Chapter 727 Sakaar Prisoners

“My apologies, I lied. My relationship with Grandmaster isn’t actually that close, so you understand…”

As a potential asset favored by Grandmaster to eventually challenge the current Champion, Thor was not subjected to any difficulties after being taken to the arena.

Although his hands were still bound by magnetic locks, he received his first meal since arriving on Sakaar and even got his own private holding cell.

Just as he was contemplating his life in the empty holding cell, Loki, who was accompanying Grandmaster in the lounge, finally found an opportunity to release a magical clone.

He quietly arrived at Thor’s cell.

Faced with his brother’s two-faced, ingratiating explanation, the God of Thunder remained unmoved.

He was clearly still sulking.

To be reasonable, although Loki was Odin’s adopted son, Thor had always treated him like his own biological brother.

Even this accidental displacement to Sakaar was entirely because he wanted to save Loki.

But how did Loki treat him in return?

In order to appease that Grandmaster, he actually betrayed him without the slightest hesitation.

This kind of “betrayal” made Thor even more heartbroken than being sold out by Valkyrie.

“Don’t be like that, Thor. I know you’re unhappy. Why don’t you hit me a couple of times?” Seeing that the God of Thunder didn’t speak for a long time, Loki employed his ultimate move of acting cute, attempting to charm his way through.

This was the brothers’ signature routine.

Previously, no matter what mistake Loki made, as long as he used this tactic in front of the God of Thunder, he would always receive forgiveness.

Sure enough, seeing the “sincere” smile on his brother’s face, Thor’s heartstrings were finally touched.

What could he do? They were brothers, after all.

Thor, sitting on the ground, then uncontrollably scraped a few small pebbles from the floor and pelted Loki with them one by one.

The behavior was admittedly a bit childish.

Watching the pebbles pass one by one through the chest of his magical clone, the smile on Loki’s face became even more sincere.

“So, you’ve forgiven me…” Loki kept his smile and continued, “Don’t worry, we still have seven days. I will definitely figure out a way to rescue you.”

In fact, Thor’s willingness to save him without hesitation back in Asgard was quite touching to Loki.

Therefore, having a moment of conscience, he first gave Thor an empty promise, and then briefly introduced him to Grandmaster and the situation here on Sakaar.

The entire process only involved sharing some information; in reality, Loki incurred no loss whatsoever.

“Alright, I have to go. It wouldn’t be good if Grandmaster noticed anything amiss.” After concluding his one-sided conversation, Loki gave Thor one last smile and said, “Trust me, I will rescue you.”

Watching his brother’s magical clone disappear, the previously expressionless Thor finally showed a hint of a smile.

Although the God of Thunder didn’t vocalize it, this feeling of being cared for was certainly pleasant.

Especially since that person was his dear brother.

“Hey, little guy, are you next week’s gladiator?” Just as the God of Thunder was “enjoying” the familial affection, a dull greeting suddenly reached his ear.

“Little guy?” As Asgard’s strongest warrior, no one had ever called him that before.

The smile on the God of Thunder’s face instantly froze. Looking over, he saw that a gladiator in the adjacent cell was talking to him through the iron bars.

“Yes, little guy. I’m Korg the rock man, and I guess I’m the leader here.” Korg, who had also been sitting on the ground, stood up and walked to the bars to look at Thor.

Covered in giant rock fragments and standing over five meters tall, he exuded an intense sense of pressure.

Well, in front of him, the 1.9-meter-tall God of Thunder was indeed a little guy.

“Actually, I am the new King of Asgard. You can also call me the God of Thunder.” Unwilling to admit he was a little guy, Thor reluctantly reintroduced himself.

Compared to the God of Thunder’s single cell, the adjacent cell contained over a dozen other uniquely featured prisoners besides Korg the rock man.

“King? Th-Thunder King, hello!” Korg the rock man, who didn’t seem very bright, greeted Thor again in a friendly manner.

There was even a hint of pity in his eyes.

“It’s the God of Thunder, the new King of Asgard…” Thor corrected him out loud, but seeing the rock man’s “clear” eyes, he finally gave up explaining. “Forget it, call me whatever you want. So, what do you want with me?”

“Do you know that the current King of the Arena has a two-year winning streak?” Korg the rock man revealed.

