Chapter 83: Other god candidate! Wukong
Thor snarled, slamming his phone into his pocket as the fading rays of the evening sun bathed the street in a fiery glow. His anger simmered, boiling over after another heated exchange with Loki. **Family? What a joke.** Loki had sided with his friends again, leaving Thor seething with frustration.
His thoughts were a whirlwind of anger as his feet carried him down the bustling street. Muttering under his breath, he veered into a narrow alley, seeking solitude to cool his head. The shadows stretched longer in the fading light, the walls narrowing around him like a vice. He reached an intersection and instinctively turned left, only to find himself facing a dead-end—a brick wall blocking his path.
"Of course," he muttered, his mood worsening. But as he turned to leave, a figure stood at the mouth of the alley, blocking his escape. Thor froze, his body tense.
