Even Gods Felt the Cold

Odin's Sleep.

An Asgardian's divine power was proportional to their age. Once that power reached a certain level, they needed sleep to regulate the divine power within them. Odin's Odinforce was simply too powerful, so at regular intervals, he entered Odin's Sleep to adjust his own strength.

Inside the vast, brilliant, golden, and solemn chamber.

The sleeping Odin was tall and burly, resembling a strong, vigorous middle-aged man. A white beard covered his face, one eye was hidden beneath an eyepatch, and his expression was dignified and imposing, such that no one dared challenge his authority.

Even in sleep, he was still the King of the Gods.

As for Loki, he was only acting as his temporary proxy.

Though asleep, Odin had not lost his awareness. He still watched over everything and worried over all that Thor and Loki did.

Especially when someone who could gain Mjolnir's recognition appeared, making Odin feel that something was deeply amiss.

Odin had once placed an enchantment on Mjolnir. Only one deemed worthy could lift it.

As for what qualifications were required, that was entirely up to Odin himself.

Any being unworthy of lifting Mjolnir needed strength at least equal to Odin's. In other words, any being unable to lift Mjolnir was weaker than Odin.

So the question was—

Why could He-El lift Mjolnir?

Odin did not believe He-El had been acknowledged by Mjolnir. That was impossible.

Mjolnir acknowledged He-El... Odin found that extraordinarily strange.

He-El... he was certainly no ordinary man.

At Loki's command.

The Destroyer, which had risen from the dust, began to tremble. An oppressive aura filled the air, enough to make one cough blood.

Thor, Tony Stark, Loki, and Odin were all watching this moment.

"Something's wrong with the Destroyer!"

Thor's expression abruptly changed. He sensed the Destroyer's powerful energy