"This is the first time I've ever seen a dragon as scummy as you."
Andrew saw where the blood mist came from and shook his head. He clapped his hands hard, gathering all the dark clouds together. Then the clouds gradually dispersed, leaving only lightning, which formed a short-handled hammer crackling with electricity.
"Mjolnir! How is that possible?"
Chthon was astonished at the sight of the hammer. What ability could summon Thor's Hammer? After all that commotion, shouldn't it normally have unleashed an offensive ability like a Lightning Pillar or a barrage of ten thousand thunderbolts?
"Could the Mechanical Demon King be helping him? That doesn't make sense. If he really were helping, it certainly wouldn't be with just a hammer."
Chthon was deeply suspicious. "Besides, the King of Abilities has the upper hand right now. No matter how you look at it, the Mechanical Demon King wouldn't offer help."
"You definitely don't recognize this hammer, but Chthon, who's backing you, does."
Andrew raised his hand, and the somewhat insubstantial Thor's Hammer flew into his grasp. Then he introduced it. "This is Mjolnir, Thor's Hammer from Norse Mythology. Of course, I created it with an ability. It isn't real.
"The ability, Fantasy Materialization, can manifest not only ordinary weapons, but even items from myths and legends."
Fantasy Materialization wasn't an ability Andrew had copied from some ability user. It was one he had created himself.
That was right—an ability he had created himself. Thanks to the Great Era of Abilities and the universe's favor, Andrew's mastery of ability rules had advanced by leaps and bounds lately. He could now create his own abilities, even abilities that possessed the power of rules.
The viewers marveled at his words. "There's an ability that powerful? Could it manifest Gilgamesh's Gate of Babylon, then?"