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And this world will gradually return to normal after Karasuma Renya's death, breaking free from the path of sliding into the abyss.

Countries around the world have also acquired some technologies that are slightly above the current level of science and technology, and many people affected by the Black Organization have also gained their freedom and their lives are no longer threatened.

In short, this is a win-win-win situation. The only person who lost money has already passed away, so there is practically no loser.

Although this mission exceeded everyone's expectations and could be considered perfect, the energy obtained was still a drop in the bucket for a war star.

After all, this small test task has a clear ceiling; no matter how well it is done, it will only go from a drop in the ocean to a bucket of water.

These tests represent the future.

If you really want to obtain enough energy before the war arrives, there's only one way: learn from the Ancient One and borrow it from someone!

Don't get me wrong, Yang Qiu isn't as unreliable as the Ancient One, and the Ancient One has already completely squandered Earth's credibility with the Demon God.

But the demons wouldn't lend it to them. They still had an ally, or to put it more shamefully, their overlord, Asgard.

Allies, besides being used to fight side by side on the battlefield, also need to help each other in peacetime.

In Asgard, in the training grounds, Thor raised his hammer, Mjolnir, to cheers from all around.

One hundred consecutive wins! An undisputed victory!

After enjoying the victory and cheers, Thor strode towards the lounge.

In the lounge, Loki had a constipated look on his face. That's right, he had been dragged here by Thor to watch the game again.

"How about it? Feeling fired up? Want to get on stage and give it a go? I'll arrange it for you! Hahaha!"

Thor laughed and patted Loki on the shoulder, then picked up a glass of wine from the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Loki gave an awkward laugh. Excited? His blood was practically freezing.

In his eyes, this arena was just a place for a bunch of muscle-bound guys to vent their excess energy.

Opera is more interesting; art is full of mystery, touching people's hearts and cleansing their souls.

Ha! Thor exhaled, for fine wine was the best reward after a battle.

"Hey, don't worry, it's okay if you don't win. As long as you practice more, you'll be just like me!" Thor, seeing Loki's pale face, assumed he was worried about winning or losing and offered some words of comfort.

Loki rolled his eyes. He didn't like Thor's actions, but to prevent Thor from bothering him again, he could only remain silent.

"When I become king, I will definitely build a hundred or eighty arenas. There are too few arenas now, but too many opera houses. One is enough for my mother."

Thor pulled Loki along, dreaming about the future.

Loki's face was as black as Ann's hair. And you call that an opera house? This whole Asgard has less than a hundred! Are you kidding me?!

If he becomes king in the future, he must open opera houses all over Asgard, abolish all competitive sports, and vigorously develop the arts!

While Thor was enjoying a one-sided friendship with Odin, Heimdall was reporting to Odin, the supreme leader of Asgard, in Odin's palace.

"After observing for some time now, I have to admit that the people of Midgard have the power to influence the All-Seeing Eye, and they did not use the power of the Time Stone."

Heimdall, without a smile, held the Rainbow Sword and said in a deep voice, "But rest assured, according to the combat power assessment list, our strength still has overwhelming power over Midgard."

Odin rose from his throne, paced a few steps around Heimdall, and then stood still.

"Rankings? Where does the data come from?"

Heimdall remained silent.

"Where does the data come from?!"

Odin's roar echoed throughout the palace.

"You! The All-Seeing Eye can no longer break through their defenses! Where did this data come from?!"

In Odin's rage, Heimdall staggered. He hadn't submitted the data, and he didn't know how those people had arrived at that conclusion.

At this moment, Frigg walked over from the side, and Odin's temper calmed down a bit after seeing his wife.

"These data are the conclusions you drew after you first assumed we would crush you, then added your own fantasies."

Odin's expression was quite unpleasant. When did Asgard start doing such self-deceptive things? When did they start using deception to maintain their confidence?!

"Don't blame him. These things aren't his responsibility. They were done by my men. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"Frigga said softly."

“You…” Odin was at a loss for words. He couldn’t really blame his wife, and he also knew that Frigg hadn’t been involved in anything for a long time.

“Alright, don’t rush, things should be done one step at a time.” Frigg placed her hand on Odin’s arm. “Besides, the messengers from Midgard have been here for several days now, shouldn’t we receive them?”

Odin's breathing became heavier; his anger had only flared up after he had seen the people of Midgard once.

Look at them! Look at the Ancient One, after retiring, the power of Midgard has not diminished but increased! Even the envoys she sent are so powerful.

This demonstrates just how outstanding the Ancient One's successor is.

Looking at our side, one of the heirs seems to have a problem with his head, wanting to solve everything with violence.

