Marvel Disassembler

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Hela stole his wood!!! 

Realizing this, Arthur's irritation increased. His eyes flickered with anger before he gritted his teeth and muttered: 

"Your father dumped me in this godforsaken place to 'date' you!" 

"And you steal my wood?!" 

After this bizarrely connected train of thought, Arthur shot into the sky in a rage, searching for Hela. 

Whether it was for her or the wood, even he wasn't sure. 

The Eye of Horus surged to its limit as he scanned his surroundings. Suddenly, he felt someone standing behind him. 

Long, disheveled hair framed a cold, penetrating gaze. 

Arthur turned in an instant, only to see a hand lunge at him. 

He grabbed the wrist in mid-air and glared furiously. Before he could make out the person's face, the hand reversed its grip on his wrist, sending a wave of immense force that threw him violently to the ground. 

Unfurling his Raven God's Wings, Arthur controlled the airflow to regain balance mid-air, stabilizing himself in the void. 

With a flick of his palm, an Asgardian battle-axe materialized in his hand. 

This was no ancient relic, but one of Asgard's modern designs. 

After staying in Asgard for an extended period, Arthur had learned about their intricate equipment recycling system. 

All retired equipment was sent to the dwarves for reforging, ensuring that nothing went to waste. 

The weapons Thor had previously given Arthur had already been scraped from their "reserve stockpile," equipment that was destined to become part of Asgard's renewed arsenal - until Arthur "disassembled" it into nothing. 

Because of this, Arthur had felt a little embarrassed to ask for discarded equipment again. After all, the dwarves' craftsmanship made recycling the optimal choice. 

Instead of asking for old equipment, he had asked for a new set, mainly Asgardian weapons to complement the Asgardian fighting techniques he had mastered. Without the proper tools, those techniques couldn't be fully utilized. 

Now, in his fury, Arthur pulled a massive axe from his 'Disassembler Space'. 

Seeing the woman swooping down from the sky, he didn't hesitate to swing the axe in a mighty downward slash. 

But in the next instant, the axe was frozen in mid-air, immobilized by an overwhelming force. 

The woman floated before him, half of her face hidden by her hair. The visible half was not as grotesque as he had expected - in fact, it was strikingly delicate. 

But her expression was devoid of emotion, as calm as the calmest sea. 

Her eyes brimmed with hatred and anger, but Arthur could tell that this hostility wasn't directed at him. 

"Surrender!" The woman demanded coldly. 

Arthur paused for a moment before replying, "In your dreams!" 

As he spoke, he lashed out with a powerful kick. 

This move was one of his go-to techniques, a tried-and-true maneuver that had brought him victory countless times. It was almost foolproof against men. 

This was the first time he had used it against a woman. 

Considering how effortlessly she held his axe, Arthur figured that such an "unrefined" move wasn't too shameful to use. 

This infamous kick even had a name: the legendary "Groin Kick. 

But the kick hit nothing but air. 

In a flash, the woman flew over Arthur's head and reappeared behind him. 

Without thinking, Arthur whirled around and slashed twice with his wings. 

Infused with colorless energy, his Raven God Wings shimmered ominously, transforming the energy into black light upon contact with the feathers. 

The black light swirled around him, as if cutting through the void itself. 

The woman frowned, retreating dozens of meters in an instant before coming to a halt in midair. Tilting her head, she studied Arthur with a cold gaze. 

Arthur turned to her, their eyes locked. 

His expression was one of caution and wariness. This woman was even more dangerous than he'd anticipated. In terms of raw strength, he was at a disadvantage. 

The woman remained silent for a moment before speaking, her tone icy: 

"Last chance. Submit to me." 

"Ugh..." 

Arthur let out a tired sigh. His figure blurred and in the blink of an eye he was standing in front of her, swinging his axe with a furious slash. He was in no mood for further conversation. 

Submit? 

'Submit your sister! 

'Did I come all this way just to bow down to you? 

'Am I an idiot?!' 

The axe glowed with a sharp white light, radiating deadly energy. 

But in the next instant, a sword appeared in the woman's hand. Its blade flashed, effortlessly blocking Arthur's attack. 

Clang! 

The sound echoed far and wide, reverberating through the air. 

The woman frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong. 

But Arthur didn't care. With a roar, he unleashed a relentless barrage of axe blows. Each blow seemed to tap into an ever-growing reservoir of power within him, rising higher with each swing. 

"Enough!!!" 

The woman's angry cry signaled her breaking point. 

A violent wave of energy erupted from her body, and with one hand she grabbed Arthur by the throat and hurled him into the sky. 

Before he could regain his balance, a powerful gust of wind rushed toward him. Turning his head, Arthur saw the woman charging at him again, her sword ready to strike. 

The axe in his hand vanished in an instant, replaced by a sturdy shield. 

The light from the sword struck the shield, shattering it. The residual force slammed into Arthur's body, sending shockwaves through him. 

Though his steel-like bones held up, he felt the luminous energy within him - his inner stars - flicker brightly under the strain. 

The impact sent him plummeting like a shooting star, crashing to the ground with a deafening boom. 

A massive crater formed on impact, black water gushing out and spreading in all directions. 

The woman descended slowly, her cold gaze fixed on the pit. 

Just as she was about to draw her weapon, her expression changed. 

From within the crater, a black figure shot skyward. 

"You freaking... GIVE ME BACK MY WOOD!!!" 

The woman froze for a moment. 

'Wood?' 

Before she could react, Arthur was already in front of her. His fist slammed into her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Without missing a beat, he grabbed her by the neck with one hand. 

In his other hand, a pistol materialized. He pulled the trigger three times, firing directly into her chest and abdomen without hesitation. 

'(End of Chapter)'