Thor had completely broken down!
Utterly and thoroughly broken down!
Ever since Odin had bestowed Mjolnir upon him, he and this hammer had fought side by side for over a thousand years! An entire millennium of day-and-night companionship meant Mjolnir was long past being a simple weapon to Thor.
In his heart, Mjolnir's status was practically identical to that of a lover.
But now, his "lover" was in someone else's hands. Furthermore, the power it unleashed under that person's control was entirely identical to his own!
Who on earth could stomach that?!
The exact instant he locked eyes with Peter, his brain could practically auto-fill Peter's "inner thoughts":
Your hammer... feels quite exquisite~!
"No~~!!!!"
Thor couldn't resist roaring toward the sky, subsequently rushing toward Peter regardless of the consequences:
"It's mine! You damned thief, lay down Mjolnir this instant!"
"Give it back to me! Otherwise, once I return to Asgard, I shall immediately dispatch armies in the name of the God of Thunder to trample Midgard flat!"
Listening to Thor's broken-down roaring, Peter couldn't help but display a smile that was entirely within expectations. He knew Thor would say something like that again. Wait... why did he say "again"?
While Peter was thinking this in his heart, Thor had already rushed right up into his face. Although his divine power had already been stripped away by Odin, his raw physical conditioning and combat techniques were still nothing to scoff at. Those well-trained agents were practically not even a single match for him.
Seeing him rampaging through the crowd, Natasha and Hawkeye subconsciously wanted to strike. However, they were stopped by Peter with a single glance.
Peter allowed Thor to rush straight up to him. Toying with Mjolnir, he looked down at Thor from a superior height and asked:
"You say it belongs to you? How can you prove it?"
"You lay down Mjolnir right now, and I can use it to blow your head to pieces!" Thor bellowed savagely.
"Hou~" Peter raised his eyebrows, subsequently releasing his grip, letting Mjolnir instantly slip from his hand and fall to the ground.
Seeing this, Thor was overjoyed. He subconsciously raised a hand to summon it:
"Come to me, old friend!"
Dong~
Mjolnir smashed a massive crater right beside Peter's feet, completely ignoring Thor who stood not far away.
It was as if a flock of crows flew across the sky. The surrounding crowd's expression of holding back their laughter clearly stung the proud Thor, but at this moment, he couldn't be bothered to argue with these people.
He squatted down, grabbing Mjolnir with both hands and applying all sorts of strength, yet Mjolnir remained completely motionless.
"If I may speak bluntly, Mr. God of Thunder," Phil on the side couldn't resist driving the knife deeper, "your performance hasn't been much better than mine."
"Bastard!" Thor was completely unable to accept this reality for a moment. He thus unleashed another roar at Peter:
"You fellow must have done something to tamper with it!"
As he spoke, he raised a fist and swung it straight toward Peter. His thoughts were incredibly straightforward: perhaps he only needed to defeat this Midgardian before him, and Mjolnir would recognize him once more.
Only... before his fist could even touch Peter, a single finger had already appeared squarely at the center of his brow.
This naturally wasn't the Hell Stab: One-Finger Nukite. Peter had merely lightly gifted him a flick to the forehead.
Although this forehead flick utilized less than one-thousandth of his strength, under the All-Father Mode where the two divine races perfectly fused, the power was still terrifying to an exaggerated degree.
A seemingly light forehead flick directly sent Thor's seemingly robust body flying backward out of control for several meters.
Bang~!
Thor fell heavily onto the sandy ground like a broken sack, kicking up a massive cloud of dust. His entire person curled into a ball from the drilling pain, his brain buzzing non-stop and golden stars spinning before his eyes. He struggled several times but failed to climb up from the ground.
"Wow~ what a weak god." Peter withdrew his finger, delivering one final soul-crushing blow.
Puchi~
Natasha couldn't resist letting out a laugh. Those agents who had previously been knocked down by Thor revealed deeply satisfied expressions.
These laughs stung the stubborn, donkey-like Thor even more acutely. He had originally felt somewhat despondent because Mjolnir didn't recognize him, but the ridicule from the surrounding crowd caused an endless rage to well up in his heart.
He struggled to climb up from the ground:
"It's not over yet, mortal!"
In this split second, faint streaks of electricity genuinely seemed to be flickering across his body. This actually gave the surrounding agents quite a fright.
Until...
Zizizi~
Natasha appeared behind him at some unknown point, the Widow's Bite on her wrist quietly landing on the back of his neck. The high-frequency pulsed current knocked Thor out cold on the spot. When he collapsed to the ground, he was still twitching non-stop like a salted fish...
"All done~"
Retracting the Widow's Bite, Black Widow looked toward Peter and asked:
"How do we handle this fellow?"
"Lock him up for now, along with that little girl over there." Peter gestured with his chin toward Jane Foster, who was looking at the situation sideways.
He thought to himself: With this arrangement, that fellow Loki should be running down here to let me reap some premium benefits...
What Peter didn't know was that, in reality, everything he had done just now was being witnessed clearly by Loki, who had recently become the temporary king.
Loki originally merely wanted to watch the despondent, broken-down look of Thor when he couldn't lift Mjolnir. He never expected to see a scene like this. It nearly caused his jaw to drop in shock.
Then, once he snapped back to his senses, his body couldn't resist trembling. Within those emerald-green eyes, an intense longing surfaced.
"That Midgardian... is highly unusual."
That fellow's posture of being bathed in holy light, along with those golden inscriptions across his body, made him look significantly more like Odin's child than Thor.
If he didn't know perfectly well that Odin didn't harbor the bad habit of spreading his seed across the Nine Realms like Zeus next door, he would have almost thought that fellow was Odin's illegitimate child on Midgard!
"This power must be related to Asgard. If a Midgardian can master this strength, then why can't I?"
At this thought, Loki's heart couldn't resist pounding violently. The reason he was so obsessed with the throne wasn't that he greedily coveted power so much. Rather, it was because he felt that since childhood, he had always been the unloved existence.
Particularly after discovering his Frost Giant bloodline, he self-righteously believed he had uncovered the "truth." The reason Odin didn't cherish him and biasedly passed the throne to Thor—all of it was because the blood flowing within his body wasn't Asgardian!
Only Thor was his true child, while he was merely a trophy of war—a tool utilized to let Jotunheim and Asgard coexist in peace!
Originally, Loki believed he could never alter his bloodline in this lifetime. But now, Peter's appearance allowed him to see a new glimmer of hope.
Kill Thor, and then acquire the genuine Asgardian power from that Midgardian's body...
By doing so, he would become the sole legitimate successor! When that time came, he would love to see what reason Odin would have left to refuse him governing Asgard once he awakened from the Odinsleep!
This thought acted exactly like a poison, instantly corroding Loki's sanity. Tightening his grip on Gungnir, he immediately marched out of the palace with large strides.
He wanted to descend to the lower realm right this instant. He wanted to obtain the secret resting within that Midgardian immediately!
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