N-M Chapter 107 Thor's Hammer? Here you go! It's quite handy!
Chapter 107 Thor's Hammer? Here you go! It's quite handy!
Lin Fan casually extended his hand.
A sudden, intense sense of absurdity welled up in Saul's heart.
What is it that he wants to take over?
That's Mjolnir!
It is an unparalleled artifact forged by the most skilled dwarven craftsmen from the core of a dying star, using the combined power of the entire Asgardian realm by Odin, the king of gods!
It embodies the royal power of Asgard, is the embodiment of thunder, and is the monarch of storms!
Most importantly, Odin, the father god, cast one of the most powerful spells in the Nine Realms upon it.
"Whoever wields this hammer, if of noble character, will gain the power of Thor!"
This incantation is not authorized.
It is an insurmountable threshold set up by the God-King.
It never tests brute force, but rather "qualification".
A unique "qualification" recognized by the God-King and by the artifact itself.
For countless years, countless heroes, gods, and behemoths have tried to lift it up to prove themselves.
However, without exception, they all failed.
Even Loki, the god of mischief, couldn't make it budge an inch.
In Thor's heart, Mjolnir is his pride and symbol as the God of Thunder, and the fundamental difference between him and the beings of the Nine Realms.
"Mr. Lin Fan, before you try it, I must remind you."
Thor's face once again revealed the pride befitting an Asgardian prince.
"This is no ordinary thing; it possesses its own will. Only those who are recognized by it, those who are 'qualified,' can lift it."
He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "qualified".
The subtext is crystal clear: You're strong, I admit that. But if you want to pick up my hammer, brute force won't work.
"Oh, really?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, his face still displaying that infuriating calm.
"There are quite a few rules."
He seemed to completely disregard Saul's earnest reminder.
Li Zhenguo, standing to the side, held his breath, his eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
The description of this artifact in the S.H.I.E.L.D. files is almost entirely filled with praise.
He also wanted to know how Mr. Lin, whom even his own superior found unfathomable, would react to this legendary artifact.
Meanwhile, Loki's lips began to curl into a slight, uncontrollable smile.
He knew Mjolnir's bad temper all too well.
It was a smelly, hard lump of iron that wouldn't give face to anyone except Thor, that muscle-bound idiot.
He even started to look forward to it.
I'm looking forward to seeing Lin Fan's frustrated expression when he faces that hammer.
You dared to steal my scepter! You dared to punish me by making me sweep the floor! Now, it's time for you to taste the bitterness of being humiliated in front of an Asgardian artifact!
Loki thought viciously to himself, a vengeful glint in his eyes.
Feeling the various gazes from the crowd, Thor's confidence as the God of Thunder returned completely.
He took two steps back and gently placed the hammer, disguised as a black umbrella, on the bluestone slab in the courtyard.
"Buzz—"
The runes dissipated.
The black umbrella transformed back into the silver-gray warhammer, brimming with primal power.
A heavy, majestic aura, like the gaze of a god, instantly spread out, making the surrounding air heavy and viscous.
"Please, Mr. Lin Fan."
Thor made a "please" gesture, crossed his arms, and looked ready to watch the show.
He has already made up his mind.
When the other party exerts all their strength but the hammer remains unmoved, he can then speak logically: See, you are not "qualified," so release my brother and let this matter drop.
The script is perfect.
However, the script completely spiraled out of control in its very first act.
Lin Fan walked leisurely to Mjolnir.
There was no horse stance.
He didn't take a deep breath.
There was no energy stored up to mobilize the strength of the whole body.
He simply bent down casually, extended his right hand, and grasped the hammer handle.
The movement was as natural as picking up a discarded beer bottle from the roadside.
In an instant, all the sounds in the alley disappeared.
Thor's smile was about to fully bloom.
The schadenfreude in Loki's eyes had reached its peak.
Li Zhenguo's heart was pounding in his throat.
then……
That was the end of it.
There was no lightning or thunder, no divine light, and no unusual phenomena.
Lin Fan simply lifted his wrist slightly.
That hammer, as heavy as a mountain, which even the Hulk couldn't budge an inch with all his might.
He lifted it off the ground so casually.
carry……
Are you up?
Thor's smile froze and shattered instantly.
The pleasure in Loki's eyes instantly turned into incomprehensible horror.
Li Zhenguo opened his mouth wide, his jaw almost dislocated.
Lin Fan picked up the hammer and casually weighed it in his hand.
"Hmm, the weight is alright, it's a bit heavier than Loki's fire poker."
He then waved his arms in the air twice, like a circus act, creating a barely noticeable gust of wind.
"The feel is so-so, but the grip design is too rough. I'll have Ares and the others figure out a way to cover it with leather, otherwise it'll rub against my hands a bit."
His tone was like that of an experienced carpenter critiquing his apprentice's first piece of work.
It was full of self-righteous nitpicking.
After saying that, he seemed to still not be satisfied, and like Thor, he casually tossed the hammer into the air.
The hammer traced a familiar arc in the air.
The next second, Lin Fan reached out his hand.
Catch it steadily.
The whole process was smooth and effortless.
It was as if this hammer had belonged to him from the day it was made.
"..."
"..."
"..."
The entire alley fell into a deathly silence.
No, it's more terrifying than deathly silence.
It is a void-like emptiness that arises after a belief collapses.
Thor's eyes widened, bloodshot veins spreading wildly from the corners of his eyes, fixed intently on the hammer in Lin Fan's hand.
His mind was blank.
impossible……
That's absolutely impossible!
That's Mjolnir!
That's Thor's hammer, which only "qualified" people can lift!
Why?
Why was he able to lift it?
Why was it so easy for him to lift it, compared to when he picked up a glass of beer?!
What about the incantation that says, "Whoever wields this hammer, if of noble character, will obtain the power of Thor"?
What about the strongest magic in the Nine Realms cast by the Father God?
It's broken?
Or……
Thor felt his entire worldview, along with his pride as the God of Thunder and all his glory, shattered in this moment by this seemingly casual scene.
It shattered more thoroughly than granite struck by a hammer.
His pride and his unique identity became a huge joke in front of this Eastern man.
It wasn't just him.
Loki, standing beside him, wore an expression that defied description; his handsome face was filled with shock.
That was like seeing a ghost.
He was more eager to lift the hammer than Thor, and he had tried countless times to prove that he was better than Thor.
But now...
The man who brought him in as a cleaner succeeded.
Loki felt his divine life being crushed again, once again, after the gems were pried out of him last time. This person pressed him to the ground and ground him repeatedly with the hammer he knew best.
This world...
That's so un-magical!