After Loki was defeated by Harry, the entire arena in Asgard seemed to freeze for a split second—then instantly boiled over.
Asgardian warriors had a love of battle burning in their bones. One after another, they expressed their gratitude to Harry, thanking him for bringing them such a dazzling duel that made their blood surge.
The whole venue drowned in cheers. Everyone was shouting Harry's name.
As for the loser, he was completely forgotten in a corner. No one paid attention—even if that person was a prince, it made no difference.
No… there was still one exception!
Thor leapt down from the stands in a single bound, landed beside Loki, and patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"Don't be too sad, Loki. Sure, you got beaten really badly and almost couldn't fight back at all, but that just means you've got tons of room to improve. Next time you'll definitely beat Harry!
As for now, leave it to me. I'll beat Harry for you and help you vent this!"
Thor meant it sincerely, but instead of soothing Loki, those words only made Loki's already storm-dark face turn even darker.
Especially when Thor stepped up and the Asgardian warriors erupted into ear-splitting cheers, it felt like a sharp knife stabbing straight into Loki's chest.
The contrast was too brutal. Why did no one cheer for him like that?
With a cold snort, Loki turned and left.
The two things Loki hated most about Thor were exactly these.
First: Thor's reckless, impulsive personality—always acting without considering consequences, fueled purely by hot-blooded passion.
Second: Thor's towering reputation among the people. Wherever he went, he was adored. Cheers and worshipful eyes always seemed to surround him.
Loki was the one who was meticulous and brilliant, the one who truly suited inheriting the throne of the All-Father.
So why did the All-Father pay more attention to Thor?
Being ignored over and over again made Loki's jealousy and resentment grow like weeds, spreading wildly.
Thor scratched his head, deciding he'd comfort Loki later. Right now, the battle mattered more.
He walked to the center of the arena and faced the warriors of Asgard, raising both fists high with practiced confidence.
His exposed skin was bronze, gleaming under the sunlight like metal. Every bulging muscle screamed power—exactly what Asgardian warriors loved most.
Thor boomed, "Harry, do you want to rest a bit? As an Asgardian warrior, I never take advantage of someone when they're weak!"
Harry shook his head without hesitation and shouted back just as loudly. "No need. That little fight just now didn't even count as a warm-up!"
Those words hit the second princess—who was about to leave—like a spear straight through the gut. Loki stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
After catching himself, Loki turned and shot Harry a venomous glare, then hurried away even faster.
Seeing that, Harry's face bloomed into a brilliant smile. He was absurdly happy.
Thor nodded and didn't bother with empty politeness. He gripped Mjolnir and prepared to strike.
"Your lightning magic really is impressive. You even beat Loki. But lightning is still the God of Thunder's absolute domain. You're not my opponent!"
The stands exploded in cheers. No one doubted Thor's words.
Across Asgard's long history, thunder had always been Thor's symbol. Time and time again, he had saved Asgard with lightning that tore the sky apart.
In their hearts, Thor and thunder were already one and the same. It was hard to imagine Harry winning a head-on clash with lightning magic.
Harry casually scratched his chin, watching Thor with obvious interest, wearing a mischievous grin. "You sure? You're really not afraid my lightning magic will beat you?"
Thor lifted his chin slightly. Confidence and pride filled his face as he spoke decisively. "Of course. I'm the God of Thunder—why would I fear mere lightning? If thunder could defeat me, how could I still be called the God of Thunder?"
"Alright, alright~" Harry shrugged helplessly and waved a hand. "Then let's begin. I want to wrap this up early and get back to Earth."
Thor laughed loudly, bold and delighted. "Harry, I like how clean and decisive you are! Come—let's have a proper fight!"
He tightened his grip on Mjolnir, and his armor trembled faintly with the movement.
In an instant, wind and clouds shifted. The blue sky was suddenly covered by thick storm clouds.
Layer upon layer of cloud pressed together and churned, like massive beasts lying in wait, ready to pounce.
It felt as if the whole world was being wrapped in that power. Everyone held their breath, eyes locked on Thor.
As though with a single swing of Mjolnir, the thunder in those clouds would fall like divine punishment, carrying world-shattering force—obeying his will and smashing down on Harry.
Just like Loki, Thor was fiercely proud in his own domain. His beard twitched as he spoke, confident and heroic.
"See? I told you, Harry! The God of Thunder is the true master of thun—ah!"
Before he could finish, a shard of Uru alloy wrapped in crackling electric arcs, carrying an aura of destruction, screamed toward Thor at a blinding speed.
It cut through the air with a piercing whistle, as if even space itself had been torn open by an invisible slash.
Boom!
A deafening impact exploded as the alloy fragment slammed into Thor. The massive force launched his body backward.
Thor flew uncontrollably and ended up embedded in the thick wall at the edge of the arena.
The hard wall cracked under the force. Stones rained down, burying him beneath rubble.