The other potential successor is full of petty tricks and has come up with some kind of title, "God of Tricks"?! Sounds good! And he always thinks that no one can see through his cleverness.

How could two people like that possibly maintain Asgard's status after his death?!

Are you suggesting he release that rebellious daughter from her seal?! Absolutely not!

If this continues, after Asgard loses to Thanos, it will lose to Thanos's vassals—the Chitauri.

Then, he couldn't even defeat his former defeated enemies, the Dark Elves and Surtur!

In the end, are we going to lose to the Midgards? Lose to Midgard? And become their vassal again?

And then there was nothing left to lose!

They've completely lost all sense of shame! They've absolutely no shame!

Odin, fuming, looked at Heimdall and said, "Those two messengers, one-on-one, in the arena, are you confident?"

Heimdall believed that silence was golden, and he couldn't very well say that he had no confidence against any of them; that would be too embarrassing.

"Alright." Odin's mood plummeted upon seeing Heimdall's expression.

"Where are those two guys?!"

"In the arena."

Odin took a deep breath and looked at Frigg, "Invite the two envoys to the arena."

Chapter 150 Weapon Master, Berserker: Boss, You're Generous (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader Qingheyue)

"Olaf, watch your temper later. We're here to ask for your help." Jax looked at Olaf, who had two large axes at his waist, and felt a bit of a headache.

"Don't worry, I can't beat him, so I can't blow him up." Olaf rubbed his wrists, as if to stretch his body.

Jax's head was throbbing even more. He couldn't win, so he couldn't explode. What? If he could win, he would just go and take him down.

We've come here to ask for help, not to cause trouble, brother!

Seriously, who sent this messenger? Why did they send Olaf? Isn't this just a charade? Isn't this just messing with me?

No, we can't let him speak later, or things will go wrong.

No matter how much Jax was troubled, he still had to accept Odin's invitation, and soon the two of them arrived at the location.

Upon arriving at this location, Jax's heart sank. This was bad news! Who chose this place? The arena! Could Olaf possibly tolerate this?!

Jax looked at Olaf, and just as he had guessed, Olaf's skin began to turn red under the influence of the surrounding atmosphere, and Jax could clearly sense that fighting spirit.

However, Olaf knew that the bigger picture was more important, so he forcibly suppressed his passion.

Jax kept encouraging Olaf in his mind, "I held back this time. I'll play with you all day when we get back!"

Olaf seemed to hear Jax's thoughts, glanced at him, and said, "You said it."

"Huh?" Jax was taken aback. He had never heard of Olaf being able to read minds.

At this moment, the two had already arrived at the viewing platform, led by the Asgardian warriors.

Two seats were prepared for them next to Odin.

"What's next?" Olaf asked the soldier next to him in a low voice after sitting down.

The soldier kept his eyes straight ahead and did not reply.

“Next match, my son Thor will face Volstagg of the Warriors Three from Asgard,” Odin announced.

Olaf wanted to ask something more, but Jax glared at him and shut him up.

Jax found the match somewhat boring.

Putting aside the fact that Thor is wielding Mjolnir, which is in a completely different league from Volstagg's weapon.

Judging from the attitude of both sides, this was a poor match, with Vostagg clearly holding back.

Whether it was because of the presence of outsiders on the viewing platform or because of Thor's identity, Volstagg did not display his full strength.

Jax couldn't hide his skill from Jax's eyes. He was an absolute master in close combat, and few in the entire mystic world could compare to him.

"Good! Well done!" Olaf's cheers came from the side.

Olaf wasn't unaware that Vöstag was holding back; it's just that he hadn't watched competitive matches in a long time, and he always cheered for any entertaining game.

Below, there was thunder and lightning; the lighting effects were fantastic.

Jax gave Olaf a slightly awkward jab.

Stop laughing! Can't you see Odin's expression is off?!

After Jax gave him a look, Olaf realized that Odin's face looked like he wanted to eat someone alive.

This was also because Odin originally wanted to demonstrate the strength of Asgard and, incidentally, let them see Thor and know about the future of Asgard.

But now, this match-fixing has completely and utterly ruined his reputation.

Moreover, Odin could even guess whose idea it was.

In the arena passage, Loki laughed as he watched Odin's darkening face. He knew that the person sitting next to his father was no ordinary person, and that Volstagg holding back would only make Odin feel ashamed.

As for how he persuaded Volstagg, the method was simple: he only needed to tell Volstagg that this competition was Odin's test of his successor, and Volstagg would naturally back down without him having to explain further.

In the arena, Thor helped Vostagg up from the ground.

"Have you been feeling unwell lately? Should you see a doctor?" Thor spoke very directly. Having fought Volstagg so many times, he could naturally sense the problem.