This small hammer seemed to bear the weight of the entire universe, becoming a taboo beyond the reach of mortals.
The hammer's appearance was unassuming, without ornate decorations or ancient runes engraved upon it. It simply lay there quietly, giving off a faint yet impossible-to-ignore glow.
Yet it was precisely this simplicity and ordinariness that stirred the curiosity and yearning buried deep within people's hearts.
Like a wildfire sweeping across the plains, the news spread rapidly through New Mexico, drawing wave after wave of challengers filled with dreams and daring.
In Western culture, people had always held an almost obsessive faith in objects that appeared impossible to move or pull free.
Such objects were often regarded as symbols of supernatural power or kingly worthiness.
The story of King Arthur pulling the Sword in the Stone from solid rock and thus being crowned king of England had long been deeply ingrained in people's minds. Thor, meanwhile, had proven his noble status as the King of Gods of Asgard through a hammer no one else could lift.
Now, this mysteriously descended hammer had undoubtedly become the new "Holy Grail" in everyone's eyes. Everyone dreamed of becoming the lucky one chosen by fate.
By the time Agent Coulson arrived at the scene, the sight before him could no longer be described as mere desolation.
The place where the hammer had fallen had become the stage for a nationwide carnival.
People poured in from every direction, their faces brimming with excitement and anticipation, as though a feast that would determine their destinies was about to unfold.
The vendors had caught the scent of opportunity and pushed their carts over one after another, selling all kinds of food and drinks, including no small number of miraculous beverages that claimed to boost strength and awaken hidden