Dagger-Wielding Melee Mage Loki

"Waaah, my Mjolnir, waaah, this tastes so good..."

Inside the Confinement Room, Thor was devouring a burger, crying like a thousands-year-old baby.

A dozen burger wrappers lay scattered at his feet, piled up into a small hill.

Du Mu raised an eyebrow.

Is this the God of Thunder or the God of Gluttony? He can really put it away.

Du Mu offered some comfort: "It's fine. It's normal to be unable to lift it for a while. You know how men are—it happens as we get older, and you're thousands of years old, after all."

"You don't understand!"

Thor looked up in grief and indignation, sauce still clinging to the corners of his mouth: "Being unable to lift Mjolnir means it no longer acknowledges me as its master! I have lost the qualifications to possess it!"

Looking at his devastated expression, one would think his girlfriend had run off with someone else.

Du Mu analyzed: "Actually, there's no need to be depressed. Perhaps you just haven't met the conditions to lift the hammer yet. Maybe this is a test from your father."

Du Mu didn't really believe that Thor's old man, the King of Gods Odin, would just give up on Thor.

After all, he'd spent thousands of years raising this character; if it were him, he certainly wouldn't be willing to just scrap it.

"Really?"

Thor wiped the sauce from his mouth with his hand, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

Du Mu nodded: "Although you aren't exactly the brightest, you are your father's son, after all. At his age, he probably can't start a new save file. If he doesn't pass the throne to you, who else is he going to give it to?"

Thor: "..."

Why does it feel like I was just insulted?

"Hmph!"

A cold snort suddenly rang out.

Du Mu followed the sound and saw that, at some point, a figure in a green coat had appeared inside the Confinement Room.

Strangely, the agents outside the Confinement Room showed no reaction, as if they couldn't see this person at all.

Du Mu immediately checked the mysterious person's information.

[NPC: Loki Odinson (Laufeyson)]
[Codename: God of Mischief]
[Affinity: 0]
[Evaluation: God of Lies, God of Acting, the Nine Realms' premier mage, professional kidney-stabbing enthusiast]
[Status: Illusion Stealth active]

Fine, another god from Norse mythology.

Du Mu was already used to it.

From Loki's status, it was clear that this guy must have used some kind of magic to turn invisible, which was why the other agents hadn't noticed his presence.

However, Du Mu possessed the Fiery Eyes of Truth, which could see through all illusions; Loki's magic was completely useless against him.

At this moment, Loki noticed Du Mu's gaze fixed on him, but he didn't panic in the slightest.

He had great confidence in his illusion magic.

Aside from his parents, almost no one could see through his illusions, let alone in a backwater place like Earth. This mortal before him must have just happened to look over by chance.

Loki gave a wicked smile, staring at Du Mu with full confidence.

To his surprise, Du Mu stared right back: "What are you looking at?"

Loki: "..."

Loki remained silent for a moment, then simply dispelled part of his illusion to reveal his form, saying haughtily: "Mortal, you are quite impressive to be able to detect my presence."

Thor, who had been immersed in his burger-induced sorrow, suddenly saw Loki appear. A look of pleasant surprise crossed his face, and he stood up abruptly, grabbing Loki's arm with his grease-stained hands.

"Loki, you're here!"

Loki watched the grease and sauce instantly smear onto his clothes, his face twitching involuntarily.

But he held it in, his voice low: "I had to come."

As he spoke, a hint of sadness, two parts helplessness, three parts struggle, and four parts pain appeared in Loki's eyes, looking just like a pie chart.

It was hard to imagine that a person's eyes could express so many emotions at once.

Seeing Loki's expression, Thor's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly swallowed the burger in his mouth: "What happened? Did those Frost Giants from Jotunheim attack?"

"Yes, Asgard and Jotunheim are currently at war."

Loki nodded heavily, a look of grief appearing on his face as his emotions gradually built to a climax: "Father is advanced in years. The threat of renewed war, combined with the pain of your exile, was too much for him to bear. In the end, he couldn't hold on and left us."

"What!?"

Thor was struck as if by lightning, his eyes splitting with rage.

Father is dead!

Seeing the look of collapse on Thor's face, Loki was overjoyed, though he feigned even greater sorrow on the surface. Just as he was about to add fuel to the fire and completely extinguish any thought Thor had of returning, a hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, interrupting the emotions he had been brewing.

"Little brother, did you forget about me?"

Du Mu's expression was unfriendly.

The two of them were here telling stories and acting out a tragic drama, treating him like a camera that didn't exist.

The atmosphere Loki had meticulously crafted was shattered, and a surge of anger flared up as his cold eyes swept toward Du Mu.

"Rude mortal! How dare you interrupt a conversation between gods!"

Du Mu laughed: "Even though your name is Loki, there's no need to make up a story about a fragile old father."

Loki didn't understand his words, but he knew Du Mu was exposing his lies.

He let out a cold snort and reached out to grab Du Mu's arm, attempting to snap it to teach this mortal a lesson.

But when he exerted force, he couldn't budge it at all!

"Hmm?"

A flash of shock crossed Loki's eyes.

As an Asgardian and a descendant of a Frost Giant, his physique far exceeded the peak of humanity.

He couldn't even move this human's arm?

But Loki quickly regained his composure and sneered: "No wonder you could see through my illusions; you are indeed no ordinary mortal. It's just a pity that you are facing a mage."

As he spoke, two daggers appeared out of thin air in Loki's hands, which he thrust viciously toward Du Mu's abdomen.

Du Mu: "..."

What a pure way for a mage to fight!

"Muay Thai Warning!"

Without a word, Du Mu slammed an elbow strike straight into him!

After several enhancements, Du Mu's strength had grown even further.

Before Loki could even see his movement, he was knocked off his feet by the elbow. The two daggers fell to the ground, and his entire body slammed heavily into the wall of the Confinement Room, creating a small crater with cracks spreading out like a spiderweb.

However, Loki's physique was not bad; he took Du Mu's elbow strike head-on without sustaining much damage to his face.

Loki struggled to stand up and said angrily: "Enough! You damned mortal! I am a great god..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Du Mu pounce on him and drive a knee strike hard into his face!

Taking advantage of Loki being dazed and falling to the ground, Du Mu grabbed his right leg, exerted sudden force, lifted his entire body, and began slamming him against the floor!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!

Terrifying sounds of impact rang out continuously, leaving crater after crater in the Confinement Room.

Thor had wanted to intervene, but seeing how brutal Du Mu was, he stepped back.

It didn't matter; his brother had been tough enough to take a beating since he was a child, so he would get over it if he just endured.

After slamming him dozens of times, Loki's body finally went limp, and only then did Du Mu let go and toss him onto the ground.

He looked at the incapacitated Loki and said with disdain: "And you call yourself a god."

Thor: "..."

That sounded very familiar.