Thor missed Mjolnir more and more.
If the hammer were still in his hand, how could he possibly have suffered such humiliation?
Jane looked at the television, then at Luke. Although she didn't want to believe that he was the one in the news, she couldn't shake the feeling that the two were inevitably linked.
Otherwise, why would the thunderous figure formed from lightning look so much like Luke?
Erik frowned, wanting to speak, but before he could, Luke walked straight up to Thor. A hammer appeared in his hand out of thin air, and he set it on the table.
"Pick up the hammer and fight me. If you win, it's yours."
"Oh—my Mjolnir!"
Thor practically leapt forward, stroking every inch of the hammer like it was his long-lost treasure.
"Look, look! We were apart for just one day, and my Meow-Meow Hammer has gotten skinny. You must have been miserable without your Master, right?"
"Ew~"
Darcy and Jane both stepped back at the same time.
Thor looked tall and burly, the type who seemed like he might actually be respectable—but unexpectedly, he turned out to be like this.
They had heard of people who liked lizards, men, boys, even lolis… but this was their first time seeing someone who liked a hammer.
Thor excitedly asked, "How did you find my hammer?"
"I took it from a bald man," Luke said casually.
A bald man?
Darcy muttered under her breath, a figure flashing through her mind. "Was it that jerk who stole our data? He was called…"
"Coulson!"
Jane grit her teeth the moment she heard that name. One ID badge and a squad of black-suited goons had stolen all the data they had painstakingly gathered.
They had even taken the equipment they assembled with so much effort.
Luke nodded. "It was him."
"Oh, you're amazing! Those jerks finally got what they deserved. Let's see if they dare act arrogant again!"
Darcy swung her fist as if she had been the one who beat up Coulson.
Erik's frown only deepened. Provoking those people was definitely not a good idea.
"Thank you for helping me retrieve the hammer. As thanks, I will defeat you honorably in a fair fight, like a warrior!"
Thor grinned and tried to lift mjolnir with one hand—but it didn't move.
Thor's smile stiffened. Seeing the others watching, he wiped his hands. "A.. ehm.. Alright, now I'm really starting. Time to reclaim my divine power!"
He clasped the handle with both hands and pulled with all his strength.
Mjolnir didn't so much as tremble.
Even though it sat on a flimsy wooden table, Thor couldn't lift it at all.
Darcy sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Where are the cameras? Where's the production crew? He's overacting…"
Luke shook his head. "Hold on."
As he spoke, he lightly brushed the hammer's handle. Using the Reality Editor's item editing function, he removed the restriction conditions on mjolnir's description.
"You can try again."
Thor had already recalled the enchantment Odin placed on the hammer and had mentally prepared himself for disappointment.
Hearing Luke say this, he instinctively shook his head. "Impossible. This is magic from my Father. No one can—"
"Eh? I… lifted it?"
Thor stared dumbfounded at the hammer, then gently set it back down. "I put it down again?"
"And I picked it up again!"
The moment he lifted mjolnir a second time, the hammer seemed unable to contain itself. A surge of vast divine power burst forth from it.
The Power of Thor rushed back into Thor's body. The long-lost strength made him let out a loud groan of exhilaration. "I, Thor, have returned!"
Darcy and Jane looked as if they had just seen a ghost.
Wait—this guy is… actually Thor? This wasn't just him LARPing?
Then what about Luke? Is he also Thor?
"Although I don't know how you did it, the moment I picked up mjolnir, no one is my match!"
The simple-minded Thor conveniently ignored whatever Luke had just done. He looked at Luke—whose hands were empty—with full confidence.
"If you don't have a weapon, then I won't use mjolnir either."
Luke shook his head. "No need. I have spares."
He made a casual grabbing motion with both hands, and two identical mjolnir appeared instantly.
He had ten stored in his inventory, so holding two was nothing.
With twelve instances of the Power of Thor stacked, his Strength, Endurance, and Energy attributes surged once again.
"..." Thor's eyes widened, and he was instantly stunned.
He stepped forward, looked left, looked right, then looked down at his own hammer.
"How do you have two mjolnir?!"
"That's not important. Come on."
Although Luke had never used a hammer before, it didn't matter.
Miracles come from raw strength—leave everything to the stats!
"Thor, I need to remind you of something: if you lose, I'm taking that hammer. If you want it back, you'll have to trade something of equal value."
From the moment Luke picked up mjolnir—no matter the method—he was already considered its Master.
Luke wasn't some delivery boy who handed out treasures. He liked being flattered, not flattering others.
Even if he had many hammers and didn't need this one, matters of principle couldn't be compromised. He just wanted to fight Thor seriously for those juicy Reality Editor attribute points~
Hearing this, Thor's expression instantly became serious.
"Don't worry, I understand. Even if you have two high-imitation mjolnir, a fake is a fake and can never defeat the real one!"
Thor was overflowing with confidence. He had fought across the Nine Realms for over fifteen hundred years, victorious in every battle, invincible in every war.
With the hammer in hand, the world was his.
Lose?
That word didn't exist in his vocabulary!
Luke's figure flashed, and he instantly appeared outside the small town.
Thor hurriedly chased after him.
"Why did they suddenly start fighting?"
Darcy was completely lost. Jane didn't understand either.
Erik, however, put on a mysteriously wise expression. "This is just how men are. I understand completely."
Darcy rolled her eyes. Understand your hammer.
Try acting deep one more time, and she'd really smash him with a hammer.
As the three were lost in thought, a sudden blast of thunder and lightning erupted from outside the place.
The once-clear sky instantly darkened, clouds churning violently.
The Power of Thor didn't just command lightning—it commanded storms themselves.
This was Thor's divine authority.
And the moment they clashed, both men unleashed their full strength.
"Oh my God, they're not going to blow up this place, right? Like New York…"
Darcy shrank back, trembling as she stared through the window at the stormy sky, where two streaks of lightning collided fiercely again and again.
"No way… didn't they say Thor was a righteous guardian?" Erik said, uncertain.
But the more he thought about how Luke had challenged Thor the moment he arrived, the more unsure he became.
With how eager he was to fight, he didn't look like a superhero at all. More like… a villain?
"Who do you think will win?" Jane bit her lip, eyes fixed on the sky.
Erik shook his head. "I'm not sure, but unless something unexpected happens, the fight shouldn't end too quickly. After all, they're Th—"
Boom!!
Before Erik could even finish his sentence, a massive figure plummeted from the sky like a meteor, slamming into the earth and carving out a crater more than ten meters deep.
Erik immediately shifted his tone. "Of course, sometimes accidents are unavoidable. Just like now—an accident has occurred."
"…"
"Who won?" Darcy blurted out, instinctively thinking of Luke. After the New York incident, their impression of him was naturally far better.
Luke had already saved people from that witch.
Thor, on the other hand, was an outsider.
Besides, Thor's earlier arrogance had been incredibly annoying.
At that moment, a figure slowly descended from the sky.
"It's Luke! Luke won!"
[Defeated Anomalous Object Thor. Registration successful. Gained 3,000 Anomaly Points.]
[Reality Editor upgraded to Version 3.0...]
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