It had to be said that after the system's modification, Corin now possessed strength far beyond what ordinary people could ever hope to reach.
Abomination, the form Blonsky had transformed into, understood this deeply.
But in front of Thor's hammer, Corin's strength seemed to become no different from that of a normal person.
Only to see the veins bulge on the arm gripping Thor's hammer, yet Mjolnir remained completely unmoved.
Refusing to believe it, Corin grabbed the handle with both hands, planted his feet in a horse stance, and exerted force once more—
BOOM!
Under the impact of his tremendous strength, Corin's legs sank deeply into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Holy sh!"
Agent Coulson's pupils shook. Cockroach's sheer strength left him dumbfounded.
Machinery had been operating around the hammer for a long time, compressing the ground here until it was rock hard. And he just pushed his legs straight into the ground with one burst of force?
'That's insane!'
But to be fair, the hammer was still ice cold. Didn't move an inch.
"Looks like the hammer still wins."
Coulson's curiosity about whether Cockroach could lift the hammer gradually faded.
Over the past few months, he had witnessed the hammer's stubbornness far too many times.
No matter what method was used, the hammer seemed to have a will of its own. It just sat there quietly, refusing to move, not even a little.
"Even someone as strong as Mr. Silver Duke has things he can't deal with."
At this moment, a trace of bitter frustration welled up in Corin's heart.
So far, there had been nothing he couldn't handle. He hadn't expected the first thing to leave him helpless would be this unremarkable looking hammer.
Even though he knew full well that the hammer was a supreme divine weapon forged from a planetary core, and that it carried the All Father Odin's enchantment.
But what man wouldn't want to be someone who could freely wield Thor's hammer?
'Even Captain America, that guy with the sexy ass, can lift it. Why the hell can't I?'
Jumping back out of the ground, Corin made several more attempts, but Thor's hammer still stood firm. Gradually, he gave up on the idea of lifting it.
Smack~
He gave the hammer's handle a frustrated slap.
"I give up, alright?"
Suddenly, under Corin's casual slap, the handle of Thor's hammer, which had been tilted there, rotated slightly by a small angle, while the hammerhead remained firmly welded to the ground.
"Holy crap?"
Corin stared wide eyed at what had just happened, completely stunned.
He had used every ounce of strength he had and hadn't been able to move the hammer at all. How much force could a casual slap even have?
And yet it managed to move Thor's hammer, which was enchanted with Odin's spell?
Was this even scientific?
Corin couldn't understand it.
After being covered in sand kicked up by Corin, Agent Coulson brushed the dust off himself.
Watching the hammer's handle rotate slightly under Cockroach's light slap, his hand trembled while adjusting his tie, and he ended up loosening it instead.
"The hammer moved?"
Coulson could hardly believe his own eyes.
He grabbed the documents, checked the hammer's original direction and angle marked on them, and immediately called over staff with instruments to repeatedly measure and compare.
The final conclusion: The hammer's handle had rotated clockwise by 38.6 degrees.
This discovery excited everyone.
Corin stared at his right hand in disbelief.
'Could it be that I have some hidden attribute?'
'Once I gave up trying to lift it, it actually moved?'
'Does that even make sense?'
But no matter what, the hammer had indeed moved.
With this phased result achieved, Corin continued trying at Coulson's urging.
But the hammer returned to its previous state, completely motionless.
Corin also tried slapping Mjolnir again like before, but no matter which hand, palm or backhand, it caused no change at all.
After more than an hour of attempts, his patience exhausted, Corin finally gave up.
"Do whatever you want… why the hell am I competing with a hammer anyway?"
———
Perhaps it was because everything happened too suddenly, or perhaps the God King hadn't chosen the right day, or maybe the descent speed was too fast and the landing point hadn't been selected properly.
The demoted prince had barely arrived on Earth when he was sent flying midair by a small pickup truck.
Yes, it was Thor.
Jane Foster hurried out of the car to check on him. It was too dark on the road, and she had accidentally hit someone.
"Please don't die!"
Fortunately, Thor was not seriously injured.
"MY HAMMER! HAMMER?"
He shouted loudly for his hammer, but received no response.
Thor quickly realized that the one who had committed a grave mistake had now been abandoned by the God King.
"Father? Father..."
Unable to accept this huge drop, he still fantasized about going back to reason things out with his father.
"Heimdall! I know you can hear me, open the Bifrost!"
Trying to summon the Bifrost to take him back, Thor soon discovered he was shouting into the void.
Thor's abnormal behavior made several scientists think he was a drunk or a lunatic, spouting nonsense.
Instinctively, they pulled out a taser and aimed it at him.
Thor, the God of Thunder, didn't take it seriously at all. He even felt insulted.
"You dare threaten me, Thor, with such a piece of junk? Uhghhh! Uhgh! Uh! Uh!"
Before he could finish speaking, Thor was hit by a high powered pulse taser, his body stiffening and convulsing as he collapsed to the ground.
Thor probably never dreamed that the fallen God of Thunder would be brought down by his own trademark ability, and at such a low power.
They sent the unconscious Thor to the hospital.
Jane Foster and her assistant Darcy Lewis, along with her mentor Erik Selvig, were astrophysicists.
At the time, they had been studying celestial motion on an open mountaintop.
Suddenly, something abnormal happened in the sky. A huge vortex descended from above, scaring Jane badly.
She turned around and floored it, only to coincidentally hit Thor, who had just been teleported down.
She had thought the man was babbling nonsense, but Jane never expected that they would actually discover a human silhouette in the photos they took of the magnetic storm.
Which meant that Thor really did come from outer space.
The three returned to the hospital once more, only to find the room empty.
Thor had run off.
Just as they were still thinking about where to look for this visitor from beyond the stars, Jane, the driver who didn't look in the rearview mirror when reversing, once again knocked over Thor, who just happened to be passing by.
Before losing consciousness, a single sentence flashed through Thor's mind.
'What kind of Thunder God am I? I'm just miserable…'
———
While his older brother Thor was in exile, his younger brother Loki wasn't idle either.
Back when Loki fought the Frost Giants, he had already sensed something was off. Ordinary Asgardians would be instantly frostbitten when touched by the Frost Giants.
Yet he himself was completely unharmed, which was very strange.
To verify his suspicion, Loki went to his father's vault and picked up the Casket of Ancient Winters.
The moment he held it, Loki's skin turned exactly like that of the Frost Giant race.
"Stop!"
Odin seemed to have foreseen this and appeared in time to stop Loki.
The Casket of Ancient Winters was the Frost Giants' greatest treasure.
It contained extreme cold from the realm of death. It could release frigid energy and freeze everything.
Once opened, it could plunge the Nine Realms into an endless ice age.
"Who am I, really?"
Feeling the changes in his body, Loki asked the question with his back to his father.
"You are my son."
Odin calmly answered Loki's question, though a sigh rose in his heart.
"It can't be that simple."
Loki turned around, his eyes burning as he stared at Odin. His skin tone gradually shifted from deathly dark blue back to normal.
At this moment, his inner thoughts were basically confirmed, yet he still wanted to hear the truth from Odin's own mouth.
"When you brought something back from Jotunheim back then… it wasn't just the Casket, was it?"
The aged Odin looked at Loki walking slowly toward him, his expression complex.
"After the battle ended, I walked into the temple and found an infant…very small, unlike a giant's offspring…"
"He was left there like that, on the verge of death, it was Laufey's son."
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