It was naturally impossible to finish the tea and wine; these were two small spells Rimuru had learned from Kamar-Taj, flashy and quite good for bluffing.
The effect was naturally excellent. In just a short while, the furious Nick Fury and the distraught Thor had calmed down considerably from the shock of the hammer being swallowed.
Rimuru extended her hand, and a hammer appeared in her grasp.
Seeing this hammer, Thor's and Nick Fury's eyes immediately widened.
Didn't they say the hammer was swallowed by Rimuru? How was it still here?
Also, how could Rimuru lift it?
Could the hammer be fake?
However, just as this thought arose in their minds, the scene shifted, and the three of them were directly outside the base.
Rimuru said nothing, simply exerted force, and flung the hammer away.
Boom!
The hammer flew at high speed, instantly becoming a small dot far away in the sky.
Then, Thor saw Rimuru perform a motion he often did—reaching out to summon.
A few seconds later…
Nick Fury and Thor saw the hammer fly back from the horizon, returning to Rimuru's hand.
Thor was dumbfounded, his mouth opening and closing, but he couldn't utter a single word.
At this moment, his emotions were as complex as could be.
This hammer had been with him for hundreds of years; he knew every attribute of the hammer perfectly.
It was a symbol of his identity. He had never imagined that one day, the hammer would be wielded by an outsider as if it were an extension of their arm.
However, this was only the beginning.
Thor saw Rimuru holding the hammer by its strap, vigorously swinging it, and then the hammer carried Rimuru into the sky.
Suddenly, winds surged, and the sky echoed with flashes of lightning and thunder.
And then endless lightning was summoned.
Thor recognized it; that was the powerful move he often liked to use—it was Asgard's God's Judgement!
Rimuru wielded it no worse than he did!
The hammer was real, his divine hammer that he couldn't lift, yet it acknowledged Rimuru's qualifications.
Rimuru lifted the hammer, so she gained Thor's power!
At this moment, Thor didn't know whether to cry or laugh!
Not long ago, he was the illustrious Crown Prince of Asgard, wielding Mjolnir, with all glory belonging to him.
But now, he had lost even the last shred of hope of returning to Asgard!
Thor was momentarily lost. For hundreds of years, this was the first time he had completely lost his goal, not knowing where to go next.
Boom!
Rimuru, holding Mjolnir, descended from the sky and reappeared before Thor.
"What's wrong? Completely defeated by me? Lost? Regretful?"
Despite Rimuru's humiliation, Thor showed no significant reaction.
He was like a salted fish, his eyes lifeless.
Yes, he regretted it. Because of his arrogance and pride, he had lost everything!
But what good was regret?
What was lost was truly lost, never to return!
Thor didn't want to talk to anyone now; he just wanted to drink his fill and drown his sorrows.
"Look at you now, Thor Odinson, you are disgracing Odin!"
Thor was a complete daddy's boy. Hearing Rimuru mention his Father, he was instantly filled with rage.
He sprang up from the ground, grabbing Rimuru's neck. "Midgardian, how dare you insult the Father of the Gods! I swear by Odin's honor, I will make you pay a bloody price!"
Clang!
Rimuru swung the hammer, and Thor was immediately sent flying.
Although Rimuru didn't use much force, Thor had lost his divine power, and how could a mortal body withstand Rimuru's hammer strike?
Thor was immediately knocked down, dizzy and disoriented, blood streaming from his face, and little stars appearing in his eyes.
In immense pain, Thor lay where he fell, not getting up!
Looking at the sky, he couldn't help but shed two lines of tears!
When he had divine power, he was always the one hitting others; when was it ever someone else's turn to hit him?
Let alone hitting him with his own hammer!
Nick Fury was watching—always watching.
At this moment, he felt somewhat empathetic, even starting to pity Thor; this Crown Prince was too miserable!
By the way, did Rimuru and Thor have a grudge?
This was both hitting him and striking at his heart!
What exactly did she want to do?
Looking at the weeping Thor, Rimuru felt her goal was close.
Spare the rod, spoil the child.
As Asgard's future "Imperial Tutor," Rimuru felt she was very responsible.
Her education this time would surely make Thor remember it for a lifetime.
Buzz!
Another hammer appeared in Rimuru's hand—one in each hand, a perfect pair.
Nick Fury was bewildered. What kind of move was this now?
