Borrow Three More Hours from Heaven, Become a God!

‘Drip!’

Sharp black tendrils pierced Kratos’s chest and limbs. Though they did not completely penetrate his divine body, they had sunk more than halfway to the bone. Bright red, luminous blood trickled down several tendrils and quietly dripped onto the ground.

The thousand-plus black tendrils that had erupted in every direction, with no blind spots across a full three hundred and sixty degrees, shot downward and easily punctured the ground as if it were paper, forming upright black pillars.

The tendrils shooting skyward pierced through the floor of the rooftop rooms atop the Interstellar Arena. Several of the Grandmaster’s trusted subordinates were unlucky enough to be completely impaled, while one tip stopped just beneath the Grandmaster’s crotch.

The tendrils shooting outward reached the spectator stands and stopped before the alien audience. Had they extended even another half meter, they would have been enough to kill hundreds of beings.

Kyle’s mouth fell open in shock. Even he was momentarily stunned by the power of Myriad Tendrils. But before he could think further, the strength in his body was nearly drained dry, and exhaustion and weakness swept through him.

Even worse, Venom, the glider wings, the dark helmet, and the keratinous bio-armor all melted away like snow beneath the sun. They turned into countless viscous black fluids that receded from Kyle’s body, about to drip down like blood.

At that moment, Visi was the only one on the Duel Arena still in good condition. It quickly crawled behind Kyle, locked itself in place, and transformed into a rocket pack. With faint blue exhaust spraying out, it kept Kyle hovering in midair.

"Venom?" Kyle called out. With a flick of his hand, he turned the falling mass of black liquid—Venom’s main body—back into a card and returned it to Card Space.

"Master, sonic detection has found Guard Ships surrounding this area," Visi reported.

"Then let’s reveal our final trump card." Kyle’s eyes dimmed as he weakly looked at Kratos, who was unconscious and suspended in midair by the tendrils. Gritting his teeth, he said, "No matter what, we have to get this God Race member out of here safely!"

Meanwhile, in the rooftop room at the top of the Interstellar Arena.

Still shaken, the Grandmaster kicked apart a black tendril close to him. His face darkened as he remained silent. Those familiar with him knew very well that he was in a towering rage.

Carnage sensed an opportunity and stepped forward, saying in a low voice, "Grandmaster, that man is unlike the other challengers. He is far too difficult to control by ordinary means. If we keep him around, he will become Sakaar’s disaster sooner or later. I suggest we take this chance to make sure he falls in the Duel Arena forever!"

"Good. You will lead this operation. You may freely mobilize every guard on the planet." The Grandmaster nodded without hesitation, narrowing his eyes. "But I have one request: save ‘Demon King’ Kratos."

"Yes!" Ecstasy appeared on Carnage’s face. He glanced once at the chaotic Duel Arena, then decisively turned and walked out. Entering the elevator, he pulled out a communicator and commanded, "All Guard Ships around the arena, seal it off! Send several combat ships inside and use laser cannons to kill the challenger Tyrant! Even if you have to flatten the Duel Arena, do it!"

Carnage did not mention a single word to the guards about preserving Kratos. To him, anything that obstructed the killing of Kyle and Venom was a burden and deadweight.

Kyle had to die!

The scene returned to the Interstellar Arena.

Due to the terrifying devastation of Myriad Tendrils, the spectator stands had fallen into complete chaos. The noise was deafening as countless alien spectators fled in panic.

The arena was like an enormous beehive, utterly thrown into turmoil by that final blow!

Amid the field of tangled, upright tendrils, Kyle relied on Visi’s help to yank Kratos’s body down from the tendrils and laboriously haul him over his shoulder.

Just as he finished, the hum of several spacecraft engines came from the open night sky above his head.

Then blazing, dazzling laser cannon fire crashed down, striking the black pillars formed by the remaining tendrils.

‘Boom! Boom! Boom!’

The pillars exploded, and shockwaves swept outward as countless fragments resembling black glass rained down from above!

At the sight, the alien spectators became even more terrified. They desperately rushed toward the exits, and crowds piled up into walls of bodies at multiple doors.

"Visi, if we don’t hurry, we really will be trapped here for good!" Kyle urged in a low voice. Carrying Kratos’s deadweight body, he used the rocket pack to weave beneath the tendrils, using them as cover against the laser cannons firing downward.

But under the spacecrafts’ relentless bombardment, the forest of tendrils was being blasted flat and rapidly diminished at a visible rate. Soon, there would be nowhere left to hide…

"They’re here!" Visi suddenly warned.

As if confirming its words, a fighter jet moving at extreme speed like a streak of light barged into the Interstellar Arena. Its laser cannons adjusted and fired twice at the two Guard Ships attacking Kyle!

‘Bang!’

The two ships were destroyed on the spot, trailing flames and thick black smoke as they crashed into the Duel Arena. The secondary explosions from their hulls turned the vast arena into a sea of fire.

‘Whoosh!’

Propelled by the rocket pack, Kyle carried Kratos and shot rapidly upward from the flames. The fighter jet immediately opened its hatch to receive them. Once they entered the cabin, its rear engines roared before the hatch had even closed, accelerating as it sped away from the Interstellar Arena!

"Damn it!" Carnage had just stepped out of the elevator when he looked up and saw this. His expression changed drastically, and he howled into his communicator, "They’re escaping by fighter jet! All Guard Ships, pursue them! Do not hold back—shoot down both the people and the jet!"

"Understood!"

Countless Guard Ships standing by near the arena started their engines and accelerated after receiving the order, pursuing Kyle’s fighter jet.

Inside the high-speed Eagle Fighter Jet.

Kyle casually threw the heavily wounded, unconscious Kratos onto the cabin floor, then collapsed beside him onto the metal flooring, gasping heavily in exhaustion. Taking advantage of his weakened state, Gene Disease was forcibly stripping away the abilities of his Super Soldier physique.

Visi swiftly transformed into its robotic form, jumped into the pilot’s seat, and inserted both hands into the ports on the fighter’s controls. It completely linked itself with the fighter’s systems, gaining perfect control over every aspect of the jet.

Visi reported, "Master, nearly thirty ships are pursuing us from behind. Should we counterattack, or which direction should we flee?"

"Don’t bother with them. There are too many enemy ships. Once we get drawn into a firefight, we won’t be able to escape."

Kyle gasped rapidly, relying on his willpower to keep himself from falling unconscious as he supported himself with both hands and struggled to rise.

"Circle around them and buy me as much time as possible!"

With a thought, Kratos’s Ability Cards appeared before him, shining brilliantly.

Without even glancing at the other Ability Cards, Kyle’s gaze fell directly upon the rare purple Ability Card—God Race Gene.

He was going to become a god!

Kratos had not appeared in the Marvel films, but he existed in many derivative games and comics. He was not a god from Norse Mythology and seemed to be Thor’s enemy.

In this book’s setting, Kratos’s strength was equivalent to an unawakened Thor without his divine hammer, second only to Hulk.