You Say the Hammer Is Yours? Call Out to It and See If It Answers!

Boom!!!

The Bifrost, imbued with immense power, seemed capable of piercing through the stars!

The entire Gobi Desert seemed to tremble, and a vast amount of energy was released, like a floodgate being opened, instantly submerging hundreds of miles around!

A massive Stormfront swept through, but fortunately, this time the "Bifrost" was not used for attack, but rather for teleportation, with surging and turbulent air currents, and dust and gravel as sharp as knives.

Finally, after the dust settled, a black man clad in golden armor stood with his hands on his sword in an extremely pretentious pose.

"Midgard, that's not something you can take." The black man's gaze was cold, his attitude arrogant, like a god looking down upon mortals. His tone carried an unquestionable air. "Now, put down 'Mjolnir,' and I may forgive your sins!"

However, after the black man finished his supposedly impressive opening remarks, he waited for a long time but did not receive the response he expected.

He paused for a few seconds, then saw the "human" opposite him staring intently at the runic patterns formed by the energy impact of the Bifrost on the ground, as if he were mesmerized.

Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifrost appointed by the Allfathers, was actually ignored by a mere Midgard?

"Mortal, you..."

"Shh, don't make any noise."

Alvin crouched down and carefully examined the rune patterns left on the ground.

In the Marvel universe, the Asgard derive their power from the "World Tree," which is the "rune" knowledge that Odin obtained. God of Thunder's strongest form in the comics is also known as the "Rune God King."

This is enough to show that both the Bifrost and those seemingly miraculous powers originate from the World Tree's "runes".

The patterns formed by the impact of the Bifrost's energy are the external manifestation of the power of "runes".

For him, the Bifrost... is more than just a "teleportation" device.

Or rather, teleportation is merely icing on the cake; its true purpose is to shake the Nine Realms!

Just like humanity's "atomic bomb," the "Bifrost" is even more powerful. If that energy were not used for "transmission" but instead fell directly onto the surface of a planet, it could destroy a planet in an instant!

In the movie, Thor is tricked by Loki and finds himself and the others trapped in Jotunheim, surrounded by ice giants.

Just when all seemed lost, Odin descended on the Bifrost, his immense energy stunning everyone, including the Progenitor the Frost Giants. Later, Loki even used the Bifrost to nearly destroy the entire world.

In terms of sheer power, the Bifrost is actually less valuable than a single Whirlwind Torpedo, which is cheaper, more economical, and more practical.

However, the Bifrost can transport a large number of soldiers to the front lines at once, which is something that the Imperium of Man covet most.

If I could have this thing, Alvin would trade the Void Claw for it.

The Void Claw, in the end, can only create "black holes," and is essentially just a "weapon" with immense destructive power. But the Bifrost is different; it has both deterrent value and extremely high strategic value!

"Mortal!!!"

Having been left out and ignored for so long, Heimdall finally became angry.

An outburst of energy pulled Alvin back to reality. He turned to look at Heimdall, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed an unnatural disgust.

Damn, he's almost developed a phobia of Nicotine.

Why is it that every "nigger" I run into seems to have some kind of mental problem?

"It's not gentlemanly to disturb others so abruptly." Alvin straightened his hair, glanced at Heimdall whose veins were bulging, and said calmly, "Fine, I'll let it slide since your skin color is correct, blackie."

"Nigger?" Heimdall paused for a few seconds, not quite understanding the meaning of the word.

But he didn't bother to ask, his gaze fixed on Thor's Hammer, and he resumed his previous arrogant demeanor. "Midgard, put down your hammer! It is not a divine weapon that mortals can touch!"

"Why should I? Give me a reason." Alvin laughed, completely disregarding his threat. "Mortal, this is an artifact belonging to Asgard!" Heimdall reiterated, his tone serious. "Now, immediately, put down that hammer and leave this place, and I can pretend nothing happened!"

"Wait, you're saying this hammer is yours?" Alvin tilted his head, holding the hammer, and glanced at him sideways.

This question caught Heimdall off guard; he couldn't say the hammer was his, otherwise he would be overstepping his bounds.

Therefore, Heimdall downplayed the seriousness of the matter and sternly rebuked, "Mortal, this belongs to the realm of Asgard!"

"This is a divine artifact bestowed upon God of Thunder by the King of Gods. It is not something a mere mortal like you can take. Put it down now!"

"You say so, so it is?" Alvin's temper flared up as well.

Originally, he was just playing around with it and didn't intend to take the hammer with him.

This thing isn't very useful; in fact, it's just a nuisance. It's best left for God of Thunder to handle himself, especially since Odin is there too.

