Rumble—
Loki, who had just ascended to the throne, nearly toppled from his seat before his butt had even warmed it.
Clutching the Gungnir, the symbol of supreme divine authority, he stared in shock at the familiar thunderlight.
"Mjolnir?! Thor! His godly power should have already been…"
Loki's heart quivered.
The hammer of Thor was second only to the king's scepter among Asgard's divine relics.
But more importantly—
It symbolized the rightful heir of Asgard's throne!
Even though Loki had taken the throne, if he could not win Mjolnir's recognition, or if Thor returned wielding it, his reign would be restless.
"Damn it! Thor… you must remain on Midgard forever."
Loki's face twisted darkly, the king's scepter in his hand unleashing terrifying fluctuations.
At the Bifrost…
The mighty gatekeeper Heimdall—second only to Odin and Thor among Asgard's champions—stood resolute.
With Odin gone into slumber and Loki newly crowned, Heimdall's heart wavered. He suspected Loki himself had let the Frost Giants into the treasury.
But as guardian of the realm, his loyalty was bound to the throne.
"I will not let you pass."
Heimdall's cold, unwavering voice brooked no argument.
Before him stood the Warriors Three and Sif.
Having learned of Thor's banishment to Midgard, they desperately wished to bring him home. But Loki had forbidden it, commanding Heimdall to let no one through but himself.
"Heimdall! You bastard, it's Thor! The God of Thunder!"
Volstagg bellowed angrily, beard bristling.
The others, too, burned with fury and frustration, but Heimdall did not waver. His strength was legendary—no one had ever forced their way past him.
Yet as they argued, they froze.
Heimdall stepped away from his post. He did not open the gate for them…
But his sword, the key to the Bifrost, began moving on its own.
...
"Oh God! Stop it! Saitama, stop right now!"
Moments ago Fury had told everyone to stay calm, but now he panicked like an ant on a hot pan.
It was insane!
That guy had actually lifted Mjolnir high above his head with one hand!
Lightning tore through the heavens, covering nearly a tenth of Manhattan in storms.
The sky itself seemed to collapse, the sea itself turned into thunder.
Bolts like massive pillars slammed down.
Fury watched in horror as his armored car melted into a pool of slag beneath a single strike.
It was a natural disaster.
Endless thunder fell—
Like divine judgment!
Thor himself, the hammer's rightful owner, was dumbstruck, mind blank.
Forged from the core of a dying star, infused with Odin's immeasurable divine power—Mjolnir could, at full force, shatter worlds.
And yet this bald mortal had wielded it for mere minutes, while it still resisted him.
The only explanation…
This bald man, Saitama, contained a power even more terrifying than godhood itself!
"Oh? This hammer's got some bite to it."
Saitama's dead-fish eyes glimmered faintly with excitement.
His talent for absorption activated, and unlike ordinary electricity, Mjolnir's divine lightning surged with incomparably greater force.
Bolts that could slay mortals in an instant poured into him endlessly.
His body was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing the storm without end.
"Enough already. You'll destroy everything at this rate."
Saitama muttered with annoyance, unsure if the hammer even listened.
But the lightning raged on.
The facility collapsed into rubble, unlucky soldiers reduced to ash.
"If you keep it up, I'll just punch you."
His fist clenched, red light gleaming.
At once, a pitiful wail echoed.
In an instant, the storm vanished—
not even a spark remained.
Darkness returned to the night sky, as if nothing had happened, save for the ruins all around.
"…He tamed it?!"
Thor's soul trembled.
To subdue Mjolnir, he had once needed Odin's aid and the might of Asgard's great runic arrays, laboring for half a year to earn its recognition.
Only then had he risen to stand as Asgard's mightiest warrior after Odin.
But this bald man had done it effortlessly, in minutes.
Thor could scarcely believe it—
"…"
Fury.
"…"
Natasha.
"..."
Coulson and Barton.
The silence grew heavy, awkward, strange.
Far across the stars, the Bifrost opened.
The Warriors Three and Sif charged through, roaring as they landed in shockwaves.
"I swear I saw Mjolnir's lightning—was it an illusion?"
Volstagg muttered.
"I saw it too. But it vanished instantly. Thor's power should be gone…"
Fandral frowned.
"Find Thor first. I can feel his presence. Let's move!"
Sif pressed forward, the others following swiftly.
...
The silence at the ruined facility lasted five long minutes, until a howl shattered it.
"No… Impossible! I am the God of Thunder! I am Odin's son! King of Asgard! Why… why?!"
Thor's voice cracked, nearly broken.
That Mjolnir had accepted this plain-looking bald mortal—it was unthinkable.
Whether forced or not, it meant… Thor had been forsaken.
Saitama eyed the hammer, now dim and trembling faintly in his grip, as though uneasy.
And then—
From the void, a figure stepped forth.
A cold, merciless gaze fell upon Thor on the ground, and Saitama holding the hammer.
(End of Chapter)
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