System Prompt: A new mod trait has been detected. Research it to gain download permissions.
Fang Mo froze for a moment when he heard the system notification.
To be honest, he had no idea which new mod the system had detected. Was it the one that had already been unlocked to eighty percent, or was it an entirely new mod?
But whichever mod it was, it definitely had something to do with the two things on the ground.
So Fang Mo subconsciously glanced down.
In that moment of distraction, Loki instantly left an illusion behind and ran outside without a word.
"..."
Frigga witnessed everything, but she pretended not to notice. Her face remained panicked and distressed. After all, Loki was a child she had raised since he was young. No mother wanted to see her child in danger.
Of course, Fang Mo noticed Loki's little trick, but he could not be bothered to stop him. That was Thor's family business. In the end, it would have to be settled by their family.
As for himself, he should hurry up and study the mod.
With that thought, Fang Mo plunged the Manyullyn Cleaver into the ground beside him, then bent down and picked up the two artifacts to examine them in his hands.
"Hmm?"
Frigga found this rather strange.
Loki's illusion was still standing there with its hands raised, yet Fang Mo paid it no attention at all. He only lowered his head and studied the Ancient Winter Coffin and Gungnir. Was he simply too confident in his own strength?
Or could he, like her, see through Loki's illusions?
After thinking it over, Frigga could not help but speak.
"Who... are you?"
"I'm Thor's friend." Fang Mo studied the artifacts in his hands, then looked up and gave Frigga a friendly smile. "Don't worry, I bear no ill will toward Asgard. I'm just interested in the structure of these things. I'll return them after I study them."
As he spoke, the system notification sounded again.
System Prompt: You have mastered the extreme cold trait of the 'Ancient Winter Coffin.' You have gained 25% download permission for a new mod.
"Hmm?"
Fang Mo's expression became somewhat complicated when he heard the notification.
He was a little happy, but also a little conflicted.
He was happy because mod unlocking could be triggered through multiple paths.
What troubled him was that, even now, he had no idea what mod the Destroyer Armor had triggered, nor how he was supposed to find the remaining twenty percent of its new traits.
"If only I could know the mod's name."
Fang Mo sighed. Now that he could trigger new mods without even knowing their names, even if he wanted to unlock one, he would not know what he was supposed to touch.
Take this mod, for example. The extreme cold trait gave him twenty-five percent new mod download permission, then expected him to blindly guess what the mod was...
How the hell was anyone supposed to guess that?
"Forget it... I'll just have to be more grabby in the future. Whatever I see, I'll go touch it a couple of times."
Fang Mo took a deep breath, then handed the Ancient Winter Coffin and Gungnir back to Frigga. "I'm done researching them. I'll return these to you first."
"Uh, all right."
Frigga had not expected Fang Mo to actually return them. She seemed a little surprised, but she still accepted the two artifacts and walked back to Odin's side, continuing to guard him.
Fang Mo glanced at Frigga.
As if sensing it, she looked back at him at the same time.
Honestly, Fang Mo felt quite sorry for Thor.
Other than Stark, who had been forced by the plot to snap his fingers in Avengers 4, Thor was probably the character who had left the deepest impression on Fang Mo throughout the entire Marvel movie series.
Because this guy really had it rough.
First, the Cursed Warrior stabbed his mother to death, and not long after that, his father died too.
Then, just when he finally got an older sister, she crushed his beloved Mjolnir the moment she appeared and gouged out one of his eyes. Of course, she died in the end as well.
Even Loki, his brother who had bickered with him all the way and faked his death, was personally strangled to death by Thanos in Avengers 3.
Then the homeland he had lived in for nearly a thousand years... Asgard exploded outright, and half the people who escaped with him were slaughtered by Thanos.
After enduring a heat beam of tens of millions of degrees and forging the kingly weapon Stormbreaker, he somehow swung it crooked. Thanos successfully snapped his fingers, mocked him before fleeing, and by the time Thor found him later, Thanos had already destroyed the Infinity Stones. It was safe to say that all hope had been cut off.
After that, Thor completely gave up and turned into a jolly beer guy.
As his weight increased, his combat power plummeted in a straight line. By Avengers 4, the man who could originally have chopped six-Stone Thanos to pieces nearly got the shit beaten out of him by a Thanos with no Stones at all.
Later, Captain America had to pick up his Hammer and save Thor in a practically NTR-like fashion. Otherwise, he would not even have survived until the ending.
And apparently, in Thor 4, even his ex-girlfriend was terminally ill with cancer.
No, seriously... just how miserable was Thor's life?
Even Fang Mo could barely stand watching it anymore. Screenwriters, could you at least pick someone else? Why did they always have to keep screwing over the same person?
After thinking for a moment, Fang Mo spoke to Frigga. "Uh, well, God Queen... I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" Frigga looked at Fang Mo in confusion.
"Do you want to die?"
Fang Mo asked directly.
"..."
Frigga said nothing. She merely looked at Fang Mo as though he were an idiot.
"Ahem, all right, let me put that another way." Fang Mo realized that his question had been a little stupid. Rubbing his forehead, he said, "What I mean is... do you know when you'll die? Or how you'll die?"
"Thor's friend, I understand what you mean."
Frigga smiled faintly. "I was raised by witches, and there are some things I know. I suppose you must be like the Sorcerer Supreme who guards Midgard, capable of foreseeing certain things that will happen in the future, correct?"
"I know you're not afraid of death."
Seeing that Frigga understood immediately, Fang Mo did not beat around the bush anymore. He spread his hands and said, "But honestly, as a mother, dying in front of your own child... isn't that a little too cruel?"
"This is fate's arrangement."
Frigga shook her head.
"The last guy who called himself destiny had his dog head chopped off by your son." Fang Mo shook his head. "Fate can't hurt Thor, but you can."
"..."
Frigga fell silent at that. After a moment, she finally asked, "You saw Thor suffer greatly in the future, didn't you?"
"I'd suggest that you see it for yourself."
As Fang Mo spoke, he slowly rose and walked toward the door. He had said more or less everything he needed to say. What happened next depended on her own wishes.
But as he passed Frigga, he took out an Enchanted Golden Apple and placed it beside her.
"This is..."
Frigga looked at the Golden Apple in confusion. She could sense that it was extraordinary, a rare treasure worthy of being placed in the Asgard Treasury.
"This is my goodwill toward you as a mother, and toward Asgard as well."
Fang Mo waved his hand and continued toward the door. However, when he reached the entrance, he suddenly seemed to remember something and turned back. "Oh, right... may I ask where Asgard's treasury is?"
"I'd like to take a look around."
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