What's Wrong with Being a Simp?!

Marvel Universe, Midgard.

This was the center of the Nine Realms, and it also had another name—Earth!

Yet with a thunderous roar, the sky suddenly churned with storm clouds, and a figure was blasted straight into the ground, falling unconscious.

That person was none other than the exiled Thor.

His divine power had been completely sealed, and without Mjolnir, he was only slightly stronger than an ordinary human.

"Whup-whup-whup—"

The sound of helicopter rotors filled the air.

Ever since he had joined the Dimensional Chat Group, the Marvel Universe had identified him as an anomaly. Thus, instead of his little girlfriend Jane giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, Thor was greeted by a military encirclement.

More than a dozen Black Hawk Helicopters circled overhead.

Their lights shone on Thor's face, causing him to groggily open his eyes and look around.

"Calling command! Calling command!"

"A young male has been found at the center of the thunderstorm."

"Should we eliminate him immediately, or detain him for thorough questioning?"

"..."

Radio communications rang out aboard the Black Hawk Helicopters.

Then, apparently having received orders, a squad of special forces rappelled down to the ground.

"Detain him for now."

"Hey, where did this guy come from? He survived such a massive thunderstorm?"

"Where's my hammer?!"

Thor pushed himself up, instinctively trying to summon his personal weapon.

Yet Mjolnir, which would normally fly to him the moment he willed it, even from tens of millions of miles away, gave no response no matter how he called for it. It was as though their connection had been completely severed.

For a moment, Thor was like a child, his emotions instantly flaring up.

Could it be that, just as the curse in his mind had said, his father had truly exiled him?!

"Where is my hammer?!"

"Okay, okay! I can tell this guy is seriously drunk."

"Heimdall! I know you can hear me! Open the Bifrost!" Thor shouted at the sky. "Take me back, now!"

"Looks like he has some mental issues too."

One of the special forces soldiers joked.

He had probably been hit head-on by that thunderstorm and gone completely crazy.

"You! Where is this place?! Alfheim? Nornheim?"

"This is New Mexico."

The special forces soldier raised his gun as he spoke.

This guy was mentally unstable. Better to stay cautious—if anything went wrong, they could shoot him immediately.

"Hey! You dare threaten the mighty Thor with such a tiny weapon—"

Bang—

A bullet grazed Thor's cheek.

With both his divine power and divine body sealed, his body—which had once been nearly impervious to blades and bullets, capable of even withstanding intercontinental missiles—could no longer defend against even a small bullet.

Bright red blood ran down his cheek.

"This guy has something wrong with his head. I suggest we move faster."

"Okay, okay! Get him, boys."

"If he resists, break his legs. Save us the trouble."

"..."

As though they had lost patience, the squad of special forces soldiers swarmed forward.

Their superb combat skills brought Thor straight to the ground. All four of his limbs were restrained, leaving him with no leverage to fight back.

Thor had learned some fighting techniques as a child, but in most battles, he simply unleashed the divine power within him and relied on Mjolnir's might to crush everything in his path.

He had never imagined that he would have to brawl with these people like some street thug.

What was more, he had been knocked to the ground in a single exchange. It was utterly humiliating.

Endless fury immediately consumed Thor's heart, and he finally made a decision—beg for help!

Hammer God: "Hey, guys, I've been pinned to the ground by a bunch of gays. Can any brothers come save me?"

Forever Seventeen-Year-Old Girl [Administrator]: "Isn't this Thor? Why are you calling for help now?"

Unreliable God of Ninja World: "Bro, start a Livestream. I want to watch you get taken by gays."

Idiotic Goddess: "Ababa."

Plain Reaper: "I remember this guy. Wasn't he going to shove our heads up his ass?"

Spirit of Time: "Can't save you. Just wait to die."

Primordial Great Expert [Group Leader]: "Alright, alright, stop teasing the newcomer. Members are already heading over as a team. Just wait patiently."

Hammer God: "Group Leader, you are magnificent! From today onward, I, Thor, shall be your most loyal friend. Every movement you make radiates endless brilliance. You are truly the moral model of the Nine Realms."

I Want to Eat Mutton: "..."

Kaguya's Young Lady: "..."

Witch Satella: "..."

Leona: "..."

You had changed. You hadn't been like this before.

However, after scrolling through the chat history and realizing that the chat group in his spiritual world was not a curse, but a mysterious organization from the Myriad Heavens and myriad worlds filled with powerful beings—

Thor decisively cast aside something called self-respect.

What was wrong with being a simp!

After all, his power really had been sealed, and he was now so weak that he could not even beat mortals.

If no one came to save him, he even suspected that the virginity he had preserved for so long might be forcibly taken by these strange-looking gays...