Marvel: AS A PRINCE IN ASGARD

"Yes, yes, we are Ravagers, we are freedom fighters, we have nothing to fear!"

"Why does the Cosmic Mercenary Union rank the powerhouses of the universe? What's with this Tier One to Tier Four classification? If I say I'm Tier Six or Tier Seven, does that not make me invincible? Hahaha!"

Some Ravager leaders, influenced by the reckless bravado of the stone-skinned alien, cheered in agreement. Strength was proven in battle, not by charts made by bureaucrats or warlords.

They were outlaws, warriors without masters—retreat was never an option.

The energy in the room grew intense, and even those Ravager leaders who had hesitated before now clenched their fists, leaning toward battle. Even the hunched, red-skinned elder among them sighed deeply before nodding in reluctant agreement.

Only a few captains remained skeptical, standing apart from the frenzied group.

Then, the massive stone-skinned Ravager suddenly sighed and said,

"What kind of ranking system is this? I actually went to the Union to evaluate myself," he grumbled.

"They classified me as Tier Three and offered me a direct promotion to Super Mercenary status. The benefits were incredible."

"I wanted to refuse, but they're just too powerful and offer too much."

"Do you know?" His voice lowered conspiratorially.

"The rumors that the ruler of the Heavenly Palace can appear anywhere in the universe at will? They're true!"

With that, he turned abruptly, dropping to one knee.

"Welcome, Lord of the Heavenly Palace!"

For a moment, the room stood still.

What's happening?

Who am I?

Where am I?

Then, as if following an unspoken command, one by one, Ravager leaders dropped to their knees, each eyeing the others with unease.

The kneeling captains exchanged awkward glances, inwardly cursing.

Damn it! Everyone here is a schemer!

"You… you…" the red-skinned elder stammered, his voice trembling as realization dawned. He turned sharply toward the others and roared,

"RUN!"

But it was already too late.

A faint blue shimmer flickered in the air.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the second most powerful being in the known universe, the Ruler of the Heavenly Palace—Ragna —descended.

"It's him…"

"Kill him! Kill the traitors!"

Some captains didn't flee when they saw Ragna ; instead, they attacked.

Perhaps they truly believed they had a chance against him.

Ragna did not hesitate.

With a mere flick of his fingers, reality warped. One by one, the attacking Ravagers twisted and disintegrated, erased as if they had never existed.

Even the red-skinned elder—who had charged forward with surprising determination, likely stalling for the others—vanished in a heartbeat.

In every army, there were those willing to sacrifice themselves for their cause.

Ragna respected that. So, he made sure the old Ravager's death was swift.

As for those who fled? They had no chance.

The power of the Space Stone was not just for show.

Ragna caught every escaping leader with minimal effort. And just as easily, he eliminated them.

His past experience had already taught him that merely forcing loyalty from powerful individuals was pointless.

The stronger they were, the slower their loyalty grew—and the easier they were to betray him.

Ragna had learned his lesson. He would not repeat past mistakes.

There was no point in "re-educating" or "breaking" them. He had neither the time nor the patience to babysit potential traitors.

Besides, did they even matter?

With most of the Skrull Empire's former territories now under his control, Ragna 's accumulation of faith energy was accelerating at an exponential rate.

Tier Three beings no longer interested him.

With the rebels dealt with, he turned his attention to the remaining survivors—those who had surrendered or simply dropped to their knees out of fear.

Ragna reached down and helped the naive-looking stone-skinned Ravager to his feet, gesturing for the other captains to stand as well.

They obeyed, but their unease was palpable.

After witnessing Ragna 's effortless destruction firsthand, they feared they might be next.

Many of them shook visibly.

Only the stone-skinned Ravager maintained his clueless expression.

Ragna studied him for a moment and smirked.

"This guy… he's amusing."

"But he's also cunning."

Not that it mattered. Against absolute power, any petty schemes were meaningless.

Had the Ravagers not been so numerous and difficult to manage, Ragna wouldn't have even bothered with them.

But for now, they would be useful.

He knocked on the table, drawing their attention.

Then, he spoke.

"Welcome to the Cosmic Mercenary Union."

The captains collectively exhaled in relief.

"I expect you to prove your worth."

"And remember—" Ragna 's tone darkened slightly.

"Follow the rules of the Union…"

"Or I will be very, very angry."

The leaders nodded frantically, desperate to reassure him.

The stone-skinned captain even thumped his chest with a resounding crash, sending small rocks flying.

Ragna allowed himself a small smile before dismissing them.

Their first task?

Gathering their scattered subordinates.

Low-tier Ravagers were easier to control, and given enough time, their loyalty would solidify.

As for the high-tier rebels he had executed?

Ragna felt nothing.

They were already beneath his notice.

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