Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

As Commander-in-Chief of the Second Angel Legion, Lian Bing had just over a thousand Angels under her command—still far from full strength.

Across all of Ragna 's forces, the total number of Angels barely exceeded 5,000.

Ragna wouldn't claim to know every Angel by name, but he had memorized their faces and presence.

They were his, loyal beyond measure—warriors willing to give everything for him.

And, of course…

Each one of them was breathtakingly beautiful.

Now, one of his Angels had disappeared?

That was unacceptable.

Without hesitation, Ragna turned to Lian Bing and issued a new decree:

"From now on, if any Angel disappears for more than three days and does not resurrect… come to me immediately."

He would personally handle the search and rescue.

Without another word, he strode to the Reincarnation Pool, tapping into his exclusive command privileges.

The system locked onto the missing Angel's last recorded coordinates.

With a mere thought, he channeled the power of the Space Stone.

A flash of blue light split through reality—

And in an instant, Ragna had moved countless light-years, emerging into a cold, dead void.

A Meeting in the Dark

A merchant vessel drifted ahead, its hull adorned with the sigil of the Holy Heavenly Palace.

Ragna 's golden eyes narrowed.

The temperature around him seemed to plummet.

Inside the ship, a dark-skinned humanoid with reptilian scales clutched a bottle of alien liquor, trying to drown his nerves in alcohol.

Across from him, a bloated, pale-skinned cosmic trader smiled reassuringly, placing a hand on the trembling man's shoulder.

"Relax. Just a few more jump points, and we'll deliver her."

"After that? We'll be rich."

The trader's tone was warm, almost fatherly.

"With that much money, your entire species can buy warships, weapons—you'll never need to beg for protection again."

"You can't rely on anyone else, not even 'gods.'"

"Only strength determines fate. And today… you become the savior of your people."

The black-scaled alien hesitated, but then his expression hardened.

"You're right."

But then, his fingers tightened around the bottle, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"But… this is a God."

"And not just any God—this is the direct subordinate of the second-strongest being in the universe."

"If the Heavenly Palace Lord finds out…"

"It will mean the extinction of my entire race."

The trader's inner frustration flared.

If it weren't for the oath contracts binding them—and the fact that too many of this fool's people knew his involvement—he would have killed this coward himself.

He had invested too much time, too many resources into this deal.

Even now, knowing Ragna 's power, he refused to back down.

"Listen to me."

The trader's voice remained calm, but his grip tightened.

"The Heavenly Palace Lord may be powerful… but he is not omnipotent."

"Stay composed. If we keep our heads down, we'll pass every checkpoint without issue."

"And besides…"

The trader's smirk widened.

"We are in the middle of the void."

"What can he possibly do to stop us here?"

The scaled alien exhaled slowly, calming down—

But then—

CRASH!

The bottle slipped from his hands, shattering on the floor.

The rich scent of alcohol filled the air, but the Heishan tribesman wasn't paying attention.

His entire body trembled violently.

A single, shaking finger pointed at the observation window.

His voice cracked.

"H-Heavenly Palace Lord…!"

The trader's breath caught.

Slowly, he turned to look outside.

Ragna floated in the void.

The silence of space was absolute.

But then, impossibly—his voice echoed through the ship.

"Would you be so kind as to open the door?"

"I'd rather not destroy this ship… just yet."

The Chase Begins

The Heishan tribesman collapsed, his face frozen in sheer terror.

The cosmic trader's warm smile vanished.

His voice snapped into a command:

"All crew! Full speed ahead—at any cost!"

"Prepare all weapons! Now!"

The ship's engines flared, burning through fuel reserves at an unsustainable rate.

In an instant, the vessel lurched forward, the void around them stretching as they prepared to jump.

Behind them, Ragna remained motionless.

But the black-scaled alien curled into a fetal position, rocking back and forth.

"It's useless… it's useless… we're dead, we're dead…"

A wet stain spread across the floor beneath him.

The trader barely spared him a glance, his eyes glued to the ship's scanner.

Where was Ragna ?

Had they outrun him?

Then, through the comms—

"Ah… so this ship is yours?"

Ragna 's voice was gentle.

Too gentle.

The black-scaled alien's shaking intensified.

The trader's forehead beaded with sweat.

Suddenly—

SIRENS SCREAMED THROUGHOUT THE SHIP.

"ALERT! ALERT! DAMAGE TO THE REAR SECTOR!"

"POWER SOURCE DESTROYED!"

"ENGINE FAILURE—WE CANNOT PROCEED!"

The trader's eyes widened in horror.

On the ship's rear monitors, a live feed displayed the damage.

The entire back of the vessel was burning.

Fuel and debris drifted in the void—as if something had taken a massive bite out of their ship.

The vessel lurched, slowing to a stop.

No motion.

No escape.

Just a burning, broken husk—alone in the vast, silent void.

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