Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

Each Ravager faction leader commanded a vast number of subordinates.

Some had fewer than 10,000, others exceeded 100,000.

With so many outlaws under their command—and many of their leaders now dead—it was impossible for Ragna to personally oversee every surrender.

Not everyone accepted servitude willingly.

Some captains, unwilling to bow, chose to flee.

Their ships roared to life, engines primed to launch them into the nearest jump point.

If they could escape to a remote sector, far from the Nova Corps and the looming influence of the Sacred Temple, they could live free once more.

Freedom.

Who cared how many innocent lives they would plunder along the way?

The loyalist Ravagers tried to contain the chaos, but the situation spiraled out of control.

Ragna sighed.

Then, with an effortless gesture, he pulled the nearest star closer, its blazing heat washing over the fleeing ships.

For a brief, terrifying moment, every Ravager felt the warmth of the sun intensify—a subtle warning.

Then, to drive the point home, Ragna obliterated a few of the escaping ships with a casual flick of his fingers.

The remaining Ravagers froze in terror.

Ragna seemed merciful at first.

Then they realized—he was not merciful, he was inevitable.

The ones who had screamed about dying for freedom? They had died, free.

The rest chose to live—on Ragna 's terms.

With all resistance quelled, Ragna ordered the remaining fleet to depart from Liberty.

Then, without hesitation, he reached out and pushed the star forward—devouring Liberty in a single, cosmic bite.

The Ravagers stood frozen, watching in horror.

This was raw, unrestrained power.

The entire planetary mass ignited under the sun's overwhelming gravity.

First, the surface glowed red-hot, lava spilling across the terrain.

Cracks spread across the planet like veins of fire.

Then, as the tectonic plates shattered, the star's pull ripped Liberty apart.

Chunks of land were drawn into the fiery maw of the sun.

One by one, they vanished, swallowed by the inferno.

By the time it was over—nothing remained.

Only the sun continued to burn, unbothered.

The Ravagers, who had seen this destruction firsthand, finally understood:

Power was not something to challenge. It was something to fear.

Without another word, Ragna turned to the Ravager captains.

"You will take your crews to the Andromeda Galaxy," he commanded.

"There, you will register as cosmic mercenaries. Train. Prove your worth."

Then, with a final glance, Ragna tore open space itself and vanished—returning to Angel Star.

If any of the Ravagers had thoughts of rebellion on their long journey, Ragna didn't care.

They had seen his power.

Even if they escaped, the image of Liberty's destruction would haunt them forever.

Besides, if they spread the tale of his power to the distant corners of the universe…

That only helped him.

It was unfortunate, though—the Ravagers had once ranked among the top ten forces in the universe.

Yet, in a single day, Ragna had either killed or conquered 34 factions within their network.

Their power shattered, they were forced to relinquish their position.

With the Ravagers dethroned, the Nova Corps of Xandar swiftly took their place among the galactic elite.

The truth was, the real strength of the Ravagers had always been their leaders.

Each faction commander boasted Tier 3 power levels, making them formidable in combat.

But their rank-and-file soldiers?

Compared to the military forces of true interstellar empires, they were weak.

The Birth of a New Overlord

Time passed in a blur.

Through ruthless conquest, Ragna expanded his dominion, driving the Ravager remnants across Andromeda.

Finally, the news of his feats spread across the known universe.

Ragna —who had destroyed Liberty and shattered the Ravagers—had earned a new title.

Overlord of the Universe.

With this recognition, his reputation surged.

His mere presence would now shake the confidence of any who opposed him.

The effect?

Any enemy who recognized his might would feel their combat power drop by 10% in battle.

Without hesitation, Ragna accepted the title.

Yet, oddly enough—he felt no change in himself.

How, exactly, did this weaken his enemies?

Curious, Ragna felt the urge to test it on a real opponent.

Unfortunately, within Angel Star, there was no one strong enough to be his enemy.

Challenge the Supreme Intelligence?

Fight Ronan the Accuser?

Unthinkable.

The Kree Empire would launch a war if he recklessly provoked them.

And after all…

A peace agreement had been signed.

Right now, Ragna had no reason to break it.

He needed time to grow stronger.

So, for now, he restrained himself.

But just when he began considering finding a worthy opponent later…

Lian Bing approached him.

Her expression was tense.

"We have a problem."

Ragna raised an eyebrow.

"A low-ranking Angel was spreading faith in the Andromeda Galaxy," Lian Bing explained.

"She's been missing for seven days."

Ragna 's eyes narrowed.

"She hasn't even resurrected in the Reincarnation Pool."

Lian Bing folded her arms.

"We've exhausted every method of tracking her. But…"

She looked at him sharply.

"You're the only one with full access to the Reincarnation Pool."

"Only you can pinpoint her exact coordinates."

Ragna exhaled.

A missing Angel…

And no trace of her revival?

Something far greater was at play here.

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