CHAPTER 5

At the entrance to the Bifrost, Frigga did not come to see Ragna off. 

After a brief conversation with Ragna within Asgard, she had no choice but to remain silent. 

She could not sway Odin's or Ragna's decisions and could only hope that time would heal the rift between them. 

Fortunately, the Asgardian gods were long-lived, and there was still hope for reconciliation in the future. 

Heimdall gave Ragna a firm hug, his thousand unspoken words conveyed through a look of trust and understanding. 

Heimdall believed in Ragna's decision. 

"Send me to Midgard," Ragna said. 

Having chosen self-exile, Ragna had decided on his destination: Earth, or Midgard, as it was known in Asgard. 

The Earth of over a thousand years ago was an ideal choice. 

At this time, the Ancient One had not yet been born, so there was no risk of being trapped in an infinite time loop. 

While Heaven and Hell were locked in their eternal conflict, the Sorcerer Supreme and the Nine Realms Agreement ensured that high-level combatants could not easily descend upon Earth, making it a relatively safe place. 

More importantly, Earth already had a foundation of belief in angels and gods. By staying there for a time, Ragna could gather a significant amount of faith. 

With enough faith, he could summon a few King-Rank Angels. Once he had amassed sufficient strength, he would leave Earth and venture into the cosmos to confront Thanos. 

Yes, the plan was solid. 

Heimdall inserted his sword into the Bifrost's control mechanism, activating the rainbow bridge. 

Ragna waved a hand and stepped boldly into the Bifrost. 

"Earth, here I come!" 

Ragna hovered steadily at the center of the Bifrost, careful not to approach its edges or extend his hands or feet beyond the bridge. 

No one knew what lay outside the Bifrost or where it led. 

If one was lucky, they might land on a beautiful planet. If not, they could be flung into a black hole. 

Ragna had no intention of dying—he simply wanted to reach Earth safely. 

Suddenly, a massive Void Throne battleship appeared, disrupting the Bifrost. 

"Bifrost fluctuation detected," a voice announced. 

"Initiate teleportation immediately. Stay close to the Bifrost!" 

"This time, we must reach Asgard!" 

Chaos erupted within the Bifrost. 

Ragna was thrown from the bridge, tumbling into the void. 

Before losing consciousness, he caught a glimpse of a towering, purple-skinned figure on the throne, shouting: 

"Odin, hand over the Space Stone!" 

"Thanos?! I'll get you for this—" 

Ragna's words were cut short as he blacked out. 

Meanwhile, Odin, in his prime, learned that Thanos had invaded Asgard through the Bifrost, causing Ragna to fall and the Bifrost's destination to become unknown. 

Without hesitation, Odin donned the Destroyer Armor, mounted his eight-legged steed, and brandished Gungnir. 

He set out to remind Thanos why he was known as the King of the Nine Realms—the true overlord of the cosmos. 

Thanos was severely wounded in the battle and, with the desperate aid of his subordinates, managed to flee. 

Filled with resentment, he vowed not to return to the Nine Realms until Odin's power had waned. 

After driving off Thanos, Odin was drunk for seven days. Frigga, upon learning that Ragna had fallen from the Bifrost, wept in secret for a long time. 

Heimdall kept his eyes wide open, scouring countless places in an attempt to find any trace of Ragna. 

He refused to give up, continuing his search intermittently, but as time passed, he spoke less and grew calmer. 

Heimdall blamed himself, feeling responsible for not detecting Thanos' presence or plans in time. 

However, it wasn't entirely his fault. 

Though Heimdall's eyes were said to be capable of observing the Nine Realms and seeing across the universe, there were many forbidden zones and powerful beings who could block his gaze. 

If not for these limitations, the advanced technology of the three major empires, the secrets of the various Protoss, and the locations of the Cosmic Gems would have long been discovered by Heimdall. 

In that case, Asgard's influence would have extended far beyond the Nine Realms. 

As time passed, to avoid further angering Odin and deepening Frigga's grief, Ragna's name, like Hela's, gradually became a taboo in Asgard. 

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**Sakaar. Landfill.** 

Ragna, aching all over, fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground. 

"Damn it, where is this place?" he muttered, struggling to his feet as the foul stench of garbage filled his nostrils. 

"At least I didn't land directly in the trash…" 

He looked around at the towering piles of junk and the rancid, filthy substances scattered everywhere, feeling a bitter sense of relief. 

Thanos had disrupted the Bifrost and invaded Asgard, inadvertently throwing Ragna out of the bridge. 

No one had known what lay outside the Bifrost before, but Ragna now had a vague idea. 

It was a void—an endless, oppressive void. 

If not for his Asgardian physiology and the divine power he had awakened, which allowed him to withstand the crushing pressure of the void, Ragna would have died long ago. 

Surviving was a miracle in itself. 

As for landing in a junkyard instead of a garbage heap, Ragna couldn't bring himself to care. 

Though he thought to himself, *If I get the chance later, I wouldn't mind hacking Thanos to pieces in a place like this.* 

Before Ragna could fully recover, a group of aliens dressed in strange clothing, their faces masked and armed with weapons, surrounded him. 

These were scavengers from the landfill. 

"Warrior or food?" one of them asked. 

"No, he's fresh. That means he's food," another replied. 

Clearly, Ragna's sudden appearance from the sky had caught their attention. 

And, to their eyes, he was nothing more than prey.