Marvel Disassembler

Arthur had never considered himself an easygoing person, but he also rarely made things difficult for others. So when he was faced with such a challenge himself, he felt a deep frustration well up inside him - a rebellious stubbornness akin to that of a teenager. 

Suddenly, he shot to his feet, his anger boiling over as he pointed at the sky. 

"Do you think I'm going to give up? Do you think you can force me into submission? I'll tell you right now - no way! Bring it on! If you have the guts, let's drag this out and see who can last longer!" 

After venting his frustration, he sank back to the ground and stewed in silence for a while. 

"Fine! Let's see who backs down first!" 

The more he thought about it, the more outraged he felt. Murmuring to himself, he suddenly jumped back up. 

"You think I can't survive in a place like this? Hah!" 

He proudly declared, "Let me tell you something - I've played survival games before. Yes, I have! Who's scared now? You know the saying, 'To get rich, start chopping trees! Even in this place, I can prosper. Don't think for a second that you can defeat me!" 

He marched up to a crooked tree and chopped at it with his hand, planning to collect wood, make planks, and eventually build a workbench. 

"Wait, what am I doing?" 

Arthur paused, pulling his hand back. "This isn't a real game..." 

Nevertheless, chopping wood was essential. He was preparing for a long battle of wills with Odin. 

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Inside the Golden Palace, Arthur's antics were displayed on a crystal screen. 

Odin and Frigga were watching. Frigga looked at Odin. "He seems pretty upset." 

"No matter," Odin said with a faint smile. "That's just what I want." 

"The more upset he gets, the more likely it is that things will turn out differently than you expect," Frigga warned. "Why not take a softer approach? This child respects us, and there's no need to treat him like this." 

"Hela resents me," Odin replied, giving Frigga a meaningful look. "If he doesn't feel the same way about me, Hela will kill him." 

Short and to the point. 

Frigga understood immediately. "So you're doing this on purpose? But now he's clearly ready to dig in his heels and outlast you. Don't underestimate his determination. When he sets his mind to something, there's little he can't accomplish." 

"Three kilometers up, one hundred kilometers around. The whole area contains only the two of them," Odin said, his one eye gleaming with satisfaction. "How long do you think they'll tolerate each other? They're off to a good start - Hela hasn't done anything. Her tolerating him means there's hope for what comes next." 

Odin stood, his hands clasped behind his back. "They need time to understand each other. For that to happen, they can't fight to the death right away. They must first learn to live together. That has already been accomplished. The next step is up to them." 

He looked back at Frigga. "Of course we still have to keep an eye on them. Their temper is far from normal. One day they might try to kill each other just for fun. To prevent such a tragedy, we must remain vigilant. Especially with Arthur - he won't be content to stay put. He's sure to stir up trouble." 

"When are you going to let him go?" Frigga asked. "He has many duties waiting for him." 

"He can leave whenever he wants," Odin replied with a grin. "He just needs to have a proper talk with Hela. Communication builds bonds." 

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Arthur, unaware of any of this, examined the strangely crooked trees. When cut open, they oozed a crimson sap that resembled fresh blood. 

However, the sap lacked the metallic taste of blood. Instead, it carried a sweet, fragrant aroma that, while pleasant at first, became cloying and unpleasant after prolonged exposure. 

Stripping off the bark, Arthur used it to light a fire, roasting the wood to make it usable as quickly as possible. 

Then, wielding a military knife, he began to carve the wood. 

It was a time-consuming process, but fortunately Arthur's superhuman strength and stamina allowed him to work quickly. 

In less than three days, he had prepared dozens of pieces of wood. 

He gathered the branches and vines from the trees, extracted the fibers, twisted them into ropes, and began the construction of his little "home". 

The environment here was harsh - Arthur hadn't found anything to eat. But as he threw himself into this "game of creation," he didn't mind the difficulties. On the contrary, time seemed to fly by. 

Besides, his body had long since evolved to the point where he could sustain himself by absorbing colorless energy, making food optional. He ate more out of habit and the simple pleasure of taste than out of necessity. 

Going three days and nights without food or sleep was no real challenge for him. 

Starting with the foundation, Arthur approached his "home" construction with a surprising level of care and detail. 

After two more days, he finally completed the structure. This was due in no small part to the survival skills he'd picked up from certain survival games and the outdoor skills he'd unlocked through the critical upgrades of the Disassembler. 

His 'home' lacked a bed for the time being. Arthur thought he should make one soon. 

"Sleeping on the floor feels... uncivilized." 

For now, though, he didn't feel like moving. The last few days had been exhausting - he was out of practice with this kind of work. 

The process hadn't gone smoothly; the structure had collapsed several times during construction. Honestly, even if he woke up buried under a pile of wood tomorrow, he wouldn't be surprised. He would just keep improving it bit by bit. 

"Endurance test!" Arthur pumped himself up, then immediately deflated. "How much longer do I have to keep up this childish, tantrum-like nonsense? And... why haven't I seen Hela yet?" 

On his first day here, he had scoured the entire area. While he now had a clear map of the terrain, Hela's whereabouts remained a mystery. 

In the days that followed, Arthur repeatedly sent the Eye of Horus to search for her, but each time he came up empty-handed. 

He wasn't eager to meet her, admittedly. Still, as an 'intruder' suddenly appearing in their territory, her lack of reaction was... strange. 

"Hm?" 

As he thought, his ears pricked up. Controlling the 'Eye of Horus', he sent it through the wall to investigate outside. But the area seemed empty. 

"That's strange..." 

Arthur was sure he hadn't heard wrong. He instructed the 'Eye of Horus' to search the area again, and finally he noticed... 

The wood was gone. 

"Where is my wood?" 

Arthur rushed out of the 'house' and stared blankly at the empty spot where his woodpile had been. 

This was the wood he had prepared to make a bed. How could it just disappear? 

Where had it gone? Was it stolen? 

Who would steal wood? 

Besides, wasn't there supposed to be only two people here? 

"Hela did it?" 

Arthur stood there, completely baffled. "Why would she steal my wood?" 

It felt like the biggest mystery in the world - especially to Arthur at that moment. 

He had arrived here, been completely ignored by Hela, and then, out of nowhere, she silently stole his wood... 

What on earth was going on? 

'(End of Chapter)' 

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