Then his sister, the Goddess of Death, Hela, truly returned from nowhere.
At that moment, Thor and Loki were both dressed in suits, looking exceptionally handsome. Thor, in particular, held a black umbrella in his hand—an umbrella forged from Mjolnir.
Then Hela brushed back her hair and transformed instantly. Thor and Loki were not to be outdone. Thor pointed the umbrella downward, and the suit on his body instantly transformed into armor, the umbrella reverting back into Mjolnir. Loki's green robe reappeared as well, and the two large, horned helmets formed once more above his head.
When danger arrived, Thor fulfilled his promise to his father to protect Asgard and hurled Mjolnir.
But no one expected Hela to catch Mjolnir with one hand.
"How… how is this possible?"
"Little cutie, let me show you what's possible."
After saying that, Hela crushed Mjolnir.
At that moment, Loki was likely terrified and shouted, "Take me home!"
Then the three of them entered the Bifrost, attempting to return to Asgard.
However, how could Thor and Loki be Hela's opponents? Loki failed in a sneak attack and was struck by Hela's blade, blasted out of the Bifrost and lost in the universe. As for Thor, after taking three punches and two kicks, he was smashed to the ground and also thrown out of the Bifrost.
As these scenes linked together, Blaine seemed to be replaying the entire plot in his mind. Now it was clear why Thor, Loki, and Hulk had all ended up here—the cause and effect were perfectly connected.
It was just that Blaine felt a bit regretful. Unfortunately, he hadn't met Odin.
The All-Father of Norse mythology was someone Blaine had long heard of.
In his prime, Odin was truly awe-inspiring. Though not on the level of a creator god, with Odin's power, ruling several solar systems and star regions would not have been a problem.
Especially the image of the one-eyed god with a long white beard had deeply influenced Blaine before his transmigration.
Wearing an eagle-crested helmet and golden armor, wielding the eternal spear Gungnir, with the ring Draupnir upon his hand, he sat upon the supreme throne overlooking the Nine Realms.
At his feet lay two ferocious wolves, Geri and Freki, ever ready to protect him. For a time, he was heroic and majestic, and Blaine had even fantasized in his previous life about becoming such a figure.
"What a pity, a hero of a generation…"
"Gone with the wind, turning into white light and vanishing into the universe."
Thinking of this, Blaine couldn't help but sigh inwardly. No matter how heroic one was, in the end, no one could withstand the erosion of time. No matter how glorious life had been, in death, all returned to dust.
Perhaps it was too early for Blaine to dwell on the passage of time—but who could say what the future held?
"Hulk! Hulk! Hulk! Hulk…!"
A wave of unified chanting snapped Blaine back to reality.
The enthusiasm for Hulk in the arena was astonishing. Almost everyone was firmly in Hulk's camp. Blaine followed the crowd's gaze and continued watching.
"Banner! Hey, Banner!"
"No Banner. Only Hulk."
Hulk turned his head toward the cheering crowd, then toward Thor, raised his sledgehammer, and charged.
Clearly, Thor's attempt to call Banner back from within Hulk had failed. Trying to reason with Hulk was no better than playing music to a cow.
"Hey, hey, hey, Banner!"
"What are you doing?"
"It's me—it's me—Thor!"
Thor was startled by Hulk's ferocity. Without Mjolnir, Thor knew his combat strength was far from his peak. Facing the rampaging Hulk, he retreated again and again.
Roar…!
Seeing Thor retreat at high speed, Hulk leapt into the air and brought down his sledgehammer and giant axe in a crushing strike.
After all, Thor was Odin's son and the current ruler of Asgard. He had undergone harsh training since childhood and experienced countless battles, both large and small. In terms of combat experience, even Blaine wouldn't dare claim superiority.
Thor rolled across the ground like a lazy donkey, narrowly escaping the blow. Though inelegant, the move was undeniably effective.
However, before Thor could recover, Hulk spun his weapons in a wide arc. Still dazed, Thor was struck and sent flying. The shield and greatsword in his hands were knocked away.
Thor likely never imagined that one day he would be beaten by a hammer. He had wielded one his entire life, only to be bullied by one in the end.
Ho ho ho ho…
Having succeeded with a single strike, Hulk grew even more excited, lifting his sledgehammer and axe to pound his own head a few times.
"Oh haha, hehehe…"
Grandmaster, seated high in the observation deck, laughed happily and even clapped his hands involuntarily. Loki, sitting beside him, looked far less pleased. His expression grew increasingly grim—it seemed Hulk had cast a deep shadow over him.
"Get up, Thor, glory of the gods of the North,"
"Awaken your power as Thor."
In the stands, Blaine rubbed his palms together. The pentagram in his eyes was ready to activate as he prepared to use his copy eyes to analyze Thor's awakening.
After all, Thor's power was thunder—magic in nature—and should be copyable if nothing went wrong.
"Banner, we're comrades-in-arms!"
"This is crazy—I don't want to hurt you!"
Though Thor tried to endure and reason, Hulk gave him no chance. He swung his weapon again, smashing down indiscriminately.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thor could only draw the spare weapons behind him, using two long swords to block with difficulty. But weapons of the same material were no match for the brute force behind Hulk's strikes. One relied on technique, the other on overwhelming strength.
Before Thor could block twice, the sword in his hand bent…
…
Hulk landed another blow, sending Thor flying again. Thor's body slammed into the edge railing of the arena, embedded there at an awkward angle.
"Well, not bad. Not bad at all."
Grandmaster praised once more.
…
Just as Thor pulled himself free from the wall, Hulk hurled the hammer again.
"Oh shit… well, Banner."
"You forced me to do this."
Seeing Hulk charging once more with the giant axe raised upside down, Thor turned and climbed onto the guardrail, gripping the hammer's handle with both hands, kicking off the wall, and swinging with all his strength.
By coincidence, Hulk rushed straight into the hammer's path. Without any thought of technique, Hulk was struck head-on—and sent flying once again.
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