Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Qualification
Back on the ground, Thor lowered Minerva into Nick Fury's custody. He left a bolt of lightning in Minerva's body, the effect similar to a tranquilizer gun, making it difficult for her to move for a short period of time.
Calculating the time, Ronan the Accuser was approaching. This battle was taking place in the air, and Thor, who could currently only rely on jumping, basically couldn't intervene. Besides, he wasn't planning to—Ronan was a coward and could run if needed.
More importantly, when Thor had just returned, he tried to summon Mjolnir and found that although it hadn't lost contact, it didn't return immediately. It seemed to be telling Thor to wait...
"Please enter the verification code to confirm whether Mjolnir is recalled... Please confirm again..."
Thor was a little puzzled, but he could sense Mjolnir's location, so he decided to check it out. As for Ronan, the coward, Thor would leave that to Carol.
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In a vast expanse of white snow, two groups were confronting each other.
One group consisted of fully armed adult men, while the other was a little girl who appeared to be only twelve or thirteen years old.
The little girl was scarred from years of hardship, but her eyes were indifferent, firm, and unyielding, showing no fear at all.
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I am an orphan.
For as long as I can remember, I've wandered alone, unaware of where I came from or who my parents were. In those years, I often searched through trash cans for food during the day, and at night, I fought with other beggars for a spot on a park bench.
Then one day, a middle-aged man in military uniform took me in. He brought me to a place where there was bread to eat, cotton clothes to wear, and no need to shiver at night in the cold. I met many other homeless kids like me, and for a while, I thought this place might be the legendary paradise.
Unfortunately, it wasn't.
Soon, terrifying instructors came to the base, teaching us how to fight, use weapons, and even firearms. Those who didn't learn well were locked in dark rooms and starved, while those who were unlucky were whipped.
I later discovered that some of my fellow trainees were never seen again. Maybe they were kicked out for being too stupid?
Thankfully, I was quick to learn, and I suffered fewer beatings.
A few years later, we were sent on missions. Sometimes we stole, sometimes we protected rich people, and sometimes we were ordered to kill.
As children, we were always underestimated.
I soon learned that our base had been illegal for years and was going underground the following year.
Some of my unlucky companions died during missions. The friends I trained with at the beginning are now few in number. Every time I hear that someone else has gone, I think—when will it be my turn? Maybe, next time?
I survived several close calls, but I thought about resisting... I also thought about escaping.
But I don't have the strength to resist, and I can't run away.
I know they spy on me every time I leave the base. They think I don't notice, but I've known for a long time.
Every girl who tried to escape met a tragic end. I can't forget their expressions of horror.
Soon, I'll be graduating, and I hear there's a terrifying ceremony at the end... Is this my fate? Perhaps dying in a mission is the best way out.
Will I just die like this?
No. There's no such thing as a set path. Anything can happen if you're alive. As long as I have one chance, I'll escape from this hellhole. Just one chance!
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A loud bang shook me out of my thoughts. A nearby building collapsed into ruins, and the sound of air defense sirens filled the air. A group of heavily armed soldiers approached.
Enemy attack? This organization is powerful and secretive, so this shouldn't be happening.
As I walked toward the explosion site, what caught my eye was... a hammer?
I stepped forward cautiously, inspecting the strange hammer's pattern. Then, taking a deep breath, I reached out and grabbed the handle of the hammer, lifting it up.
The moment I did, the air around me trembled, the sky darkened, and thunder and lightning flashed.