“And then?” Thor, who had initially awakened the power of the God of Thunder within him, was not afraid of a challenge.

Besides, he might not even enter the arena, since Loki had promised to rescue him.

“What ‘and then’? Grandmaster sending you out there is sending you to your death. So, for the sake of your life, why don’t you join us? We are planning a jailbreak.” Korg finally stated his ultimate goal.

That was to recruit Thor.

When it comes to jailbreaks, the more people, the more strength.

And setting aside racial talents, Thor’s strong physique certainly made him look like he could handle it.

“Jailbreak? I don’t need a jailbreak, thank you.” Thor refused the rock man’s invitation without hesitation.

In their jailbreak team, besides the rock man who didn’t look very smart, the other dozen members also looked highly unreliable.

They were even less reliable than Korg.

Moreover, although the rock man was trying to lower his voice, his naturally booming voice sounded like thunder when he spoke.

Conspiring about a jailbreak so loudly was also one of the reasons the God of Thunder didn’t trust him.

In short, the God of Thunder felt it was better to trust himself than to believe a simple-minded rock man could lead a bunch of misfits in a jailbreak.

Even trusting Loki seemed more reliable at this point.

“No, you don’t understand how powerful the Champion is, and your fate if you fail is either being torn apart by him or being killed by Grandmaster in front of the next gladiator…” Korg still didn’t give up persuading Thor. He opened the small door next to the iron bars and hunched over to enter Thor’s single cell.

Only then did Thor realize that although the cells were separated by iron bars, they all had small doors that allowed movement between them.

Not to mention, seeing the five-meter-tall rock man up close, the oppressive feeling became even stronger.

“Losers are executed? Grandmaster didn’t seem to kill anyone in front of me.” Of course, Thor couldn’t afford to be surprised right now.

He couldn’t help but recall Grandmaster’s appearance.

That guy, who looked like he enjoyed rapping and was a bit humorous, didn’t seem as cruel as Korg claimed.

But putting the facts aside, Thor’s impression of Grandmaster was still poor.

“He didn’t execute the previous gladiator in front of you?” Korg scratched his head with his thick, carrot-like fingers, pondering, then suddenly his eyes lit up, saying, “I get it! He probably wants to execute the loser right before you step onto the stage, to intimidate you.”

“A jailbreak truly is the only way out.”

Seemingly recalling the terror of Grandmaster, the five-meter-tall Korg trembled as if trying to curl into a ball.

This indirectly proved the deterrent power of Grandmaster’s name.

“NO!” Faced with the rock man’s recruitment attempt, and seeing his frightened, useless appearance, Thor once again clearly refused the jailbreak invitation… Meanwhile, Grandmaster’s music lounge was also nearing its end. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and said to Topaz beside him, “Send someone to give my most valued gladiator a haircut. I don’t want people to mistake there being a female creature in my arena.”

Well, Grandmaster was very satisfied with Thor’s strong physique; the only thing he disliked was his long hair.

That made his gladiator look effeminate.

Since it concerned the arena’s reputation, this had to be corrected.

“Understood. I’ll send ‘Scissorhands’ Stanly over immediately.” Topaz replied casually.

Just a haircut; it wouldn’t take much effort.

“One more thing, is there any news about my ‘dear’ brother?” Grandmaster’s face suddenly turned serious.

His voice also became low.

“Uh, we have always been looking for him, but Collector Tivan’s whereabouts are too secretive. So…” Mentioning Grandmaster’s brother, Topaz was also a little frightened.

She looked afraid of incurring his wrath.

“So what?” Grandmaster’s voice sounded as if it came from the deepest abyss.

That extremely oppressive demeanor displayed the posture befitting the ruler of Sakaar.

“I will send more people out to search, and I will immediately report to you as soon as there is news of Collector Tivan.” Topaz lowered her head, offering a solution at the last moment.

It must be said that her response was very clever.

When the boss is angry, he doesn’t need explanations, but solutions to the problem.

“Relax, Topaz. I often say you’re my most capable assistant, and no problem can stump you.” After an appropriate warning, Grandmaster suddenly smiled, and even thoughtfully handed Topaz a cup of rainbow-colored drink.

“Heh… heh, thank you for the compliment.” Topaz quickly echoed the smile.

But when Grandmaster wasn’t looking, she quietly wiped away the cold sweat beading on her forehead…