"Thor, did you lose the hammer in my left hand, or the hammer in my right hand?"
Pfft!
Hearing Rimuru's words, Nick Fury almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
He was completely dumbfounded. What was Rimuru trying to do?
Hitting the Crown Prince for no reason—was she just bored?
Nick Fury was extremely puzzled. Even if Thor was down and out, he was still a Prince.
The King could ignore him, other princes could bully him, but if an outsider laid a hand on him, that was a provocation to the Asgardian royal family!
Was she not afraid of the Asgardian royal family settling scores later?
The "salted fish" Thor looked at the identical Mjolnir in Rimuru's left and right hands and immediately became confused.
What exactly did Rimuru want to do?
Was humiliating him fun?
Thor decided to remain a "salted fish" to the end, completely ignoring this bad-tempered villain, Rimuru.
Then, Thor discovered that even if he continued to be a "salted fish," this demon wouldn't let him go.
Rimuru placed a hammer on his chest!
In an instant, Thor's injured face flushed red.
The hammer was too damn heavy; he was being crushed and couldn't breathe!
To be pressed down by his own hammer—the humiliation in Thor's heart was immense!
Rimuru looked at Thor, who seemed to be in difficult labor, and laughed mischievously, "So, Thor, did you lose the hammer on your chest, or the hammer in my hand?"
Here it comes again!
Ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Thor was about to collapse. If he didn't speak, the hammer on his chest would become heavier and heavier.
How could a person be so shameless?
Which was more important—dignity or comfort?
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!
Of course, comfort was more important!
Thor, his face flushed red, answered humiliatingly, "It's the one on my chest!"
Rimuru smiled. "Since you lost it, then pick it up."
Thor was helpless.
He stretched out both hands, desperately trying to lift the hammer pressing on his chest, but even though he used all his strength, he still couldn't do anything about the hammer.
Thor despaired, shaking his head. "No, I can't lift it. The hammer doesn't recognize me!"
Rimuru: "It's your hammer, so why doesn't it recognize you?"
He had already given in, so he didn't mind giving in again.
People's integrity always gets lower and lower!
"It was my ignorance, arrogance, and pride that almost plunged Asgard into the brink of war. Father therefore stripped me of my divine power! I was wrong. Father, I truly know I was wrong!"
Thor roared loudly and confessed loudly toward the sky, as if toward Asgard, toward the "deceased" Odin.
But to Thor's surprise, the hammer on his chest remained motionless.
After Thor had vented enough, Rimuru retorted, "The Frost Giants have infiltrated Asgard's treasury—shouldn't you have acted?"
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He should have acted?
Since being stripped of his divine power, he had been reflecting, and each time, his mind echoed with his Father's words to him before his exile.
So, he subconsciously believed that his actions were wrong.
But now Rimuru told him that he should have acted!
Thor's mind was in extreme turmoil, two sets of values clashing, and he felt his head was about to explode.
"Thor Odinson, has your Father Odin never participated in war?"
"Then tell me, where did the Casket of Ancient Winters in Asgard's treasury come from?"
"Did the Frost Giant leader feel Asgard's treasury was too empty and kindly send your Father a big gift to help fill the treasury?"
Thor was infinitely proud!
He grew up listening to his Father's glorious deeds; his Father was his greatest idol.
Since he was very, very young, he had aspired to be a good King and a great hero like his Father!
Thor roared proudly, "The Casket of Ancient Winters is the spoils of war from my Father defeating the Frost Giants!"
Rimuru: "Then, why was it right for your Father to fight the Frost Giants? And why was it wrong for you to fight the Frost Giants?"
Yes?
Why was it right for Father to fight the Frost Giants, but wrong for him to fight the Frost Giants?
Why exactly?
When poor, change; when change, succeed.
This experience of exile truly deeply affected Thor.
There was no more resentment in Thor's heart, and he began to ponder.
Nick Fury was terrified!
Unlike Thor, who was simple-minded, Nick Fury saw through the meaning of Rimuru's words.
What exactly did Rimuru want to do?
Was she trying to train the future King of Asgard into a warmonger?
Oh my God!
Nick Fury even felt like the sky was falling!
Where in the world was there a King without ambition?
Any King—who wouldn't want to expand their territory and leave their name in history?!
Moreover, all the Kings of Asgard throughout history were warmongers!
Did they really think the Nine Realms were given away for free, like phone top-ups?
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