Thor the Thunder God paid no mind to the teasing about Hammer Bro and his sister complex. All he cared about was: what happened next? What happened next?
He wasn't disappointed. Soon, a new video appeared beneath the diary.
Hammer Bro's plight is truly tragic. He was almost broken by the words. You can see he's about to shatter, but for the sake of vengeance, he's truly risking his life. Without Stormbreaker, he stood no chance against Thanos.
Thor eagerly opened the video. It showed the Guardians of the Galaxy singing as they rushed to the rescue, responding to the distress call from Asgard's refugee ship.
When they arrived, the scene was a desolate wasteland. Floating corpses littered the ground, a horrific sight that left everyone stunned.
Watching from outside the video, Thor's teeth gnashed in fury, his eyes turning crimson as he witnessed the slaughter of his people.
Moments later, he saw himself being rescued and brought aboard the Guardians' ship.
The scene shifted to the ship's interior, where the Guardians were casually chatting. Thor had already been saved.
With one eye blind, short hair, and being in space, everything was clear: he must have survived Thanos's destruction of the Asgardian refugee ship and been rescued by the Guardians of the Galaxy.
"Guardians of the Galaxy," Thor muttered to himself.
He recalled his father Odin's analysis: after the refugee ship was destroyed, the Guardians had saved him. Now it seemed that was indeed the case.
"This world is truly bizarre," Hawkeye Barton couldn't help but complain. "If I hadn't seen so much of this, I'd be stunned! Talking trees, talking raccoons... it's completely absurd! Darwin's coffin lid can't hold him down anymore!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
At that moment, Thor in the video claimed he could speak Groot. This immediately drew everyone's attention. They all turned to him and asked, "You can really speak this... Groot language?"
"Yes, I studied it in Asgard. It was an elective, I guess," Thor casually revealed Asgard's profound depth.
"My God, a talking tree? And it even has its own language? This world is insane!" Tony Stark continued to rant. "You Asgardians must be incredibly bored to take such a pointless elective. And the entire language consists of just one phrase: 'I am Groot'? I mean, how do you even distinguish different meanings from that one sentence?"
"It's hard to explain... you just... understand it," Thor replied, at a loss for words. "It's not like you can tell the difference by looking, but they're actually different."
"I am Groot!" the little tree-like creature said.
"We're almost there. You'll see!" Thor said. "The furnaces of Nidavellir are powered by the immense force of a neutron star. Mjolnir was forged there. That furnace is incredible!"
The mere thought of Mjolnir brought an expression of profound sorrow to Thor's face. The hammer had been crushed to pieces by someone's bare hands. Mjolnir had been the sole pillar of support throughout the first half of his life. Now that it was shattered, it felt as if his pride had been crushed along with it. He had nothing left to be proud of.
It was like Sun Wukong losing his staff—he'd be left there, teary-eyed and helpless, the old monkey without his staff.
A heavy silence filled the spaceship. Rocket Raccoon glanced at Thor and said, "Alright, time to play the sympathetic team leader! Your brother's dead, huh? Must be rough!"
Thor feigned nonchalance. "He's died before. But this time feels different. I think he might actually be gone for good."
"You also mentioned your sister and your dad..." Rocket Raccoon tried to bring up other relatives, hoping to cheer him up.
"They're all dead!" Thor said flatly.
"But your mom's still alive, right?" Rocket Raccoon tried again.
"Killed by a Dark Elf!" Thor replied.
"What about your best bro?" Rocket Raccoon asked.
"He was impaled through the heart!" Thor replied.
These words didn't break Thor, but they shattered Rocket Raccoon. How could he even continue this conversation? What a miserable guy.
Parents, siblings, friends—all dead, each death more brutal than the last!
Even Rocket Raccoon, who had been mutated, lost his best friend, and was now being hunted, felt his own suffering pale in comparison to Thor's.
Misery, it turned out, was all relative.
