The Most Miserable God, and the Weakest God

Coulson's subordinate had been right.

On a hillside not far away, Thor was sneaking toward the meteor crater.

Jane Foster and Dr. Selvig had wanted to help as well, but Thor had politely refused. The crater had long since been sealed off by the government, which to Thor meant it was heavily guarded.

He did not want these two kind Midgardians risking their lives with him.

However, Thor had clearly overestimated his own abilities.

Back when he had been Thor, he had always preferred head-on combat. Put simply, he was a muscle-brained brute, so he had no experience with infiltration whatsoever. Not to mention that he had now lost his divine power.

He thought his stealth skills were exceptional, but what he had not expected was—

The surveillance cameras in the corner recorded every single thing he did.

"What should we do now?"

Inside the base, Hawkeye naturally noticed Thor sneaking in. He had already taken the compound bow from his back and entered combat readiness. "Should we capture and interrogate him directly?"

"Wait."

Coulson clearly had his own thoughts. Nick Fury had probably told him something before leaving. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Let him come in first. I want to see whether he can actually lift that Hammer."

"I understand."

Hawkeye nodded upon hearing that.

Though he was highly skilled, he had come from an agent background after all, so he roughly understood the implication behind Coulson's words.

Fang Mo had indeed said that Thor could no longer lift the Hammer, but Nick Fury was suspicious by nature. He could not fully trust anyone, so he had likely instructed Coulson to think for himself and not listen to Fang Mo completely.

Of course, Fang Mo did not care about that.

He only wanted to use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s authority to help himself unlock mods. There was no need to win these people's favor or trust.

Fang Mo could not be bothered with that. It was meaningless.

In any case, with Coulson's tacit approval, the agents around them deliberately went easy on him.

Thor soon infiltrated the base. Seeing the meteor crater ahead, he was overjoyed. He was about to reclaim his divine power.

As though it were calling out to Thor, Thor's Hammer began to emit a powerful electromagnetic field.

Thick storm clouds rapidly gathered in the night sky. Accompanied by a thunderclap, torrential rain came pouring down. Interfered with by the powerful electromagnetic field, all the electronic equipment in the base immediately descended into chaos.

At that moment, Thor ripped away a section of tarp and entered the meteor crater.

The moment he saw Thor's Hammer on the ground, Thor revealed a relieved smile. Without another thought, he walked over and tried to pick up his weapon.

Yet the instant his hand closed around the handle, his smile froze.

For some unknown reason, his former weapon had become as heavy as a thousand pounds. No matter how hard Thor strained, even with veins bulging from his forehead, it simply lay there without moving an inch.

It was as though it were rejecting its master.

In that instant, Thor experienced what it felt like to fall from heaven into Nether.

Unwillingness, regret, disappointment, rage, pain—all those emotions flooded into his heart, making him throw back his head and let out a mournful roar like some laughable madman.

"No!!!"

The thunderstorm filling the sky seemed like mockery now. Raindrops struck the ground, splashing mud everywhere.

Once he realized he could not reclaim his divine power, Thor seemed to lose all his strength. He dropped to his knees in the mud, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought. He allowed the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents rushing in to restrain him and take him to the interrogation room.

Coulson soon went in to interrogate Thor.

But the results were far from ideal.

After discovering that he could not lift the Hammer, Thor had shut himself off completely. No matter what Coulson asked, he gave no response. Simply put, he had lost all heart. This blow had likely hit him hard.

After some thought, Coulson decided to let him calm down first.

If the guy still refused to say anything afterward, Coulson would not mind using Truth Serum. S.H.I.E.L.D. was, after all, quite professional when it came to interrogation.

But honestly, Thor's earlier performance had left Coulson deeply disappointed.

Fang Mo had said he was Thor, yet the guy could neither fly nor shoot lightning. He could not even lift the Hammer, and his fighting skills were a complete mess. He relied entirely on his strong body to wildly beat people up.

Even if he had lost his divine power, a god should at least possess some godly bearing, shouldn't he?

Where was his confidence as a god?

Where were his wisdom and glory as a god?

Thinking back on Thor's previous behavior, Coulson felt that rather than a god, he resembled a delusional lunatic who happened to be physically strong.

Honestly, aside from Fang Mo's words—

There was no evidence whatsoever proving that Thor was the Thor from Norse mythology.

Coulson even began to doubt Fang Mo a little, wondering whether Fang Mo's prophetic abilities were really that accurate. Unlike Nick Fury, Coulson had not spent much time around Fang Mo and did not know just how many secrets Fang Mo possessed about S.H.I.E.L.D., or even this world.

Just as Coulson sank into thought, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

"Sir?"

One of Coulson's subordinates turned to him and said, "This guy really seems to have mental problems. Look, he appears to be talking to himself in the mirror. Should we call in a psychiatrist?"

"Hm?"

Coulson looked up in confusion.

Through the one-way glass, he found that Thor did indeed seem to be speaking to someone. He was not talking to himself, because his eyes were fixed on the mirror on the wall, his expression utterly sincere, as though he were truly communicating with something.

However, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s equipment was extremely comprehensive. They had not only surveillance cameras but even thermal imaging. The facts proved that there was absolutely nothing in the room.

That made Thor seem even more suspicious. Maybe he really did have some serious disorder like delusions.

"Turn on the audio. Let's hear what he's saying."

After thinking for a moment, Coulson gave the order.

The agent nodded, then pressed a button. Thor's voice soon came through the speakers. "I should be the one apologizing. Thank you for coming to see me one last... Wait, Loki, what's wrong!?"

As he spoke, Thor seemed to see something. A bewildered, helpless expression immediately appeared on his face, while a dull crashing sound suddenly rang out.

The next second, green light flashed.

A lean man suddenly appeared in the interrogation room.