I am Thor

"No!!!"

Ego's anguished cry echoed through the collapsing cavern as Stormbreaker cleaved through the planet's core. The resulting explosion unleashed a tidal wave of flames and molten lava, consuming everything in its path. The once-living planet now resembled a fiery purgatory, trembling violently as it teetered on the brink of total collapse.

Ego stared at his hands in disbelief, watching as they began to dissolve into ash. His celestial form, once so powerful and indomitable, now crumbled away. The sensation of death crept over him—a feeling foreign to a being who had always believed himself eternal. In his final moments, his thoughts drifted back to Earth.

What if I hadn't left after that third visit? What if…

The ground shook violently, pulling Ego's thoughts into the void as the planet began its inevitable destruction.

Amidst the chaos, a notification rang in Thor's mind:

[Congratulations on completing the mission: Destroy Dad (Star-Lord)]

Reward: Alien Arena Challenge Ticket.

[Alien Arena Challenge Ticket: Choose one of three randomly alien characters to challenge. Win to summon a corresponding character. Note: Equipment cannot be used during the challenge. Failure will result in the loss of the ticket. Choose carefully!]

Thor barely spared the message a thought, his attention focused instead on Star-Lord, who stood a short distance away, staring at his hands. The faint glow of divine power within Quill was fading, his celestial energy slowly dissipating. He looked lost, almost hollow.

Thor approached him quietly. "Do you regret it?" he asked, his voice low.

Star-Lord didn't answer immediately. He kept his eyes on his hands as if expecting the glow to return. Finally, he shook his head. "No. It's just… I don't know if I could have done it myself. When it came to the moment, I don't know if I had it in me."

Thor nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of Quill's words. Without another word, he tossed a spacesuit to him. "This place is falling apart. If you want to live, put that on and leave. Now."

Quill caught the spacesuit and, for the first time in what felt like ages, gave a genuine nod. "Thanks," he said softly, slipping the suit on.

In Yondu's spare ship, the survivors regrouped. Thor had already left to ensure the others' safe escape, leaving Star-Lord sitting in silence. His gaze was distant, his thoughts scattered.

Baby Groot, unusually quiet, climbed into Star-Lord's lap, his tiny hands reaching out to hold Quill's fingers in a comforting gesture. The silence between them was broken by Yondu, who leaned back in his seat with a weary sigh.

"Listen, kid," Yondu said, his voice rough but gentle "He may have been your father, boy, but he wasn't your daddy."

Quill looked up at Yondu, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he murmured, "What's next for you?"

Yondu chuckled bitterly. "Gotta go see Stakar, I reckon. Don't matter what he thinks of me—I've got to go home sometime." His tone softened, almost wistful. "Home's home, even when it ain't perfect."

Quill nodded slowly. "Yeah… I guess I've got to go home too."

Meanwhile, in Wakanda's grand council chamber, Erik Stevens—known to some as Killmonger—stood with his hands bound, his head held high. His piercing gaze swept over the assembly of Wakandan leaders and warriors.

"If you've got the guts," he challenged, "ask me who I really am."

Princess Shuri scoffed, folding her arms. "You're Erik Stevens. An American spy, a mercenary, and a self-proclaimed murderer. That's who you are."

Erik's lips curled into a sneer. "That's not my real name, princess. Dare to ask me my true name?"

One of the officials slammed his hand on the table. "Who the hell are you?" he barked.

Erik took a step forward, breaking free from the soldiers who held him. His voice boomed through the hall. "I am N'Jadaka, son of Prince N'Jobu!"

The revelation sent a shockwave through the chamber. Gasps filled the air as every pair of eyes turned to him. The room fell into stunned silence.

Shuri's expression faltered. "That's impossible," she whispered, her usual confidence shaken.

Erik's voice rose with conviction. "It's the truth. My father bore the claw marks of the Black Panther on his chest—your so-called king was nothing but a murderer!"

The queen stood abruptly, her voice quivering with rage. "Lies! You dare slander our king?"

But W'Kabi, the military leader, stepped forward, holding a necklace in his hand. "He's telling the truth," he said grimly.

The hall grew deathly quiet. All eyes turned to T'Challa, the current Black Panther, who stared at the necklace in W'Kabi's hand. Memories flickered in his mind, piecing together a painful truth he could no longer deny.

Erik seized the moment. "By Wakandan law, I have the right to challenge for the throne. I demand justice. I demand the right to fight for the title of king and Black Panther!"

Murmurs rippled through the room, the weight of tradition hanging heavy over the council. T'Challa's advisors looked to him for guidance, their expressions torn.

Finally, T'Challa stepped forward, his gaze steady. "I accept your challenge," he said, his voice unwavering.

Erik's lips curled into a cold smile. "Good," he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "Father… I'm home."

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