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Chapter 95: Thor: Why Is There a Profession of Magician?
🕑 Added 2025-03-14 18:46:15 +0000 UTC"That's what you said..."
Seeing Thor's confidence, Aaron didn’t waste time with words. With a swift wave of his hand, a crimson chain formed, the crimson energy crackling as it took shape.
But unlike the version used by the Ancient One, Aaron didn’t negotiate with Cyttorak. Instead, he used his own magical power to manifest it.
As a result, the crimson chain appeared golden in color, looking more like a typical magic spell.
But in reality, the upgraded crimson chain, now at LV5, was no less powerful than the original.
Combined with Aaron’s vast magical reserves, this technique had become a formidable tool for restraining enemies.
Thor, unprepared, found his arms bound in an instant by the crimson chains.
He had been planning to break free and smash it with Mjolnir, but it quickly became apparent that the chains were far stronger than he had anticipated.
Before he could think of a counter, Aaron used his Icon form to duplicate dozens of energy copies in a heartbeat.
The crimson chains were unleashed from every direction, wrapping around Thor!
This magic, capable of restraining even someone as powerful as Doctor Strange, left Thor with no chance of escape.
"This is that magic?" Odin murmured, instinctively reaching for the Gun of Eternity. The magic reminded him of the evil god magic from Kamar-Taj, but there were noticeable differences. The opponent's magic was red, but Aaron’s was gold, and there was no trace of malevolent energy.
Odin quickly relaxed his grip on the gun. He knew from Aaron's immense magical prowess that Thor was in for a tough time.
With the crimson chains, there was no way for Thor to break free unless he had a significantly more powerful force to pull him out of the trap.
And with Aaron’s dozens of duplications in place, there was no chance of Thor overcoming it through sheer strength.
Realizing this, Thor struggled against the chains with all his might, trying to throw Aaron off.
But each duplication was as strong as Aaron himself. Even if one or two copies couldn’t match Thor’s strength, the sheer number of them was enough to make even Thanos rethink his approach.
Despite his best efforts, Thor couldn’t escape. The magic chain was too powerful.
Aaron, however, continued to prepare more spells. "Wait! Can we talk again? I wasn’t ready yet!" Thor shouted, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Aaron didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, he began summoning a bolt of Bossat's thunder.
Purple lightning crackled and expanded, rapidly multiplying into a dense web of energy. With a piercing crack, it slammed into Thor’s body.
The impact sent Thor flying, but the chains immediately pulled him back, keeping him in place.
"Hahaha! Aaron, your attacks won't work on me! I'm Thor!" Thor boasted, though his body was singed and a bit battered.
Aaron wasn’t surprised. He had suspected Thor was resistant to thunderstorms, though it seemed there were limits to his immunity.
After all, Thor wasn’t the embodiment of lightning itself.
"Do what you can! I'm not afraid of you!" Thor continued, trying to maintain his bravado. He couldn’t break free from the chains, but at least he had the ability to block Aaron’s attacks.
Aaron, seeing this, simply shook his head and walked towards Thor without releasing his magic.
"Oh? You’re not afraid to keep going? Fine then. Come at me!"
Thor, clearly not understanding the severity of the situation, tried again.
"What do you want from me?" Thor demanded.
Aaron raised an eyebrow. "You’ve lost," he said simply, pointing his spear at Thor.
Sif and the others exchanged looks of disbelief.
Thor had been so easily subdued—without a grand battle or flashy magic tricks. It had all happened so quickly.
Even Odin, though aware of Aaron’s superiority, hadn’t expected Thor to be so quickly defeated.
"Thor… You should’ve done better," Odin sighed, shaking his head in resignation.
Thor, still stunned by the defeat, could hardly find the words to respond. "What just happened?" he muttered.
"Hey, you’re a magician, right? What’s with this trickery?" Thor asked, somewhat frustrated. "Where’s your magic?"
Aaron rolled his eyes. "You think that’s necessary?"
In truth, Aaron had used only three simple spells from Kamar-Taj and combined them with his spear to defeat Thor. It wasn’t that Thor was weak—it was that Aaron was incredibly strong.
Even Doctor Strange, during the Avengers' later years, wouldn’t have been able to compare to Aaron in his magical abilities.
Thor’s pride was his weakness. Had he been more cautious and focused, he might have avoided falling into Aaron’s trap.
Aaron didn’t need to use any other magic. This wasn’t a battle to the death.
But if Aaron were to unleash more lethal magic, it would have been far worse for Thor.
Thor’s resistance to energy was impressive, but he wasn’t completely immune to magic. Aaron had more than enough magic reserves to overpower him if necessary.
Thor, though, still didn’t fully grasp the situation. He had been defeated too quickly, and he had no idea how to respond.
"Actually," he muttered, "Maybe we can try other strategies. I think this chain is better suited for non-direct combat."
"Thor!" Aaron snapped, changing his tone. "This isn’t a game. When you fight, you must treat it as a serious battle. Do you think your opponent will be as merciful as I am?"
"If you approach a fight with this attitude, you’ll only bring yourself to defeat!"
"You’re a god, but that doesn’t mean you’re invincible!"
Thor opened his mouth to argue but found no words. He had underestimated Aaron, treating him like an ordinary magician. Now, with the fight over, it was clear Aaron had the upper hand.
Despite his victories over lesser opponents, Thor had let his pride blind him.
Aaron, however, had been calm and calculating throughout the fight.
"You didn’t take me seriously," Aaron continued. "That’s the mistake you made."
Thor clenched his fists, biting back his pride. "Alright, I get it. I won’t make that mistake again."
Aaron stepped back, letting the situation settle.
Thor, finally understanding the gravity of the lesson, said, "Let’s go again."
Aaron smiled, acknowledging the challenge, and with a snap of his fingers, he released the chains and readied himself for whatever came next.
And so, the battle continued, though Thor was no longer the brash, overconfident god he once was.
The world wasn’t just about power—it was about wisdom, experience, and knowing when to fight and when to learn.
Thor had learned that lesson the hard way.
