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Asgard's celebrations remained as bold and uninhibited as ever—great mouthfuls of meat, huge bowls of wine—and Thor once again happily began his hammer game.

Setting aside Mjolnir's own weight, it was also bound by a "rule" decreed by Odin, the Allfather. Other than those recognized by Mjolnir's conditions, only someone whose power surpassed Odin's at the time he set those conditions could wield it!

A major reason Vision could lift Mjolnir, aside from the Mind Stone, was that his consciousness itself contained part of Thor's way of thinking.

As for everyone else, aside from being "deemed worthy," they could only rely on brute force.

The reason Xu Yue had been so eager for this banquet was that he wanted to use this simplest method to first test the price of making a little reckless move.

"Sure enough, I still can't lift it. I'm really jealous."

Xu Yue gripped the hammer's handle and kept trying, then finally let go. He punched Thor lightly on the shoulder and teased, "Looks like I'll have to go to Nidavellir and ask Eitri to forge something good for me."

"Haha, if you go, I think he'll give you that much face."

Thor laughed heartily. Though he had all sorts of shortcomings, he naturally gave off a personal charm that made people want to draw close to him.

Looking at Thor's hearty smile, Xu Yue merely shrugged with a faint laugh.

If I went all out, I could probably barely move it. But I wouldn't be able to lift it and fight with it.

In terms of raw power without using any Supreme Artifacts, I'm probably about on par with Odin back then. Maybe a little weaker, but not by much. We're on the same level.

As for the current, aged Odin...

*Well, that's still hard