Thor left the room and returned to his hammer. He looked at it, but, unfortunately, no matter what he tried, he couldn't lift it.
"Damn it!!! What do I have to do to get my power back?! Ah!!! Power, turn! Strength! Hammer, give me back my power!!! Ah!!!!"
Thor grabbed the hammer on the ground and roared furiously. The power within him surged and burst forth. At that moment, he seemed to feel his strength beginning to awaken, and his hammer starting to answer his call.
And then...
Nothing happened!
"No!!! Why!!! Father, what did I do wrong!!! Why!!!"
Thor knelt on the ground in sadness and helplessness, staring at his hammer with a look of misery. Even now, he didn't think he'd done anything wrong. What had he done wrong? He hadn't done anything wrong!!!
Why!!!
The plot had been completely changed. Now he ate and drank well every day, and hadn't encountered any danger. What's more, he'd spent this time getting hooked on all kinds of fantasy works, especially after discovering that chakra, the Warp, psychic powers, and the magic in Harry Potter were real.
He suddenly realized that his old power just didn't seem so appealing anymore. After all, although his previous power had indeed been formidable, compared with the powers in those fantasies, it was still infinitely weaker. Compared with the big shots in those works of imagination, he, Thor the God of Thunder, was nothing but a nobody.
He was no longer the same person he'd once been. Before, when he saw things from those fantasy works, he'd only laugh and think they were ridiculous. Now, he envied them. He even felt he might have a chance to gain such incredible power himself, since extraordinary powers from works of imagination, like chakra, had actually appeared.