Chapter 29: A Hammer Falling from the Sky
In a desert Gobi in New Mexico, Sherlock was blasting aggressive rock music, driving with the windows down, howling and enjoying the thrill of pressing the accelerator to the floor.
This feeling made Sherlock linger, almost forgetting that he could even use magic. He sped along, always bypassing towns if possible, and only entering them for supplies. Otherwise, Sherlock would never stick to the so-called roads.
Having just refueled and stocked up on food and drinks from a small town behind him, Sherlock was now in a wild mood. To reach the park quickly, Sherlock had completely unleashed the raptor's aggressive nature.
As the speed increased, Sherlock's mood became more and more excited, and the rock music in the car grew increasingly intense.
However, unbeknownst to Sherlock, far away in Asgard, a revolution was underway in the Universe. Their prince, Thor, had been stripped of his divine power by the All-Father Odin.
Odin even threatened to banish Thor to Earth. At this moment, Thor was arguing with his father in front of the throne.
But clearly, the All-Father Odin had no intention of arguing with Thor. With a casual wave, mjolnir, nicknamed the Meow-Meow Hammer, flew into the All-Father Odin's hand.
After placing a magic enchantment on the Meow-Meow Hammer, Odin simply tossed it, and the Meow-Meow Hammer flew towards the Bifrost Bridge. Even Heimdall didn't react in time before the Meow-Meow Hammer had already flown through the Bifrost Bridge.
Sherlock, on Earth, naturally couldn't spot the Meow-Meow Hammer, which had just flown out of the Bifrost Bridge in mid-air. He continued his charge, pedal to the metal, feeling as happy as a god.
As the Meow-Meow Hammer, Sherlock, and Sherlock's charge converged, the distance between them grew shorter and shorter. Finally, in an instant, the Meow-Meow Hammer made intimate contact with the bed of Sherlock's raptor.
Thanks to the Meow-Meow Hammer's properties, the enormous inertia of Sherlock's raptor couldn't budge the Meow-Meow Hammer an inch. However, this property spelled disaster for Sherlock's raptor.
For a fleeting moment, the Meow-Meow Hammer's landing point, after piercing through the raptor's bed, appeared precisely on the rear axle.
Under the combined action of the raptor's immense forward momentum and the relatively stationary Meow-Meow Hammer, the bed of Sherlock's pickup truck was violently torn open.
Under the immense inertia, the Meow-Meow Hammer not only tore apart the bed of Sherlock's beloved car but also gave it an over-the-shoulder throw.
Fortunately, Sherlock's reaction was relatively quick. The instant the Meow-Meow Hammer struck the bed of his car, he subconsciously cast a shield on himself without a wand or incantation. Coupled with the vehicle's airbags, he ultimately wasn't injured.
Even though he wasn't injured, that momentary impact was enough to leave Sherlock dazed for a long time.
After a while, Sherlock slowly climbed out of the driver's seat.
With just one glance, Sherlock felt his blood pressure immediately spike. The reason was simple: his beloved car, the large raptor that had carried him across half of the U.S., was now practically in pieces.
Aside from the relatively intact driver's cabin, the ground was littered with fragments of Sherlock's beloved car. He could even vaguely see pieces of the tent he had painstakingly worked on for several nights.
Almost instantly enraged, Sherlock wanted to see what on Earth could have destroyed his beloved car like this. What kind of grudge would make someone use a missile to attack a pure civilian like him?
Sherlock, being an LSP, had even rejected the wild cowgirls who had come onto him. How could he have provoked such a ruthless character? Fortunately, the missile hadn't exploded. If it had, he probably wouldn't just be a little dazed.
Muttering and staggering, he arrived at the impact point, but Sherlock froze. What appeared before Sherlock's eyes was not what he initially thought was a missile or similar object, but a hammer—and a hammer he was exceptionally familiar with.
"What the hell? The Meow-Meow Hammer? The Thor storyline has already begun? So, the All-Father Odin, that old pervert, smashed my car?"
As if confirming something, Sherlock looked up at the empty sky, raising both hands to make an internationally recognized gesture.
"!@#%…&*()!@#%…&*), Heimdall, I know you can see and hear me. Please tell that old pervert Odin that I @#% his mother…&*()@#%…&*(@#%…&))!!
Don't pretend you can't see! I know you can see! I %… his mother's &*()#%…&*()))"
Heimdall stood at the entrance of the Bifrost Bridge, watching Sherlock curse non-stop for nearly half an hour. The most crucial part was that not a single word was repeated during that half-hour.
The content was so vulgar, and the scope so vast, that almost every female in Asgard had been 'checked off' by Sherlock.
After a while, Sherlock finally stopped his ranting. Heimdall, far away in the divine realm, couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his brow.
He secretly sighed, lamenting that this young fellow could really spew. As for Sherlock's request to relay these words to the All-Father Odin, Heimdall decided against it after some thought.
Setting aside whether he could even remember Sherlock's entire tirade, even if he did, Heimdall felt there was no need to tell Odin. If Odin were to hear it, it might just infuriate the old man to the point of sleeplessness.
Not only sleeplessness, but he might even pick up his precious great spear and go to Earth for a solo fight with this young man, which would be more trouble than it's worth. Yes, it would definitely be more trouble than it's worth; he was absolutely not afraid of the All-Father Odin knowing and taking his anger out on him.
Putting Heimdall aside, Sherlock was indeed tired of cursing. After all, he had been cursing for half a day with no reaction from above, which only indicated that they didn't seem to be paying attention here.
Gradually calming down, Sherlock looked at the Meow-Meow Hammer in the center of the wreckage. Sherlock remembered clearly that this thing had sold out everywhere since its appearance in the movie.
Sherlock had even bought one himself back then. Now that he had encountered the genuine article, Sherlock absolutely had to try it.
Approaching the Meow-Meow Hammer, Sherlock took a horse stance, gripped the Meow-Meow Hammer's handle with both hands, took a deep breath, channeled his inner energy, and then, with a burst of Sherlock's effort...
"Pfft~~~"
Well, Sherlock farted. As for the Meow-Meow Hammer, it remained motionless. Sherlock was not surprised. After the half-hour he had just spent transforming into a loudmouth, the Meow-Meow Hammer wouldn't dare acknowledge him.
Sherlock had that much self-awareness.
Although he knew the Meow-Meow Hammer couldn't acknowledge him, Sherlock's playful mood got the better of him. He pulled out his wand and tried Wingardium Leviosa. Surprisingly, Sherlock actually succeeded.
Sherlock's spell successfully made the Meow-Meow Hammer float. If the Meow-Meow Hammer had consciousness, even it would probably be a bit bewildered by this situation.
However, Sherlock wasn't surprised in the slightest. After all, according to the Ancient One, his magic represented his will overriding rules. Sherlock wasn't surprised at all that he could make the Meow-Meow Hammer float.
He decisively pulled out his phone, made the Meow-Meow Hammer float in his hand, took a few posed photos, then carefully controlled the Meow-Meow Hammer to return to its original landing spot, without even changing its position.
After confirming everything, Sherlock nodded with satisfaction and picked up his phone.
"Hello? Insurance? I want to file a claim. You might not believe it, but my car was smashed to pieces by a hammer that fell from the sky!"