At that moment, everyone understood what Lin Feng had just written in his diary. Thor looked like he was about to shatter.
That sense of brokenness was almost palpable to everyone present.
Rocket Raccoon could only ask helplessly, "Are you sure you're in any state to continue this mission?"
"I must be!" Thor forced a smile. "My burning rage, my thirst for vengeance, the pain of losing loved ones, my regret—all of it has become my immense motivation!"
"All of this only makes me more determined. I have no regrets!"
Thor, the Thunder God, spoke each word deliberately, letting the silence speak volumes.
Everyone could sense the fury in his heart, his desperation, and the fact that he had nothing left to lose.
Those watching beyond the screen felt it even more deeply. They had known Thor for years, and in their minds, he was the epitome of a steel-blooded warrior—the kind of man who bled but never shed tears. Yet now, he was so broken.
Hatred and vengeance were the only things sustaining him.
Even the mighty Thor had been tormented to this extent by the twists of fate. His father, mother, brother, sister—and Asgard itself, the people his father had entrusted to him—all were lost on this day.
In this state, he was truly on the verge of shattering.
Rocket Raccoon said, "Yeah, okay, but I'm just saying, Thanos is the toughest to deal with."
"That's because he's never fought me!" Thor retorted bitterly.
Rocket Raccoon immediately called him out. "He already fought!"
Everyone knew that Thor had just been utterly defeated, his entire team wiped out and his brother dead.
This Thor, living within the sacred timeline, had no concept of Celestial-tier power or the vast gap between himself and such beings. Fearless, he only craved vengeance.
Otherwise, he might have collapsed right then and there.
"But this time is different!" Thor was nearly in tears. He forced himself to rally, saying, "Don't forget, I'm about to get a new hammer!"
"Alright, that hammer must be one hell of a weapon!" Rocket Raccoon said.
Thor managed a wry smile, the only way he could mask the wounds in his heart.
"Look, I've lived this long! I've killed twice as many enemies as you can count! Every single one wanted me dead, but none have succeeded yet!" Thor's eyes welled with tears, yet his voice remained resolute as he tried to bolster himself.
"Because this is my destiny," Thor growled through gritted teeth. "Another Thanos would just be another defeated foe. They'll all witness my wrath sooner or later! And *this* is my true destiny!"
Rocket Raccoon nodded. "But what if you can't do it?"
"If I can't..." Thor's voice cracked with emotion. At this point, he had nothing left to lose. "I have nothing left anyway."
Everyone could feel his despair. He had truly lost everything, absolutely everything.
And every single loss had happened before his eyes.
His father, mother, brother, even his sister, and everything he cherished—Asgard, its people—all died before him, collapsing into ruin.
Any ordinary person would have their mind shattered by even one of these tragedies. Yet he had endured them all.
Thor clenched his fists, veins bulging. This time, he said nothing, but his resolve hardened. He would never let such horrors unfold before him again.
He couldn't prevent his father's death—that was simply the natural course of life, the fading of vitality. But everything else, he would absolutely prevent.
That future was too suffocating to even contemplate without gasping for breath, and the thought of their future selves having to face it with a smile was simply cruel.
The others also grew serious. If they couldn't stop Thanos, Thor's fate on the Sacred Timeline might well become their own. There would be no difference.
In the vision, Rocket Raccoon had already handed over the eye he'd stolen from his crotch to Thor. What they saw next shocked them: Nidavellir, a planet that should have been bustling with activity, was now completely dark, devoid of even a glimmer of light.
"Something's wrong," Thor said, staring at the scene.
"The entire planet has been destroyed, and its rings are frozen solid!"
It was important to remember that Nidavellir wasn't an ordinary planet. The dwarves had completely transformed it into an industrialized world, working around the clock to forge weapons.
The dwarves toiled 24/7, crafting weapons for Asgard's warriors in exchange for Asgard's protection.
(End of Chapter)