Let me show you a new way Chapter 132

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” A man wearing a police badge stared blankly at the collapsed building debris in front of him, muttering unconsciously.

“No, no, no, no! Please, please, I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have left you, please, please…” The man cried out in despair. He immediately ran to the debris and weakly tried to move the stones with his hands, wanting to rescue his daughter buried underneath.

He was a police officer.

Perhaps an overly upright police officer.

Today was his day off. With a rare break from work, he decided to take his daughter shopping to mend their father-daughter relationship, which had grown distant due to his busy case work.

It was supposed to be a happy day. He saw his daughter laughing joyfully, skipping energetically, and eating ice cream. This made him feel an unprecedented sense of relaxation and happiness.

Then disaster struck suddenly.

Countless hideous monsters descended from the sky, wantonly destroying everything they saw. As an extremely responsible police officer, he immediately rushed into the nearby mall, pressed the fire alarm button, and tried to organize an evacuation.

Then he heard a loud bang.

When he turned his head, the place where his daughter had been was already engulfed in rubble.

“Please, please…” The man was still digging desperately. His fingernails had broken, and blood stained the stones, but he seemed oblivious, clearing the debris that might take an entire day to clear.

The next moment…

A bolt of lightning descended from the sky!

The powerful lightning struck the pile of earth, shattering all the stones into fine sand. It then impacted outwards, covering the unprepared man in dust and dirt.

He desperately waved his arms, wanting the rising dust to dissipate quickly so he could see what was happening sooner.

Then he saw a green light.

The green light, like hard glass, formed a semi-circular shield where the lightning had just struck.

Inside the shield, his daughter stood quietly, looking up with curiosity.

A blonde man, enveloped in green light, extended a green light from one of his fists, wrapping the girl and protecting her from harm.

Subsequently, the shield enveloping the girl disappeared. Her father immediately rushed forward impatiently and hugged his daughter tightly, feeling extremely emotional.

Thor examined the ring on his middle finger. It was a ring made of a green material whose composition he couldn’t discern. A strange symbol was carved on the ring, resembling a burning lantern.

Then he learned some information.

This ring was a Green Lantern ring. It utilized the power of will, allowing for flight, self-protection, and the creation of objects with willpower energy for attack or defense.

And most importantly, an oath.

Thor clenched his right hand into a fist, with the engraved side facing the sky, and recited the oath.

In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight!

Vaguely, Thor recalled his past: his battles, his growth, his playful moments with his brother, and his arguments with his father.

Let those who worship evil’s might beware my power, Green Lantern’s light!

He remembered. He was Thor, the God of Thunder, son of Odin. He had once betrayed the trust of his people, wantonly inciting wars and flaunting his power.

“I will never do that again, Father! I will use my power correctly!” Thor murmured.

Then, a strong light burst from Thor’s ring and rapidly spread over his body, eventually enveloping him completely. It then formed a green and silver Nordic battle armor, very similar to the armor Thor wore before being banished to Earth. On the chest, there appeared a special symbol identical to the one on the ring.

The ring connected to a special alternate dimension. The green lantern burned, with the fire of will surging within, providing endless energy support for this green ring.

Thor slowly descended from the sky. The little blonde girl stood beside her father, desperately waving at him.

“Is there anything else, little one?” Thor asked, crouching beside her.

“Your name is Thor, right?” the girl asked, looking at him.

“That’s right!” Thor smiled and nodded.

“My name is Gwen Stacy, thank you for saving me!” The blonde girl walked forward and gave Thor a big hug.

Thor paused, then gently patted the girl’s back.

“Alright, Gwen, I need to go save more people now!” Thor told the girl.

“Then… goodbye!” Gwen waved at Thor.

“Goodbye…” Thor said with a smile, then nodded to her father, and ascended into the sky, flying freely.

On the ground, the girl and her father looked up, watching the green light fading into the distance.

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“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Bruce Banner whispered.

“Of course, I’ve lived here for over a thousand years!” Loki replied impatiently.

“But it’s so dark here!” Bruce Banner said, somewhat uneasily.

“Banner, don’t be scared! Hulk is here!” A rough voice echoed in Banner’s mind. Banner nodded perfunctorily, soothing Hulk’s restless emotions to prevent him from bursting out if he got too excited.

“We’re here!” Loki’s voice sounded just in time. Banner looked into the distance, but his human eyes weren’t as sharp as Loki’s; he saw nothing.

But the next moment, a red figure appeared behind Banner. Hulk’s vision was incredibly powerful. He easily saw the distant scene and transmitted it to Dr. Banner’s mind.

Banner involuntarily held his breath.

In the distance, countless people wore ragged clothes, with strange metal pieces attached to their necks. They carried extremely heavy ore baskets on their backs, walking with difficulty. Whenever someone tried to resist, the Dark Elves supervising everything would press a button on their hands, and that person would twitch and fall to the ground as if struck by a powerful electric current.

This was Asgard, this was the Realm of Gods, this was the mine.

This was the place where slaves worked.

Countless Asgardians were used like livestock. They were forced to mine and do hard labor. If they were injured or fell ill, they had to continue working until they couldn’t even stand, only then would they be thrown into a dungeon to fend for themselves.

This was the current state of Asgardians.

This once strong, great, and heavenly place had become a living hell.

“What should we do?” Dr. Banner’s voice reached Loki’s ear. Loki’s body was hidden in the darkness. He clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging, his eyes radiating palpable anger, and an uncontrollable cold aura emanating from him.

The rational side of his mind constantly reminded him to stay calm, not to act impulsively, not to be like his foolish brother who only knew how to fight recklessly.

But deep down, another side, the one shaped by his father’s teachings and his mother’s influence, the one that identified with Asgard, roared continuously.

To hell with calm!

Loki suddenly gritted his teeth, and a short-handled axe, shrouded in a terrible cold aura, appeared in his hand.

“We fight!”