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Afterward, Thor briefly explained the rules of the gladiatorial arena.
The rules were simple: one-on-one combat, with the victor rising in rank.
The ultimate top-ranked individual, if they achieved ten consecutive victories, would receive a reward from Odin, the All-Father, and their name would be inscribed on the arena's historical leaderboard.
Darian was very interested.
Ranked matches, he was skilled at those!
The rules were also very lenient; aside from prohibiting fatal attacks or intentional maiming, there were basically no other restrictions, and even weapons were allowed.
Darian asked, "Any weapon is fine?"
"Yes."
"Then can I bring a sniper?"
As he spoke, Darian pulled out an RPG Rocket Launcher.
Thor: "..."
Unfortunately, Darian's idea was rejected because the allowed weapons referred to cold weapons.
After all, this was an arena, not a large battlefield.
Darian decisively signed up for the gladiatorial arena.
Not long after, he had his first ranked match.
His opponent was a burly bald man with fierce eyes, two prominent black marks branded on his head, and a wildly styled great axe in his hand.
Darian glanced at his opponent's information panel.
NPC: Skurge
Codename: Executioner
Affection: 0
Evaluation: Dual-wielding warrior, second-generation gatekeeper of Asgard
"Oi!"
Skurge casually rested the great axe on his shoulder, grinned, and fixed his gaze on Darian: "Black-haired kid, you're unlucky; your first match is against me, Skurge."
Darian paid no attention to Skurge's provocation; instead, his eyes burned as he stared at the great axe in his opponent's hand.
"Your axe looks pretty good."
"Of course!" Skurge proudly raised his chin, "This is a weapon I commissioned the dwarves to forge with great expense!"
"So, this equipment is quite rare, then?"
"Of course!"
As soon as Skurge finished speaking, he saw Darian's muscles suddenly bulge, and he lunged forward like an arrow from a bowstring!
He was greatly alarmed and hastily swung his great axe, trying to force back the swift assault.
Unexpectedly, Darian's speed was extremely fast, almost instantly rushing in front of Skurge, ducking to avoid the great axe's attack, and his fist, whistling sharply, slammed heavily into his face!
Bang!
A muffled thud sounded.
Skurge's vision immediately went black, his head buzzed, and his body staggered backward uncontrollably.
"Expelliarmus!"
Seizing the opportunity, Darian extended both hands to grab the great axe's handle, then kicked Skurge forcefully!
Under the immense force, Skurge was powerless to resist, releasing his grip on the great axe, and his entire body was sent flying off his feet, landing in the sand a dozen meters away, raising a cloud of dust.
Skurge was a bit dazed from the blow and struggled to get up.
However, he saw Darian already standing before him, holding his beloved great axe, its blade resting steadily on his neck.
"I surrender!"
Skurge didn't hesitate for a moment, immediately raising his hands.
He knelt incredibly quickly!
"Red team wins!"
The Asgardian acting as the referee immediately loudly announced Darian's victory.
A burst of enthusiastic cheers instantly erupted from the stands; the Asgardians, who valued strength, always held great respect for the strong.
After his victory, Darian turned and left the arena, awaiting his next ranked match.
Watching Darian's retreating figure, Skurge lay on the ground, looking stunned.
Wait, you haven't returned my axe yet!
In the subsequent ranked matches, Darian also won easily, and casually took his opponents' weapons.
His opponents, whose weapons were taken, later couldn't bring themselves to ask Darian to return them, so they just let Darian take them.
Unfortunately, the number of ranked matches that could be arranged in the gladiatorial arena in one day was limited, and Darian estimated that it would take quite some time to reach the top rank.
Thus, in the following days, Darian frequently traveled between the two Planets.
After completing his daily tasks on Earth, he would run to Asgard to play ranked matches, which was quite fulfilling.
He even managed to recapture a bit of the feeling he had when grinding games back then.
And all of this was seen by Heimdall's eyes; his expression grew uglier by the day.
Having served as a guardian for so many years, he had never seen anyone so arrogant!
Coming and going right under his nose all day, did he really think he, the guardian of Asgard, didn't exist?
But there was nothing he could do; his boss's eldest son had tacitly approved it, so he, an old employee of Asgard, naturally couldn't say anything.
He could only learn from his boss and turn a blind eye.
Odin: ●灬
Darian truly enjoyed the ranked matches these days.
The physique of Asgardians far surpassed that of Earthlings; each one could be considered a small Superman on Earth.
Especially the warriors of Asgard, who were among the elite.
But in his hands, even without using other equipment or items, the enhancement of the GANTZ Enhanced Suit and his own numerical advantage were enough to easily crush his opponents.
And Darian's name gradually spread throughout Asgard.
Everyone knew that a Midgardian had appeared in Asgard's gladiatorial arena, incredibly powerful, who had continuously defeated many Asgardian warriors, and his ranking had soared.
However, this Midgardian had a unique Hobbies, which was a fondness for taking his opponents' equipment.
Whether it was weapons or armor on their bodies, if he took a liking to it, he would directly seize it during combat!
As a result, some Asgardian warriors, especially female warriors, would immediately surrender without hesitation as soon as they saw Darian as their opponent.
While surrendering itself was a very humiliating thing, compared to being stripped down to their underwear in front of hundreds of spectators, they felt the former was clearly more acceptable.
Asgardians are not afraid of death, but social death is another matter!
During this time, Thor also found Darian and asked if his teleportation could carry people.
After receiving Darian's denial, Thor was disappointed.
Darian curiously asked, "What's wrong? Are you going to Earth?"
Thor nodded, dejectedly saying, "I promised Jane before that I would go back to her once I finished, but I didn't expect the Bifrost Bridge to be destroyed later. Maybe Jane is still waiting for me on Midgard now."
Darian was a bit surprised; after spending so many days with Thor in Asgard, this was the first time he had heard that name from Thor's mouth.
Usually, the names he heard most were Loki and mjolnir.
As for Jane?
Who was this person? So unfamiliar. A new NPC?
"But you can record a video, and I'll send it to that person for you when I go back to Earth," Darian suggested.
"That's a good idea!"
Thor's eyes lit up, calling Darian a genius, and then used Darian's phone to record a video.
Thor, true to his nature as a straight-laced man, directly pointed the camera at his face, and with a goofy expression from a terrible angle, recounted the events to Jane, explaining why he hadn't returned to Earth.
It started out normal enough.
But as he continued talking, his topic suddenly shifted back to Loki.
In the video, Thor recounted the trivial matters between him and Loki over the past few days with a troubled expression.
For example, he discovered that his brother Loki was actually adopted, for example, he didn't know how to mend the brotherly affection between himself and Loki, for example, Loki blah blah blah Loki blah blah blah...
In short, it was hopeless!
Darian could completely imagine what Jane's expression would be when she received this video.
Imagine a girl whose boyfriend ran back to his hometown, saying he'd be back the next day, but then didn't show up for over a month.
Finally, she receives a message from him, but it's all about his and his brother's messed-up affairs, without a single word of greeting to her from beginning to end.
How would this girl feel?
She'd probably want to kill him, right?