Chapter 151: The Sky's Bane

Chapter 151: The Sky’s Bane

Dark, stormy clouds covered the sky, casting a gloomy shadow until a sudden thunderclap illuminated the ground below. The elements were in chaos, whipped by fierce winds, as a torrent of rain poured down.

"Thor, as the God of Thunder, your resistance to electricity should be pretty good, right?"

Lu Ke chuckled, asking the question in advance.

Thor shook his head frantically. He didn't know, and he didn't want to know! His status as a prince made him hesitant to admit defeat, but he was truly exhausted.

"Please, no, I'm sorry, I'll never kick you in the groin again."

Thor felt a bit wronged. If he had actually kicked Lu Ke, his anger would have been justified, but he hadn't even managed to land a hit.

At the very least, let him kick once before pummeling him!

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m not negotiating."

Lu Ke prepared to try out his new move. A surge of immense magical power flowed through him at an unimaginable speed, and the space around them began to destabilize, as if something was trying to force its way in.

In the stands, Doctor Strange’s eyebrows twitched, and he raised his finger.

Crack—

The mirrored arena shattered, and everything returned to normal as if the destruction had never occurred.

But the next moment, a new space descended, trapping the audience who had just emerged from the mirrored arena.

Instead of Asgard’s arena, they found themselves in a vast mountain range. Lush trees and dense vegetation stretched as far as the eye could see, but the sky was dark and stormy, with rain and wind wreaking havoc.

On the highest peak, Thor lay on the ground like a fish on a cutting board. He clutched Mjolnir and looked up at Odin, only to see a stern face. He felt the world was too cold and uncaring, with only his hammer retaining a bit of warmth.

The rain battered his body as he watched Lu Ke, his guard up.

"Domain Unleashed—The Sky’s Bane."

Lu Ke calmly spoke the name of his newly constructed domain.

The moment he finished, Thor looked up sharply.

Amid the swirling clouds, a majestic and beautiful calamity slowly revealed itself. The Storm Dragon soared through the air, cloaked in wind and rain, circling the peak.

Only then did the confused audience realize that this move was probably, maybe, possibly not from their beloved Thor.

"Let’s have a pleasant hunt."

Lu Ke’s body rose into the air, and the Storm Dragon lowered its head, allowing him to sit between its horns.

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m talking about hunting monsters, or gods."

Lightning crackled around the Storm Dragon, which could control lightning, though not as adeptly as it controlled wind and rain. After absorbing the knowledge from multiple worlds, it had evolved.

Naruto Lu Ke’s understanding of lightning chakra had deepened, and Oddball Lu Ke’s training in lightning magic had advanced rapidly. Many of the Pokemon Ditto had copied were electric-type, and Trainer Lu Ke had learned some lightning-related spells during his long life.

Thor climbed to his feet, glanced at his people who were watching him with a mix of sympathy and anticipation, took a deep breath, and raised his hands. Mjolnir glowed brightly as he raised his arms and shouted.

"This is a glorious mission!"

He would lose like a warrior!

Suddenly, more swirling clouds appeared in the sky, accompanied by the howling of wind and rain. Another Storm Dragon emerged from the clouds, followed by a third, a fourth, and more...

The domain’s expansion greatly enhanced the techniques that formed it. Lu Ke had chosen to enhance the number, and as long as his magical power was sufficient, he could achieve the grand spectacle of thousands of Storm Dragons flying together!

Purple lightning, black lightning, white lightning—different colored lightning bolts, controlled by the Storm Dragons, split into two, then four, then eight...

The entire sky was filled with lightning spears, all aimed at Thor, who stood on the peak, hammer in hand, determined to fight to the death.

Thor: =()



I’m sorry!

He admitted that he had spoken too loudly!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless lightning spears shot towards Thor, the dense barrage dimming the sky and shaking the earth. The wild lightning energy destroyed everything on the peak.

When the dust settled, the peak was reduced to a small point, and Thor, the God of Thunder, was convulsing from the electricity, trembling as he raised a universal gesture.

...

"Come, come, Lu Ke, let’s drink!"

"Lu Ke, try this one. It’s a thousand-year-old vintage, the finest wine in Asgard."

"The wine is expensive, but the company is priceless. Let’s drink this whole barrel!"

After the match, the banquet continued, but the center of attention had shifted. Men and women circled around Lu Ke, leaving Thor and Loki alone at their table, staring at each other in silence.

Although he had lost face, Asgardians respected powerful warriors. Lu Ke was a mage, but he had taken down the strongest warrior here, other than the All-Father himself. He deserved to be treated as the guest of honor.

"This feels terrible."

