Soon, Thor and a group of agents launched into a fierce, exhilarating battle. His card-playing skills had improved quite a bit lately, but so far, no one had gained mysterious powers through playing cards.
But that wasn't a problem. There were already precedents—not just one. The idea that something was an isolated case didn't hold up. The powers in those fictional works definitely existed. Just because they hadn't appeared yet didn't mean they wouldn't. Maybe tomorrow or the day after, they'd gain superhuman powers through cards, or through spinning tops, yo-yos, or cultivating immortality.
That was why, even though he could now transform divine power into electromagnetic force and unify the chakra in his body to form electricity-driven lightning, Thor still took these ridiculously chūnibyō games very seriously. He knew that even Magnetic Rotation was nothing special in many works of fiction; it wasn't a top-tier power.
What's more, his magnetic power was actually different from the magnetic power in The Sea Tiger. He didn't have animal abilities, and his cells couldn't generate electricity through friction. He could only forcefully imitate it with divine power, like the Ultimate Monk.
Even so, his current strength was nothing like what it had been before. In fact, Thor now thought he ought to call himself Magnetic Thor.
Once he succeeded in cultivating immortality and sensed spiritual energy, maybe he could become an immortal. Or, once the powers in his game account became real, he might even ascend on the spot and achieve the highest level of existence. With a single thought, he could reshape or destroy all of Asgard—even the entire universe. It was a terrifying power.
In truth, he was immensely grateful that his old man had thrown him onto Earth, allowing him to keep up with the times. Otherwise, once Earth