Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

In the end, having no other choice, Zhao Chen decided to let things take their course and silently called a halt in his heart.

[Ding! Congratulations! You have successfully summoned the 'Vice President Hero'—[One-Punch Man] Saitama!] "Saitama...Saitama!!"

In a daze, Zhao Chen, sitting on the chairman's chair, felt something inside his body being broken.

With a snap, Zhao Chen raised his hand in surprise and crushed the armrest of the chair as easily as squeezing tofu! Everything in the League of Legends headquarters is harder than adamantite!

Even a chair!

And now, Zhao Chen not only did it, but did it so easily! "President, was that you calling me just now?"

The sound of flushing water came from the toilet, and a bald man with a red rubber glove in his mouth walked out, shaking his wet hands.

Asgard Palace.

Thor's bedroom.

A gentle breeze stirred the window curtains, occasionally letting in slivers of playful sunlight that disturbed the shirtless, muscular man sleeping soundly in bed, snoring loudly.

Suddenly, the snoring stopped, and instead of waking up, Thor frowned strangely.

He gripped the blanket tightly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

In the dream, Asgard was engulfed in flames...

Thor stood on the ruins, alone, facing the enormous volcanic monster.

Just as he charged forward with all his might, an unstoppable sword light slashed down from the horizon, severing his head.

The fear of death instantly awakened Thor.

"Yi-yi!"

Startled, Thor jumped out of bed and grabbed his two weapons.

It took Thor a long time to calm down after his heavy breathing.

He sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly exhausted, head down, muttering a name to himself.

“Surtur…”

"No, that's not right. It should be dead. It was killed by my father 300,000 years ago."

"But why do I dream about that guy..."

Unable to figure out the reason, Thor got up, dressed, and prepared to ask someone for help.

Having rushed all the way, Thor pushed open the door to Odin's room and called out, "Father, are you there?!"

"Thor?"

"Mother, is Father here?"

Queen Frigga was surprised by Thor's arrival. She glanced back towards the bedroom, then shushed him and pulled him outside.

"Keep your voice down, your father has fallen into 'sleep' again."

"Damn it, at a time like this."

Seeing Thor's somewhat impatient demeanor, Queen Frigga was puzzled. What was wrong with her fearless son, who was suddenly so anxious and uneasy?

However, since she is a mother, Frigga has a responsibility to listen to her son's troubles.

"Alright, Thor, calm down and let's talk about it slowly."

Touching Thor's cheek, Frigga cast a calming spell in Dark 4.1, soothing Thor's anxiety.

With his emotions under control, Thor gratefully thanked his mother.

The two arrived at a viewing balcony, where Thor silently gazed at the beautiful scenery of Asgard. "Alright, Thor, what's wrong?" "Mom, I had a dream..."

"Hmm, what dream?" Frigga came over carrying two cups of fragrant tea.

Thor, who doesn't like tea, took the tea from his hands despite smelling its aroma.

He tried a little bit, but eventually gave up.

"I dreamt that Asgard was engulfed in flames, and everyone died—you, Father, Loki, Heimdall, everyone perished in that destruction." Thor, who was keeping watch on the balcony, was about to secretly pour the tea in his hand into a cluster of potted plants.

Unexpectedly, Queen Frigga, standing behind him, lost her composure and knocked over her teacup after hearing her son's words.

Chapter 159 The Stalker Sirocco

"Mother?"

Hearing the noise, Thor turned around and looked at Frigga with a puzzled expression.

Frigga, who had knocked over the teacup, looked a little pale, but thankfully she quickly calmed down.

She deduced everything from Thor's dream: Ragnarok was about to arrive!

Frigga, unsure whether to tell Thor about it, paced back and forth in her room, hesitant. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Sensing something was wrong, Thor quickly stepped forward and grabbed Frigga's hand.

Feeling Thor's strong hand, Frigga calmed down considerably.

She felt like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat; she had so much to tell the other person, but she just didn't know where to begin.

Thor led Frigga to sit on the sofa and handed her the tea he hadn't drunk yet.

Taking the tea her son offered, Frigga drank half of it without a word. "Thor, there are some things I need to tell you." "Is it related to my dream?" "Yes, that's right."

Frigga looked at Thor with a solemn expression and told him the story of Ragnarok.

The occurrence of Ragnarok is unavoidable.

If this happens, not only will Asgard be destroyed, but in more serious cases, it could even affect other worlds!

"So, that wretched Surtur didn't die back then, but luckily escaped from Father's clutches and has survived until now. Now that its strength has almost recovered, it's preparing to take revenge on us and trigger Ragnarok, right, Mother?" Listening to Thor's simple summary, Frigga nodded with a wry smile.

After receiving confirmation, Thor suddenly stood up, startling Frigga. "What's wrong, Thor? What are you doing?" "Go and kill that old bastard Surtur."

With a stern expression, Thor summoned his hammer and flew off the balcony.

Thor vaguely heard Frigga's concerned calls from behind him. He turned around and glanced back, then silently vowed in his heart that he would never let what happened in the dream happen. Why should he?

—Because he is the God of Thunder!

A thunderous roar followed.

At the head of the Rainbow Bridge, Heimdall, who was standing guard attentively, glanced at Thor sideways and joked, "After being drunk for so many days, you've finally sobered up."

"Heimdall, can you see where that guy Surtur is?!" "Surtur?"

Heimdall was puzzled as to why Thor suddenly wanted to find Surtur himself. He paused for a moment, then said, "Give me ten seconds."

"Okay, found it." "Where is it?"

"Muspelheim..."

The rainbow beam of light left a long trail across the universe.

It eventually landed on the surface of Muspelheim.

The vibrations from the Rainbow Bridge landing stimulated the creatures living in Muspelheim.

Ash Servant!

They are numerous and prefer to live underground near lava.

Strictly speaking, they are not carbon-based life forms, because they are elemental entities composed of fire and volcanic ash.

In addition, they were also Surtur's men.

As soon as Thor stepped off the Rainbow Bridge, the pungent smell of sulfur made him frown. "This place is awful. Surtur didn't even bother to clean it up." "Oh, are you here to welcome me?"

Looking at the vast army of servants crawling out of the cracks in the ground, he saw a huge, densely packed mass of servants.

Thor was filled with fighting spirit. With a battle roar, Ura charged into the fray.

Then there are countless Ash Servants in Muspelheim, which Thor alone could not kill even if he spent years, decades, or even centuries.

Besides, he came here to find Surtur, why would he want to get entangled with these weaklings?

Then Thor roared and unleashed a thunderbolt that blasted away all the Ash Servants around him.

During the time the area was being cleared, he swung the hammer in his hand and then soared into the sky.

"Damn it, I forgot to ask Heimdall about Surtur's exact location." Thor, who was flying aimlessly, suddenly noticed several large fire dragons chasing after him.

Thor, as if he had found a new toy, suddenly stopped in mid-air. After the fire dragons had all passed him by and flown ahead, he accelerated to catch up.

The Storm Axe in his hand was itching to be used.

Thor casually cleaved several large fire dragons that dared to stick their heads out and bite him.

Thor, who wanted to be a dragon knight, set his sights on a fast fire dragon.

"Hey~ Big lizard, let's go! Giddy up!"

The giant fire dragon, targeted by Thor, was pitifully dragged by its horn and forced to drift. After crashing into over a dozen mountains, the dragon was finally tamed by Thor.

"Hahaha—take me to Surtur, giddy up!"

Having understood Thor's words, the great fire dragon, whose head was bleeding profusely from the impact, dared not retaliate.