Before the dust even settled, Harry flicked his wand again. An invisible force reached precisely into the debris and slowly dragged out a dizzy, dazed Thor.
Then Harry swung his wand once more. His magic resonated with the thunder above—and he successfully seized control of it.
In the next moment, Harry slashed his wand downward.
A terrifyingly thick bolt of lightning crashed from the heavens like an enraged thunder dragon, roaring with a world-ending momentum as it struck straight down onto Thor.
Thor—so confident, claiming he didn't fear lightning—had absolutely no dignity left now.
He collapsed on the ground, trembling under the savage current. Every inch of muscle spasmed uncontrollably. His face twisted with pain and disbelief.
Watching this, the smile on Harry's face only grew.
Hands in his pockets, he strolled past Thor with an easy, relaxed gait, heading straight toward Tony.
As he passed Thor, he tilted his head slightly, full of mockery. "Ah, so it's Thor. Tell you what—stop calling yourself the God of Thunder. Call yourself the God of Hammers instead. I'm the real God of Thunder!"
Loki stood off to the side, watching the absurdly dramatic scene. His face—still dark from earlier—was filled with delighted schadenfreude.
His gaze stayed locked on Thor, miserable and shaking under the electricity, and a hard-to-describe satisfaction surged through him.
Yes, Loki had suffered too.
But the moment he realized Thor looked even more pathetic than him right now, it suddenly felt like everything had been worth it.
"Heh… hahahaha," Loki chuckled under his breath, the laughter laced with sarcasm and smug delight. "The God of Thunder being defeated by thunder… in thousands of years of Asgard's history, I doubt there's ever been anything more ridiculous or funnier than this."
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Back on Earth, the familiar sights came into view. The first thing Tony saw was Pepper, sitting in that soft leather chair.
She sat with elegant posture, her laptop resting steadily on her long, straight legs, fully focused on the dense documents on the screen. It looked like she'd been working for a long time.
Tony was bursting with excitement. He took a few quick strides to her side, movements urgent and almost childlike.
Before Pepper could even react, he reached out and gently closed her laptop, then dumped everything that had happened in Asgard onto her in one breath.
As Tony spoke, Pepper's expression looked like someone had spilled an entire rack of seasonings onto her face—shock, confusion, disbelief, all mixed together.
After a long moment, she finally stammered, uncertainty overflowing as she asked Harry, "Y-you… you just defeated Thor? That Thor from Norse mythology, the one who holds Mjolnir and controls lightning?"
Harry remained calm, his tone flat, as if he were discussing something completely ordinary. "Not just Thor. Loki too. But it's really not a big deal. They're just slightly stronger aliens, that's all."
Hearing that, Tony couldn't help remembering the ruinous thunder rolling over the arena earlier. His mouth twitched.
This is the world of sorcerers?
That level of power is only 'slightly stronger'?
Before this, Tony had been extremely satisfied with his magic armor suit. Now, thinking about it, it felt ridiculously low-end.
No—he had to upgrade it as soon as possible. Even if he couldn't beat Thor, he at least needed enough power to defeat Loki.
Right now, Tony's heart felt like it had been set on fire. He wanted nothing more than to dive straight into his lab.
But before that, there was something extremely important that had to be handled immediately.
He raised his wrist and checked the time. Perfect. In fifteen minutes, General Ross would represent the military and negotiate with Harry about whether the military would bring magic into their forces.
The top floor of Stark Industries Tower was special—it was basically Tony's home. Other than Tony, Pepper, and a select few, almost no one had the right to enter.
Harry could come up only because of his close relationship with Tony. But General Ross did not have that privilege.
So the meeting between Ross and Harry was set in an office on the floor below.
Fifteen minutes later, the office atmosphere quietly grew heavy.
Harry and Tony sat side by side on one side of the desk. General Ross and another officer sat on the other.
Both of them folded their hands on the tabletop, backs straight, faces stern. Their sharp eyes swept between Harry and Tony, trying to apply pressure.
But one was a detached candidate for Sorcerer Supreme, and the other was one of the world's top tycoons. They'd seen everything. They weren't impressed.
Ross's posturing did nothing. Seeing Harry and Tony's impatient faces—like they might stand up and leave at any second—Ross had no choice but to speak first.
"Mr. Potter, I want to ask: where are Hulk and Abomination right now? They are important military assets. They cannot be lost."
Harry yawned, replying lazily, "How would I know? I haven't even seen them."
Ross's gaze hardened. He threatened, "I hope Mr. Potter doesn't make a mistake. Otherwise, the military may take extreme measures."
Hearing that, Harry became a bit more serious—but what he said nearly scared Ross out of his skin.
He looked at Ross with a solemn expression and asked, "Are you saying you want to represent the military… and declare war on Kamar-Taj?"
The most absurd thing is that Thor is actually afraid of being electrocuted?
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