Thor experienced the taste of being ignored for the first time. As Odin’s son, he had always been the center of attention, and his military victories had only enhanced his glory, leading the Asgardian Warriors to great achievements.

Loki let out a cold snort. "So, do you understand my feelings now?"

"What feelings?"

Thor looked at him with surprise, and that expression nearly made Loki explode with anger.

Sure enough, you can't talk to a fool!

Just then, a strikingly beautiful and tall warrior approached Thor and Loki, holding a large jug of mead.

"I guess you must be feeling pretty down, needing someone to keep you company?"

"Really, Sif, aren't you going to join your friends to see the great Sorcerer Luke's noble visage?"

Loki's sarcastic remark earned him a withering glare from Sif.

"Forget it, he doesn't belong here. He's just a guest who will soon leave Asgard. Those women are just looking for a novelty, no one really takes him seriously."

Sif wedged herself between Loki and Thor, bumping into Loki without a hint of remorse. The delicate Third Princess tumbled to the ground, wincing in pain.

"What about Fandral and the others?"

"They're all toasting to Luke. Only I'm still here, Thor. I've always been here."

Sif placed her hand on Thor's shoulder, speaking slowly and deliberately to the big oaf, hoping he would finally understand.

"It's only right. Luke defeated me, and now he's the center of attention."

"No, Thor, you are the son of Odin, the wielder of Mjolnir, the bringer of peace who quells wars. You are the center of Asgard."

Thor felt a bit comforted and softened his tone. "Sif, you're so kind. Having you as a friend is a true blessing."

"Just a friend?"

Sif's eyes were full of tenderness, her beautiful features glowing in the candlelight, a breathtaking sight. But for Thor, who had seen her for countless years, it wasn't that she didn't affect him, it was more that she left him completely unmoved.

"No, I was wrong."

Thor patted her shoulder and flashed his trademark cheerful smile. "You're not just a friend, you're a good friend!"

Good friend, my ass!

If I'm so good, why don't you choose me as your queen!

Watching Sif stomp off in a huff toward Luke, Thor scratched his head. "What did I do wrong? Why is Sif so angry?"

Loki chuckled with a mocking grin. "Dear brother, you did nothing wrong. I told you, women's moods are like Asgard's weather—unpredictable. She's just in a bad mood."

"Is that so."

Thor nodded thoughtfully, then grinned at the jug of mead left on the table. "Sif forgot to take the mead. Come, let's share it!"

"Sure."

Loki, in a good mood, didn't refuse.

He had taught Thor many dating tips, such as women are also warriors and should be respected, no need to give them fancy gifts, if a woman dressed up and approaches you, she probably needs your help, and if a woman tells you she loves you, she just wants a shortcut to join the Warriors Three! Thanks to his efforts, Thor had become a master at dodging romantic entanglements. A woman like Sif, who spent all day with him, would never get anywhere with him!

...

On the other side, the Ancient One and Odin were clinking glasses.

"Tsk tsk, look at this. We were just guests, but we somehow ended up as the main attraction."

The Ancient One sighed, feeling a bit guilty, and glanced at the heir surrounded by a crowd of men and women, her lips curving upward in a sad smile.

"Is the All-Father upset?"

Odin quietly drained his cup and looked at the smug and self-assured Supreme Sorcerer, his single eye flashing with a sharp light.

"Ancient One, you have a good eye for choosing people."

"Of course! I have always been very good at reading people."

Odin raised his glass and walked toward Luke. As he approached, the crowd around Luke naturally and respectfully stepped aside.

Luke, who was happily drinking and fondling a warrior's hand, felt a jolt of panic when he saw the All-Father approaching. Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain, Odin cut him off.

"I understand. You didn't want to come to Asgard at all. The Ancient One forced you to do this."

"Great All-Father, you are truly wise and mighty! It was the Ancient One, the old... Supreme Sorcerer, who insisted I come here to support him."

Luke quickly nodded in agreement, it was exactly right!

"Ah, I admire the Ancient One's power, but his character is questionable."

"Absolutely, Great All-Father!"

Luke ignored the Ancient One's glare, even if he got a few hits afterward, he had to agree with that statement.

"You are such an excellent young man, and you defeated Thor. I must reward you."

Odin's face broke into a smile, his tone warm and kind, like a doting elder.

"Here's what I'll do. Later, I'll take you to my treasure vault. You can choose one thing you like and take it."

"Ah, is that... appropriate?"

Luke's face turned red, and he fidgeted before quickly adding, "Then I'll only take one thing, no more!"

Odin: (You Supreme Sorcerers are all the same!)

(End of Chapter)

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