Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

Using Stars as a Spear, Turning the Universe into a Battlefield

With the Space Gem in his grasp, teleportation was an obvious ability at his disposal.

However, if he possessed a pair of eyes capable of observing the Nine Realms, his personal strength and strategic reach would ascend to an even higher level.

The ability to process overwhelming amounts of cosmic information, execute precisely guided strikes, and harness the destructive force of collapsing stars—when combined with the Space Gem's absolute authority over dimensional movement—would allow Ragna to obliterate entire galactic empires.

Even the Kree Empire and the Shi'ar Imperium, two of the most dominant powers in the known universe, would crumble beneath his might.

However, teleportation remained crucial to his immediate plans.

And more importantly—

Ragna could not tolerate Taneleer Tivan's continued bounty on the Angels.

No matter how ancient or powerful the Elders of the Universe were, Ragna refused to accept a reality where the Angels were treated as mere collectibles.

At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to beat Tivan into the vacuum of space.

And if that didn't work—

Then he would eliminate him entirely.

After all—

Without the Collector funding the bounty, it wouldn't continue.

"Your eyesight is truly impressive."

"As expected of one of the oldest beings in the cosmos."

Ragna 's words were barely spoken before the battle erupted.

He didn't bother trying to convince Tivan—

Because nothing spoken with words could accomplish what raw power could.

Every true powerhouse in the universe held their own beliefs—their own unshakable dignity.

Even the seemingly absurd, eccentric Elders of the Universe were no exception.

The Battle Begins

The Collector's strength surpassed Ragna 's expectations.

Tivan's mastery over space rivaled that of the Sorcerer Supreme, and his knowledge of dimensional physics allowed him to react with instantaneous precision.

Ragna , holding nothing back, immediately unleashed the Space Gem's full power—

Forcing the space around Tivan to contract and collapse.

Then—

He activated Fixed Star Bombardment, channeling the power of a collapsing sun into a focused detonation.

But when the light dissipated—

Tivan stood unharmed.

Ragna narrowed his eyes.

Even if his body was reinforced by divine energy, enhanced by his Will-Blade, and resistant to star-level bombardments, he should have at least suffered some damage.

Yet—

Tivan's robes and hair remained pristine.

"Impossible…"

This shouldn't be happening.

Ragna 's mind sharpened.

His next move was clear—

Change the battlefield.

If he couldn't teleport Tivan, then he would simply move the battlefield itself.

He attempted to shift Tivan's position, planning to drop him directly into a Fixed Star, just as he had done with past adversaries.

But—

Nothing happened.

Tivan did not move.

Even with the Space Gem, the very fabric of reality resisted.

The power of a single Infinity Stone was already near the peak of fourth-order cosmic abilities.

Yet Tivan—

Tivan matched it effortlessly.

The Collector's spatial control wasn't just powerful—

It was on par with the highest cosmic forces.

More terrifyingly—

Tivan's mastery of space far exceeded that of the Grandmaster.

Ragna momentarily halted his attacks.

He addressed Tivan coldly.

"I thought most Elders of the Universe were merely high-level fourth-tier beings…"

"I didn't expect you to be near the absolute peak."

Tivan chuckled theatrically, his expression contorting into one of exaggerated amusement.

"Ohoho! You flatter me, dear Ragna !"

"The Grandmaster—well, he's been stuck on Sakaar for eons, trapped in a time-dilated wasteland!"

"Once upon a time, he was older than me…"

"But now? Now, I have outlived him—many, many times over!"

He flashed a grin.

"Look! My hair is white!"

"His? Just barely gray!"

"Honestly, fighting is so terribly dull!"

"Wouldn't it be easier to just—stop?"

Tivan twirled dramatically, feigning exhaustion.

Ragna ignored the act.

"So it's true. Time alone has made you stronger."

He nodded—

Then launched another attack.

Tivan's strength was near the cosmic limit.

His control over space was absolute.

But—

That didn't matter.

Because Ragna 's power wasn't reliant on the Space Gem alone.

If Tivan couldn't be moved…

Then Ragna would move something even greater.

He raised his hand—

And seized entire stars.

Fixed Stars, each a celestial furnace of nuclear destruction, were ripped from their systems and hurled directly at Tivan.

But—

Tivan caught them with ease.

Or worse—

They simply disappeared.

Or were redirected back into their original positions.

"Using stars against me?"

"Ragna , my dear friend, that's simply adorable."

Space transfer. Space compression. Space barriers.

The battlefield shifted across the universe at an unimaginable scale.

Their conflict disrupted countless civilizations.

Entire star systems blinked in and out of existence, causing gravitational chaos throughout the cosmos.

Lower civilizations—those still bound to planetary existence—descended into eternal night as their suns were momentarily stolen.

On that day—

The entire universe witnessed the true power of a cosmic battle.

On that day—

The weak learned fear.

On that day—

The grand civilizations of the cosmos realized that even their might was insignificant compared to true superpowers.

But the battle did not stop.

The Space Gem and Tivan's power clashed endlessly, canceling each other out.

Tivan's strange relics—artifacts he had gathered from the deepest corners of time and reality—were the only things that left Ragna slightly wounded.

Golden divine blood splattered into the void.

Yet—

Ragna remained standing tall, his expression unshaken.

And strangely—

Tivan, despite remaining unharmed, showed no signs of victory.

Instead—

He was panting heavily, his exaggerated theatrics giving way to real exhaustion.

Because unlike Ragna —

Tivan's energy was finite.

He wasn't wielding an Infinity Stone—

He was fighting against one.

If this continued—

The Collector would eventually lose.

But—

Ragna glanced at the void.

He hesitated for a fraction of a second.

Then—

His resolve hardened once more.

Too many civilizations had already been lost today.

If the battle dragged on, the Andromeda Galaxy—his stronghold—would be caught in the crossfire.

He had made a promise to protect them.

A sacred contract—one he would never break.

This had to end.

Now.

Ragna roared—

Seized another Fixed Star—

And instead of hurling it at Tivan, he—

Compressed it.

Condensed it to the size of a marble.

And then—

Swallowed it whole.

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