Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the ruined spacecraft.

A figure of incomparable presence emerged from the wreckage.

Ragna.

In his arms, he cradled one of his beautiful Angels, still deep in a forced coma—her body anesthetized, her golden wings limp and motionless.

His gaze swept across the aftermath of his silent carnage.

Every living thing that had drawn a weapon against him—dead.

Only two remained.

The black-scaled alien, collapsed on the floor, trembling, his body emitting a foul stench of fear.

And the merchant ship captain, standing stiff, his hands clenched behind his back—shaken but still clinging to composure.

Ragna barely spared the black-scaled man a glance.

With a wave of his hand, space twisted, and the alien was flung farther away, as if to rid himself of the stench.

Then, he turned his cold, golden eyes toward the merchant captain.

His voice was calm. Too calm.

"Tell me… who sent you?"

The captain laughed hoarsely.

"The great ruler of the Heavenly Palace…"

"You think there's a grand conspiracy behind this?"

His smile was bitter.

"No one sent me."

"They are simply too rare. Too valuable."

The captain gestured toward the unconscious Angel.

"Do you really think this will stop with me?"

"I may be the first… but I will not be the last."

His eyes burned with defiance.

"Even if your name is feared across the cosmos…"

"There will always be those who will do anything for wealth."

"Too many."

"And you… you cannot kill them all."

The captain's gaze flickered to his dead crew—men he had fought beside for years.

Friends.

Some, his own kin.

And in an instant, Ragna had ended them.

The captain closed his eyes.

Waiting for death.

It did not take long.

Without a word, Ragna crushed him—body and soul.

Nothing remained.

"Blasphemers of Gods."

Ragna's eyes shifted back to the black-scaled alien, who had barely regained consciousness.

The man's entire body shook violently.

"Your rule… it was kind, wasn't it?"

Ragna's voice was eerily even.

"Did that kindness make you believe… you could blaspheme a god?"

The black-scaled alien collapsed to his knees, pressing his forehead to the ground.

His pleas were desperate.

"Great ruler of the Heavenly Palace!"

"My people—many of them are innocent! I beg you, have mercy! Spare them! Please!"

His forehead split open as he bowed again and again, blood streaking the metal floor.

Ragna remained unmoved.

His next words were cold, absolute.

"All civilizations must pay for their sins."

His golden eyes burned as he spoke his final demand.

"Tell me… why?"

The black-scaled man shuddered, his body convulsing.

Then, suddenly—

His head snapped up.

"There is no savior in this universe!"

His voice was hoarse, defiant.

"We only wanted strength!"

"The power to defend ourselves!"

"Is that a crime? Is that a sin?!"

"Tell me, ruler of the Heavenly Palace—what is so wrong about wanting to survive?!"

His voice cracked.

"Before you took control, we were slaughtered. Hunted. Butchered like animals."

His rage turned to grief.

Ragna's gaze remained impassive.

Then, in a heartbeat—

A golden flame ignited at his fingertips.

The black-scaled alien barely had time to scream before he was consumed entirely.

Nothing but ash remained.

"There is no right or wrong in civilization."

"There is only strength."

"And you were too weak."

Without another word, Ragna turned away.

The ruined merchant ship drifted in the cold abyss of space.

Abandoned.

Lifeless.

Ragna vanished in a flash of blue light.

The Execution Order

Back on Angel Star, Ragna awakened his rescued Angel.

After extracting information from her about the Blackscale tribe, he wasted no time.

Liang Bing was summoned.

His order was simple:

"Exterminate them."

The entire Blackscale race.

The Angels of the Heavenly Palace took flight.

Their divine fleets burned across the stars.

The Blackscale homeworld was erased from history.

And throughout the universe, the message was clear:

Blasphemy against the gods meant only one thing.

Death.

The ruler of the Heavenly Palace had spoken.

The Silent Prestige

Now, there was another matter.

A lingering threat hanging over the heads of his weaker Angels.

Ragna set off.

The Collector's Domain: Knowhere

At the edge of the universe, an ancient celestial skull floated in the abyss—

The severed head of a god, hollowed out and converted into a lawless city.

This was Knowhere—

The domain of Taneleer Tivan, the Collector.

The Tivan Group had occupied this place for centuries, sending hordes of criminals to mine the remains of the god.

Bone.

Brain matter.

Celestial spinal fluid.

To the right buyer, each was a priceless treasure.

A single skull of a dead god… was wealth beyond measure.

And yet—

No one had ever taken Knowhere from Tivan.

Not once.

The Arrival

Knowhere was always alive with chaos.

Pirates.

Bounty hunters.

Black-market dealers.

The filth of the cosmos indulged in depravity without consequence.

Until…

He arrived.

Ragna stepped into the void.

And instantly—

Silence fell.

The once-rowdy outlaws froze, as if an invisible hand had strangled the very air from their lungs.

A disease-like silence spread throughout Knowhere.

But not everyone had noticed.

In one corner—

A massive mercenary was slamming the butt of his rifle into a red-skinned alien, beating him mercilessly.

Perhaps the red-skinned man had wronged him.

Perhaps he had done nothing at all.

But here, in Knowhere… that didn't matter.

The mercenary raised his weapon again—

Until a companion beside him subtly tugged at his sleeve.

The mercenary paused.

"…What?"

Then he saw.

He turned—

And the color drained from his face.

The gun in his hands lowered slowly.

The sneer he had worn vanished, replaced with a tight, nervous smile.

The red-skinned alien, barely conscious, lifted his swollen eyes.

And when he saw who stood before them,

His screams turned into breathless whimpers.

A Name That Echoed Across the Stars

There were many criminals here.

Many had once served as mercenaries, pirates, even slavers.

But one fact united them all.

They knew his name.

They knew his rule.

And they knew what happened…

To those who dared defy the ruler of the Heavenly Palace.

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