**Chapter 94: Coach, I Want to Learn Magic**
In the bustling bar, a big man sat dejectedly in a corner, a pile of draft beers in front of him, seemingly burdened by some sorrow.
The bartender, seeing the big man's state, knew he was going to drink too much. Before the big man got too drunk, he walked over.
"Sir, please settle your bill first."
Money? What money?
The Prince of Asgard had never seen money before when going out.
Stripped of his divine power, Thor waved his hand dismissively, "Don't, don't bother me!"
"Sir, please settle your bill first."
"I told you not to bother me! Don't bother me!"
The bartender had seen all kinds of people in the bar; he naturally understood what Thor's unruly behavior portended.
Thor continued to drink, not even realizing that two even bigger strongmen had suddenly appeared in front of him!
"Wh-what do you want!?"
Before Thor could even react, he was directly grabbed by the two strongmen, dragged to the back kitchen, and given a thorough beating, covering his head and face!
After the beating, still not satisfied, they dragged him back to the front hall, pulled him onto the dance floor to show the bar patrons the consequences of dining and dashing, then threw him out the main door.
"Splat~"
Thor ate a mouthful of dirt. He looked back at the bar's main door, tears almost falling, looking utterly miserable!
Who could have known that just three days ago, he was still Odin's son, conqueror of the Nine Realms—Thor!
"Is *this* the kind of good-for-nothing you're looking for?"
Suddenly, Thor heard someone speaking above him.
He looked up and saw an Asian man and a red-haired woman with wavy hair.
"You can't judge a book by its cover," Stephen Fang said, extending a hand to Thor.
"There's wine, food, and beautiful women for company, care to come along?"
Thor didn't take Stephen Fang's hand but instead turned his head aside, propping himself up to stand.
He would rather starve to death than accept help from others.
"Why isn't he responding to us?" Black Widow asked, puzzled.
Stephen Fang added with insight: "Perhaps he's afraid of us."
Thor wasn't deaf; he had only walked two steps when he suddenly turned back: "Who says I don't dare?! Where are we going?!"
"Just follow along."
In the warm room, Thor delightfully took a bath.
He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel; a feast of good wine and delicious food was already laid out in the room.
Black Widow and Stephen Fang sat on the sofa, watching Thor approach.
Stephen Fang picked up a wine glass, "Drink first, then talk?"
Thor still had a wary expression, "Thank you for letting me bathe, but I must go."
He said, then turned his back to the two and began dressing. Once dressed, he didn't even say goodbye, preparing to leave.
He was just about to pull the doorknob.
"Swish!"
A shuriken shot and struck the door.
As a ninja, the now-wealthy Stephen Fang specially commissioned Tony Stark to make him some shuriken and kunai.
The materials were even better than those from Uchiha's ninja tool shop.
After all, Stark Industries made missiles.
Thor glanced at the shuriken near the handle and looked back at Stephen Fang.
"What do you want?! I won't say a single word about my affairs!"
"It's simple," Stephen Fang said in front of Black Widow: "No matter what you want to do, I won't interfere with you. All I can do is support you, and I will also help you when you haven't picked up your hammer."
Hearing the word "hammer," Thor became agitated, "How do you know about the hammer?! Are you from Asgard?!"
"That's none of your concern."
Black Widow felt her nerves tingling. She seemed to have heard some incredible intelligence.
Stephen Fang patted Black Widow's arm, signaling her not to act rashly. Then he looked at Thor.
"I'm assisting you, so of course, I also expect something in return."
"Not interested!" Thor said, pulling the door directly, "If you have the guts, just kill me!"
Hearing no movement behind him, Thor pulled the door and left. With a "bang," he closed the guest room door.
"It seems your 'friend' isn't very easy to get along with," Black Widow commented.
"It's normal. If you suddenly transmigrated to a place you don't know, surrounded by races you don't understand, you would also remain highly vigilant, wouldn't you, Agent?"
Black Widow didn't speak, merely awkwardly picked up the wine and took two sips.
Thor walked down the alley; the midnight cold wind seeped into his clothes and pant legs, making him shiver with cold.
Thor, without his divine power, was even less capable than any random adult in America, merely a big oaf, the kind with no survival skills whatsoever.
After walking for just one minute, Thor regretted it.
In such cold weather, in the middle of the night, where should he go, where should he stay, and what should he eat to fill his stomach?
Two voices appeared in his mind.
"'Go back. Go back and drink, eat meat, and sleep in a warm bed.'"
"'Don't go back! Absolutely don't go back! What if those two are people hostile to Asgard? Don't ever believe their nonsense!'"
And just then, Stephen Fang appeared at the corner ahead.
"What I want is very simple, and you should be able to do it too."
Thor raised his head, looked at Stephen Fang's red eyes, "What do you want?"
"I want to learn Asgardian Magic."
"Asgardian Magic?" Thor was a bit surprised; he never expected anyone to be interested in Asgardian Magic.
This was the "upgrade" path that the "Ren Arakawa" faction had pondered for a long time.
In Tony Stark's Iron Man storyline, there was a divine item like the "Extremis Virus" that could change individual abilities. After injection, it could enhance the body's healing abilities, even regenerating severed limbs. It was even more abnormal and illogical than the Hundred Seals Technique.
And in Thor's storyline, there was also the path of Asgardian Magic.
No matter which one they obtained, for the current "Ren Arakawa" faction, it would be a qualitative improvement.
For example, Asgardian Magic.
It is a comprehensive system of surreal magic that integrates telepathy, astral projection, molecular rearrangement, energy blasts, teleportation, illusion creation, shapeshifting, flight, and hypnosis. Some spells are even far more advanced than ninjutsu, capable of turning the tide of battle.
Thor dominated the Nine Realms by relying on Mjolnir given to him by Odin.
And his adopted son, Loki, by learning Asgardian Magic, without borrowing a single cent from Odin, became the God of Mischief.
"I promise, learning Asgardian Magic is only for self-preservation, and I will not do anything detrimental to Asgard."
"Of course, what if I do learn Asgardian Magic? I'm just an ordinary human on Midgard (Earth). Even if I had the opportunity to learn Asgardian Magic, what kind of waves could I possibly make? So many people in Asgard learn Asgardian Magic, yet how many of them pose a threat to Asgard?"
"Furthermore, as a mere mortal, whether I can learn it or not is still unknown, but rest assured, if I don't learn it, I won't blame you."
Thor's eyes clearly showed hesitation. He looked at Stephen Fang, "Then what exactly can you bring me?"
Stephen Fang smiled, holding up two fingers.
"Take you to lift the hammer."
He then pulled a can of beer out of his pants pocket, "Plenty of beer!"
"Deal!"
(end of chapter)