However, the black man's arrogant attitude upon meeting him made him feel very uncomfortable.

My grandpa said that things other people throw on the ground are things they don't want.

As he spoke, Alvin swung the hammer, turned his head away, and sneered, "You say this thing is yours? Show me the proof. Call it, and if it responds, I'll give it back to you, how about it?"

"Heimdall was numb; calling out to this thing wouldn't help."

"Listen, mortal!" He glared at Alvin through gritted teeth, gripping the golden sword tightly, and said with a threatening tone, "Put down that hammer right now, or... don't blame me for being impolite!"

"What, you're resorting to outright robbery just because you can't stand up to your argument?"

Alvin gripped the hammer tighter, a "bright" smile spreading across his face, "Fine, you asked for it, don't say I'm bullying you!"

What kind of nobody dares to act tough in front of him?

He hates black people more than anything in his life!

It's all because of those black guys he encountered when he first transmigrated; they caused him a lot of psychological trauma!

You'll regret this, mortal!

Heimdall was furious. How dare a mere mortal defy the guardian of the Bifrost in Asgard!

He immediately drew his golden sword, his face filled with arrogance, like a divine knight. "Mortal, you are honored to fight Heimdall, the guardian of the Bifrost of Asgard, appointed by the Father of the Gods. I will bestow upon you glory and death!"

"Um?"

When Alvin wielded Thor's Hammer, he realized, "Where's the power of God of Thunder I was promised?"

In his hands, the hammer seemed to be nothing more than a solid iron hammer!

Okay, okay, is this how you play it?

Alvin was furious but laughed. No wonder he fell into his hands; it turned out that old bastard Odin was playing dirty tricks.

"Hmph, mortal, did you see that?" Heimdall, though his sword missed its mark, felt extremely pleased to see the stunned Alvin. He sneered, "How dare a mere mortal wield the artifact bestowed upon Thor by the Allfather?!"

He wasn't stupid; when he saw Alvin wielding Thor's Hammer but without being granted divine power, he already guessed what was going on.

Otherwise, why would he be so foolish as to draw his sword against someone with the power of God of Thunder?

"It really is a broken hammer." Alvin sneered, then threw the hammer away and turned to look at Heimdall, slowly saying, "Originally, I just wanted to teach you a lesson, but now it seems... I'd better beat you half to death instead."

Do they really think he's at their mercy without his hammer?

"Perfect timing, I've learned a few moves from Hilda these past few days."

2

Deep within Alvin's eyes, it seemed as if flames and lightning were intertwining, and the surrounding temperature plummeted.

Soon, the chilling cold spread and covered the Gobi Desert with layers of frost. Even though Heimdall was wearing armor, he could still feel the chill that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. When he looked at Alvin, it was as if he was enveloped by a surging wave of malice!

Alvin's fingers, which had been spread wide, suddenly clenched. "Blood Boil! Suffocating Pressure!"

In an instant, Heimdall felt as if his blood was being ignited by fire, his vision blurred, and the air seemed to be taken away from him.

But the "punishment" awaiting him is not over yet!

"Weak!"

"Life Drain!"

This time, it's a Psychic Power technique belonging to the Biomancy.

Heimdall immediately felt weak all over, every muscle and bone felt numb and limp.

But what terrified him even more was that his life energy seemed to be drained away like a floodgate had been opened, and in just a few seconds, he had aged hundreds of years, with white hair appearing at his temples.

Heimdall's eyes widened, and he wanted to scream in terror.

But, deprived of the air to breathe, he couldn't even shout; he could only stare at Alvin with a look of both terror and horror.

"Mind Shriek!"

Alvin took a deep breath, sensing the gathering Warp energy, and let out a Psychic Power howl!

This howl struck Heimdall's very soul.

As time passed, he felt as if countless tormented and agonizing souls were tearing at his soul, dragging him into the abyss!

"Crush!"

"Gravity Crush!"

"Psychic Impact!"

"Breath of Flame!"

"Blazing Radiance!"

"The Sunlight Barrage!!!"

After finishing the output in one go, Alvin immediately felt much better, as his depressed mood improved considerably.

Looking at Heimdall, who lay limp like a dead dog, his body engulfed in flames and barely clinging to life, he sneered, casually tossing his hammer over. It landed on Heimdall, and he looked up at the sky. "He insulted me first, so it's perfectly reasonable for me to spare his life, isn't it?"

The lingering, rolling dark clouds slowly dissipated.

Very well, it seems "Odin" also agrees. Alvin glanced at Heimdall on the ground, then turned and left.