Starting as a Class Five Mutant

Chapter 347: Chapter 347



Thor sensed the danger and kicked Hela in the abdomen with all his might, breaking free from her grasp.

The force sent him crashing through the light walls of the Bifrost, plummeting into the void below.

Hela watched him fall, showing no concern.

To her, these two-Thor and Loki-were destined to die, just like the so-called White-Clad Hero.

As for now...

She glanced toward the end of the Bifrost with a look of anticipation.

Once she stepped onto Asgardian soil, her strength would be fully restored, growing stronger with time.

No one, not even Odin, could stop her.

"I can feel it, old man. Your power is fading..."

Hela sneered.

Her thoughts wandered briefly to the one who had released her-Thanos.

"That one will die too," she murmured coldly.

Earth, Stark Tower

Natasha and the others stood in stunned silence, watching as Thor and Loki disappeared with the beam of the Bifrost.

Tony Stark, severely injured, panted heavily and commanded, "J.A.R.V.I.S., locate the White- Clad Hero."

"Yes, sir," J.A.R.V.I.S. responded. "Additionally, I have already contacted emergency medical services."

Natasha and Clint quickly helped Tony down from the wall.

"Tony, are you alright?" Natasha asked with concern.

"I'll survive," Tony replied through gritted teeth.

Clint frowned. "That Hela is unbelievably strong. Do you think Thor will be okay?"

Tony exhaled sharply. "That's why we need to find the White-Clad Hero as soon as possible. He's the only one we know who can save Thor... or avenge him."

Sakaar

Thor tumbled out of the Bifrost beam, crashing through a natural wormhole and landing on a strange, unfamiliar planet.

The skies were blue, dotted with white clouds, and the environment resembled Earth.

But the planet was littered with junk, likely brought by the numerous wormholes scattered across its surface.

Thor groaned as he landed in a pile of debris.

After a moment, he stood and surveyed his surroundings.

Before he could take in much, a gray spaceship descended nearby, and a group of men wearing strange masks emerged.

"Are you a fighter or food?" asked the leader, a pale-faced man, eyeing Thor aggressively.

"I'm just passing through," Thor replied.

The pale man chuckled darkly. "Then you're food. Kneel!"

As the group surrounded him, Thor instinctively extended his hand to summon Mjolnir-only to remember it had been destroyed.

With no hammer to rely on, Thor resorted to his raw strength, throwing one of the men aside and preparing to fight hand-to-hand.

But before he could take down more than a few, a black-and-blue high-tech net was cast over him, electrocuting him and rendering him immobile.

Thor's body convulsed as the electricity coursed through him, leaving him powerless to resist as the group began beating him.

Their assault was interrupted when another spaceship arrived.

A woman clad in battle armor, with yellow-toned skin and a bottle of alcohol in her hand, emerged, swaying slightly.

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It didn't take long for her to dispatch the group using her ship's weapons.

Thor managed to free himself from the net and stood, addressing her gratefully. "Thank you."

But before he could say more, the woman tossed a silver disk at his neck and pressed a button.

The device activated, sending another jolt of electricity through Thor's body and knocking him unconscious.

The woman, Valkyrie, grabbed Thor by his cape and dragged him away.

Some time later, Valkyrie delivered Thor to Sakaar's ruler, the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster, a member of the Elders of the Universe, was known for his love of gladiatorial combat, organizing tournaments for his entertainment.

Clad in gold and red with silver hair, the Grandmaster observed Thor with interest. After a brief negotiation, Valkyrie sold Thor for ten million units.

Thor glared at her as she left. "You'll pay for this!"

Valkyrie smirked. "Yeah, I already did. You're welcome."

Once she was gone, the Grandmaster turned to Thor.

"So, tell me. Who are you?"

Thor growled. "I am the God of Thunder!"

A faint spark of electricity flickered in his hand as he spoke.

The Grandmaster glanced at the spark and chuckled. "Wow, impressive. What is that? Little sparks?"

"Lightning Boy?" he teased.

Thor's frustration boiled over. "Release me! You'll regret crossing me!"

"Oh, really?" the Grandmaster replied nonchalantly. "The only thing I know is that you're my slave now. That's right-slave."

Thor seethed. "You'll regret this when my father and my brother find out. My brother will kill

you!"

"Your brother?" The Grandmaster raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, my brother is the God of Light. His power is far beyond anything you mortals can

comprehend!"

At this, the Grandmaster and his entourage burst into laughter.

"A God of Light? Is he as impressive as you, Spark Boy?"

"Feel free to call him. Once he gets here, he can join you as my gladiator slave."

The Grandmaster smirked. "In fact, I'm looking forward to seeing you two fight together in

the arena."

He leaned back with a laugh, the others joining in, clearly unimpressed by Thor's warnings.

"Well," the Grandmaster said, "I almost forgot to introduce myself. I'm the Grandmaster, and I run this little circus called the Contest of Champions."

"All participants are unwilling guests from across the cosmos. And you, my friend, are the

latest addition."

He grinned. "Maybe your brother will be next."

His laughter echoed through the room, as Thor clenched his fists in silent fury.

(End of Chapter)

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