Leaving Sakaar

Having personally cleaned house, Kyle’s expression remained calm, though he could not help but sigh inwardly.

Carnage was a split-off entity born from Venom’s evil thoughts. Unlike Venom, it was not a creature originating from a card, so Carnage was not bound by the Creature Card rules.

If Carnage had chosen to hide and flee from the beginning instead of becoming his enemy, how would it have ended up like this today?

Kyle turned and returned to the fighter’s cockpit. Viss’s mechanical hands were still plugged into the controls. Looking through the fighter’s windshield, he could see that the sky seemed to have been torn open. Scarlet lightning flashed within the giant hole, while the opening spun and condensed into a raging storm that swept across the surrounding area.

The fighter was right at the center of that hole in the sky, amid the chaotic storm.

Knowing that Kyle had dealt with the trouble at the rear, Viss reported, "Master, it is obvious that the fighter can no longer break out of the wormhole’s range."

"Then accelerate into the Space-Time Wormhole. Our objective has already been achieved, and there is no point in staying on Sakaar any longer," Kyle said calmly, without the slightest attachment to Planet Sakaar.

There were still some items, such as the Sling Ring, Vibranium Bracer, and energy Dual Guns, that had not been recovered. The high-tech items he had commissioned Anli to purchase had not all arrived either.

But none of that mattered anymore. Nothing could compare to the gain of the God Race Gene.

"When I get the chance, I’ll come back and settle the score with the Grandmaster. It is also time to plan my return to Earth."

Kyle looked forward to it. He had not actually been on Sakaar for very long, and his farewell with the Karl family still felt like it had happened yesterday. Yet traveling in and out of the Space-Time Wormhole consumed a vast amount of time. If he returned to Earth smoothly, he truly had no idea how many long years might have passed.

But no matter how many years had passed, it did not matter. After all, the Karl family had the Infinite Equation, and he himself had become one of the gods. With the Add Life Card in hand, the passing of ten or a hundred years was truly of little consequence.

Sitting in the co-pilot’s seat, Kyle had just fastened his seatbelt when Viss reminded him, "Please sit tight," then took control of the fighter and aimed it at the center of the wormhole overhead. The rear engines roared as the fighter accelerated to its limit and shot forward.

Whoosh…

Fragments of alien debris continuously fell within the wormhole, striking the front of the fighter and causing its hull to tremble slightly.

"Without Earth’s exact coordinates, I can only pilot the fighter through flight jumps, ensuring that we pass through the unstable wormhole safely at maximum speed. By now, the energy fuel is nearly exhausted. I hope the random exit leads to a civilized planet."

The moment Viss relayed those words, Kyle’s heart skipped a beat, and an ominous feeling rose within him.

The fighter transformed into a streak of light at extreme speed and slammed into the dark crimson thunderstorm wormhole. A subtle sense of spatial distortion filled every corner of the cabin.

"It has begun!" Viss said quietly as the fighter suddenly shook violently.

Kyle looked through the windshield. Countless Star Domain planets blurred past in reverse, and the cosmic scenery twisted into utter chaos.

"Jump! Jump! Jump!"

The fighter continued making flight jumps until the fuel gauge rapidly dropped close to zero. It seemed to finally break free from the Space-Time Wormhole passage. The view ahead suddenly opened up, revealing a vast reddish-brown wilderness.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The fighter had already braked and decelerated in an emergency, but it still crashed uncontrollably into the wilderness at high speed. Like a bulldozer, it carved a fifty-meter furrow through the ground before finally slamming at an angle into a small rocky hill and coming to a stop.

"Viss, where are we?" Kyle rose from the co-pilot’s seat and scanned outside the windshield. What met his eyes was a desolate planetary landscape.

"This place is…" Viss withdrew its mechanical arms, glanced at the information on the projected screen, and answered, "It is a region of the universe not included in the database. It should be a planet between the human civilization Star Domain and an unknown mysterious region."

"What kind of explanation is that?" Kyle tugged helplessly at the corner of his mouth. Turning around, he saw a pair of eyes watching him from behind.

Neither spoke as their gazes met briefly.

"You’re awake?" Kyle smiled faintly as he looked at Kratos, who was half-reclining in his seat. After all, he was now the God of Fire himself. There was no reason for him to fear a severely injured and weakened God of War.

Viss, however, quickly jumped onto Kyle’s shoulder and hid behind the back of his head. Even as a Mechanical Life, the perilous battle in the Duel Arena had left its system program wary of Kratos.

"I never expected that I would ultimately lose to a human." Kratos forced a grin and looked calmly at Kyle. "Why not give me a quick death?"

"Because you were useful to me before. But whether you are useful now depends on your choice."

Kyle stepped forward, his golden eyes looking down at Kratos. In a cold and imposing voice, he said, "Submit or die! Those are your only two choices!"

As he spoke, faint golden Divine Flame rose from his body—the divine power of the God Race was its most obvious racial marker.

"You are a god too?!" Kratos was shocked. His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at Kyle, whose aura was completely different from before. He quickly shook his head. "No. Impossible. You definitely were not one of the God Race before."

"Forget it. Whether you are one of the God Race is no longer important."

Under Kyle’s subtle threat, Kratos grinned. Determination gathered in his eyes as he declared with unwavering dominance, "I am the God of War! Though I have long been defeated, my divine artifact destroyed, and old wounds torment me, I am still the brave and invincible God of War. How could I submit to another?!"

"Good. I already know your answer." Kyle nodded, with no intention of wasting time persuading him.

He had merely tried. He had never expected much from it in the first place.

Having a God of War as a subordinate would naturally have been wonderful. But if the God of War chose submission, would he still be the God of War?

"I will give you a quick death." Kyle calmly raised his left hand, pressing his index and middle fingers together. Golden Divine Flame blazed fiercely from them, and the temperature inside the fighter cabin instantly rose by dozens of degrees.

"Do it. Also, I know the planet you have arrived on, so there is no harm in telling you. This is the Ancient Battlefield of that old man Odin’s divine domain and powerful races."

After saying that, Kratos decisively closed his eyes and calmly awaited death.

His body had actually lost the strength of his prime long ago, even back in the Duel Arena. Like Kyle before, he had fallen into the fatal ailment of old war wounds.

The difference was that Kratos could only walk toward death at the end of the God of War’s road, while Kyle had found new life from the brink of death and advanced even further.

"I want to know who defeated you at the height of your power as the God of War, destroyed your divine artifact, and exiled you to Sakaar," Kyle asked.

"You only need to know one thing: when they appear before you, you will understand everything." Kratos did not open his eyes. After speaking vaguely, he fell silent, unwilling to say more.

"Then farewell, God of War."

Kyle murmured as his two fingers stabbed toward Kratos’s brow. The flame gathered at his fingertips surpassed the five-thousand-degree high temperature of the sun’s surface. Combined with strength a hundred times that of a human, it pierced through the divine body’s forehead and skull.

The flames gently ravaged and consumed within, preserving Kratos’s corpse while destroying everything inside his head.

Godslayer!

The cosmic arc had reached its middle-to-late stages. It would soon connect with Earth’s movie storyline, so please wait patiently.