Hell metaphor?

Chapter 42: Hell... A Metaphor?

Fang Mo was utterly bewildered.

He really couldn't figure out what kind of mod this was.

Even worse, his system was incredibly aloof, only acknowledging him when specific conditions were met. Otherwise, it just played dead, completely unresponsive even to his curses.

"Damn it, this is unbelievable."

Looking at the progress bar in his mind, which was only at 20%, Fang Mo felt completely numb.

Regarding his ability to unlock new mods through his stand-in, Fang Mo was still in the exploration phase. He didn't know if this current situation counted as being stuck.

Did he need to unlock one mod before he could unlock new ones?

Or could he actually unlock multiple mods simultaneously?

For example, in the technology-oriented mods, if he suddenly triggered an unknown mod but didn't know how to unlock it, could he go to Kamar-Taj and mess around to unlock magic-oriented mods in that situation?

As Fang Mo was contemplating these questions, a sound of air being broken suddenly echoed from not too far away.

"Hmm?"

Fang Mo looked up and saw a small black dot in the sky rapidly expanding, flying towards the Asgardian Warriors.

The next second, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck from the sky. In an instant, the entire small town flashed with white light. Soon, a figure stood up from the ground, rolling thunder transforming into his armor and cape.

It was clear that Thor, the God of Thunder, had finally regained his divine power.

After retrieving his divine power, Thor's entire body was enveloped in lightning. Without even greeting anyone, he raised his hammer and flew towards the outskirts of the town, appearing filled with battle spirit.

However, when he flew out of town and saw the two giant rock spheres on the ground, he was completely stunned.

"This..."

Thor stared at the rock spheres below, his face filled with confusion. "Where did the Destroyer Armor go?"

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out.

"You're too slow. I already took care of this piece of junk."

Hearing the voice, Thor instinctively looked down. He saw Fang Mo, who was searching for something in the large crater, and was also slightly taken aback. "It's you? Archmage?"

"Just call me Fang Mo," Fang Mo said, while examining the large crater at his feet.

"Fang Mo."

Thor slowly descended from the sky, looking curiously at Fang Mo. "The Destroyer Armor is Father's armor. Have you really dealt with it? And... what are you doing now?"

"I'm retrieving my weapon."

As Fang Mo spoke, he raised his hand towards the ground.

He had used too much force when fighting the Destroyer Armor, and the Manyullyn Cleaver had plunged deep into the earth. Fortunately, Fang Mo had the Ender Field. As he activated his ability, the ground began to tremble violently.

The next second, a giant cleaver, as wide as a door panel, flew out from underground and was caught by Fang Mo.

"Uh..."

Thor was immediately stunned upon seeing this. "This is your weapon?"

"It's a metal forged from a mixture of Ardite ore, unique to hell, and cobalt. I call it Manyullyn," Fang Mo said, casually slinging the heavy cleaver over his shoulder. "I've also bestowed upon it a magic enchantment of never-ending durability. It's no worse than Asgard's Uru."

"But..."

Thor seemed utterly confused. "Aren't you a mage?"

"Do you understand magic? Are you a mage?" Fang Mo retorted directly. "Although casting magic does require a medium, and Kamar-Taj prefers rings or other small accessories, while Hogwarts excels at using wands... who says the shape of a magic medium can't be a sword?"

"This..."

Thor was stunned.

For some reason, he suddenly felt that what the other person said made some sense.

Yes, his own brother Loki was a mage. Due to his frail physique, he couldn't become a valiant warrior.

His mother, Frigga, doted on Loki and passed on her magic to him. However, Loki didn't act like a mage at all. Of all the powerful spells, he only learned illusions. Then, during fights, he would use illusions to confuse enemies head-on while his real body secretly flanked them, sneakily using a small dagger to stab them in the kidneys.

That small dagger was a gift from Frigga to Loki, and it was indeed a magical item.

So, thinking about it carefully, a magic medium could indeed be made into the shape of a knife. Perhaps it was because Loki's strength was too weak, making him unable to wield a greatsword, that he chose something like a small knife.

But aren't mages supposed to be weak in strength but powerful in spells?

What was going on with the person in front of him?

Could a human even lift that giant blade?

"Alright, perhaps I was ignorant," Thor finally gave up thinking. "In any case, thank you for your help, Fang Mo. But now I must go back and have a serious talk with my brother. If there's a chance in the future, I'll invite you to Asgard as a guest."

After speaking, Thor began to spin his hammer, preparing to fly away.

"Wait."

Fang Mo suddenly said.

"Huh?"

Thor was stunned and stopped what he was doing with his hands. "What's wrong?"

"Not in the future," Fang Mo said with a smile. "What if the Bifrost explodes one day? So I've decided to go back with you now..."

"This..."

Thor hesitated. "Although we Asgardians are indeed hospitable, I'm going back this time to deal with a crisis. My brother wants to kill my father and seize the throne of Asgard..."

"Don't worry, your brother isn't as bad as you think."

Fang Mo waved his hand. "He still has feelings for you. He just wants to destroy Jotunheim and kill all the Frost Giants."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Thor was utterly confused. "No, why would he do that?"

"Because he is a Frost Giant. When Odin was conquering Jotunheim, he found an abandoned infant in the Ice Palace Hall. It was the child of Laufey, the King of the Frost Giants, who was left in a corner to die because he was too frail."

Fang Mo spread his hands. "Now that Loki knows the truth, his mind has collapsed... But to be fair, it's actually understandable."

"It's like a Black person who grew up in a capitalist family, only to discover as an adult that his father found him in a cotton field. His family usually applied a lot of baby powder to him, making him mistakenly believe he was white. Then, you insisted on taking him to the bathhouse, and the moment he sat in the pool, he discovered his true identity, realizing he was the 'free farm labor machine' his father always talked about. If that happened to you, wouldn't your mind collapse?"

"...You're saying Loki is a Frost Giant?"

Thor's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is that possible! His skin isn't even blue!"

"I already told you, that was baby powder... Pfft, I mean, Odin gave him magical blessings," Fang Mo said, touching his forehead. "Once he comes into contact with ice energy, his bloodline awakens. He didn't know his origins at all, but you insisted on taking them to invade Jotunheim, allowing Loki to come into contact with the Frost Giants' magic, which is how he learned everything."

"This..."

Hearing this, Thor took two steps back in a daze. "Did I cause all of this?"