out, his expression hardened.
Magic erupted.
A flood without restraint.
A massive fire dragon roared across the sky-
Fat Thor had already run toward the slave pens after parting ways with Noah.
He saw the fleet being annihilated in the distance and smiled.
He didn't know Noah for long.
But they clicked.
The sorcerer was violent.
And efficient.
All the guards were drawn away.
Not that there would have been pressure otherwise.
But fewer enemies meant less trouble.
If he rescued his friends and joined the battlefield, he'd be fine.
The only issue before had been protecting others.
Fat Thor encountered little resistance.
Anyone who appeared was dealt with immediately.
In close combat, even Noah would lose to Thor.
These alien soldiers had no chance.
After knocking down another guard, Thor arrived at the laser gate of the holding area.
A wave of nostalgia hit him.
Once, this gate had been insurmountable.
Now, it was nothing.
Things change.
But bonds don't.
When he was at his lowest, Valkyrie, Korg, Miek, and the surviving Asgardians were there.
Looking through the light curtain at the panicked slaves, Thor sighed.
He had once stood among them.
He knew the oppression.
The hopelessness.
Lightning surged.
His expression turned solemn.
His eyes glowed silver.
If he weren't so fat, he'd look better.
He didn't care.
Stormbreaker flashed.
He swung.
The laser gate exploded like a bomb.
The wall collapsed.
The slaves froze.
They hadn't expected this.
Especially not a massive figure emerging from the smoke.
"Hey!" Thor called out cheerfully.
"Old friends! Big rock and the insect, long time no see!"
"Uh... hello, old friend?" Korg replied hesitantly.
"You know me? No way. How would you know a rock man covered in spots and moss?"
"And this bug that can't even stand?"
"We know each other," Fat Thor said, unconcerned by the confusion.
"We've known each other for years, man."
"Follow me."
"Unless you want to stay slaves?"
"Slaves to that Grandmaster, entertaining those so-called high-rankers?"
"Well... okay," Korg agreed, still baffled.
"You're sure you're not lying?"
He couldn't understand it.
Someone this powerful.
Breaking the prison alone.
That had never happened on Sakaar.
The rulers usually invested heavily in security.
The slaves didn't know what was happening.
But they weren't about to miss a chance at freedom.
They followed Fat Thor.
The alarms continued to blare.
Yet there were no guards.
When they stepped outside, they froze.
Fear rippled through the crowd.
In the sky, a blazing fire dragon rampaged.
Scorching heat tore across the heavens.
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