"I wasn't planning to," Clark said, rolling his wrists,
"but after watching you just now, I suddenly got interested."
Lucas was actually looking forward to this.
Based on his judgment, Clark had a very high chance of being able to lift the hammer.
In terms of character alone—across the entire Marvel world, including Captain America—who could really compare to Clark Kent, the so-called moral paragon of DC?
If Captain America could lift it, then Clark almost certainly could.
As for the runes and enchantments Odin placed on Mjolnir, Lucas felt they were more for show than anything else.
Those spells might restrict ordinary beings, but if Lucas truly wanted to take the hammer, he could simply drag it into outer space and forcibly break the seals.
Besides, in the original Marvel–DC crossover comics, Clark had wielded Mjolnir before.
"If you can't lift it, don't force it," Lucas reminded him.
"I'm just trying," Clark replied with a gentle smile.
Thor, on the other hand, was visibly tense.
At this moment, he felt like a character in some tragic action film—tied up, helplessly watching others one by one test what was supposed to be his. And the worst part was that he could do absolutely nothing about it.
Out of respect, Clark gripped the hammer with both hands.
For the first time outside of battle—and aside from standing before his father—Thor felt his heart racing, his mouth going dry.
'Don't lift it. Don't lift it. Don't lift it…'
He silently chanted in his mind.
He was genuinely afraid.
"I'm starting," Clark said seriously.
The next second, a strange expression crossed his face, and he let go.
"You couldn't lift it?" Lucas asked, surprised.
Thor instantly relaxed, letting out a silent sigh of relief.
But Clark's next words snapped his nerves tight again.
"No… it just feels weird."
Scratching his head, Clark studied Mjolnir again—then reached out and grasped the handle.
This time, with one hand.
Clack!
Mjolnir lifted effortlessly into the air.
Clark even casually spun it twice, like a performance trick.
"Lucas," he said, raising an eyebrow,
"you weren't joking earlier, were you? In my hand, it feels just like a normal wrench."
"No—no—NO!"
Thor dropped to his knees in disbelief.
"Ah—sorry," Clark said awkwardly.
"I was really just trying it out."
Seeing Thor like this, Clark hurried over and gently placed the hammer back in front of him.
The scene looked exactly like some blond pretty boy saying:
"Oops, sorry, I was just testing it. Didn't expect your girl to throw herself at me."
"AAAAHHHH!! Father! What do you want me to do?!"
Thor threw his head back and roared at the sky.
Clark looked genuinely uncomfortable. "If I'd known, I wouldn't have tried…"
Suddenly, a beam of seven-colored rainbow light slammed into the ground.
Four figures stepped out.
"Volstagg! Hogun! Fandral! Sif!"
Thor finally snapped out of his shock.
"You're here—why?"
Volstagg quickly explained everything that had happened in Asgard.
Thor's face darkened.
If before he had only suspected it, now everything was confirmed.
His fury completely drowned out his earlier humiliation.
"But my power hasn't returned yet," he said grimly. "I—"
Before he could finish, Lucas and Clark vanished at the same time.
BOOM!
A figure was sent flying, crashing to the ground dozens of meters away.
"Loki?"
Thor sensed the familiar presence and looked up in disbelief.
"My foolish brother," Loki said mockingly as he stood, clad in black and green robes.
"You couldn't even keep Mjolnir from being taken?"
"You deceived me! You harmed Father!"
Thor finally found an outlet for his rage.
"You are Father's child—my brother! Why would you do something so foolish?!"
Loki burst into laughter.
"I am not Odin's son. Nor am I your brother.
I am the son of frost—the rightful king of Jotunheim!"
"You bastard!"
Thor charged forward in fury, forgetting entirely that he no longer possessed divine power.
As expected, he was blasted back instantly.
"Need help?" Tony asked.
"No! This is family business!" Thor shouted as he staggered up and rushed again.
Tony looked at Lucas and shrugged.
Moments later, Thor was sent flying back once more.
Volstagg and the others could only sigh helplessly.
They couldn't interfere in a royal Asgardian dispute.
After several rounds, Tony tried again.
"Still no?"
Thor rubbed his head. "Yeah… I think I do need your help."
With a sharp whoosh, Clark appeared directly in front of Loki and threw a punch.
But his fist passed straight through—like striking empty air.
"People of Midgard," Loki's voice boomed,
"You have offended the new king of Asgard.
I now pronounce judgment upon you!"
As his words faded, Loki's body dissolved into thin air.
"MOVE!" Clark shouted.
At the same moment, Lucas grabbed Thor and leapt aside as a massive beam of rainbow light slammed down from the sky.
BOOM!
When the light faded, a towering silver figure—over three meters tall—stood before them.
"The Destroyer…" Thor roared toward the Sky.
"Loki! Do you know what you're doing?!"
"To punish you," Loki's voice echoed,
"and to punish this world!"
The Destroyer's head ignited with crimson light.
Two devastating beams erupted outward.
"Dodge!"
Volstagg and the others scattered as the blast carved two massive craters where they had been standing.
They knew the Destroyer's terror all too well.
Forged by the dwarven masters from uru metal, infused with the combined secrets of the Aesir and Vanir, it had accompanied Odin through countless wars.
Its name was feared throughout Asgard.
"I'll handle this," Clark said, stepping forward.
"That's one of my father's strongest weapons!" Thor shouted urgently.
"You're no match for it—don't throw your life away!"
Clark smiled gently.
"I can't just let it rampage freely. Besides… who's to say I won't win?."
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