"Boo-hoo-hoo, my Mjolnir... Boo-hoo-hoo, this is so good..."
Inside the Confinement Room, Thor wolfed down his hamburgers, crying like a baby several thousand years old.
More than a dozen hamburger wrappers lay scattered at his feet, piled up like a small hill.
Du Mu raised an eyebrow.
Was this the God of Thunder or the God of Gluttony? How could he eat so much?
Du Mu consoled him. "It's fine. Not being able to lift it for a while is perfectly normal. You know how it is with men—once they get older, things like this happen more easily. And you're several thousand years old, after all."
"You don't understand!"
Thor lifted his head in anguish, sauce still clinging to the corner of his mouth. "If I can't lift Mjolnir, that means it no longer recognizes me as its master! I've lost the right to wield it!"
He looked so utterly devastated that you'd think his girlfriend had run off with someone else.
Du Mu analyzed the situation. "Actually, you don't need to be so down. Maybe you just don't meet the conditions for lifting the hammer right now. This could be a test from your father."
Du Mu didn't really believe that Thor's old man, the King of Gods Odin, would give up on him.
After all, he'd spent several thousand years raising this account. If it were Du Mu, he wouldn't want to just delete it.
"Really?"
Thor wiped the sauce from his mouth with his hand, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Du Mu nodded. "You may not be very bright, but you're still your father's son. At his age, he probably can't start a new account, so if you don't inherit his throne, who will?"
Thor: "..."
Why did that sound like an insult?
"Hmph!"
A cold snort suddenly rang out.
Du Mu looked toward the sound and saw a figure in a green coat standing inside the Confinement Room. He hadn't been there a moment ago.
What was strange was that the agents outside the room didn't react at all, as if they couldn't see him.
Du Mu immediately checked the mysterious man's information.
[NPC: Loki Odinson (Laufeyson)]
[Codename: God of Mischief]
[Affection: 0]
[Evaluation: God of Lies, God of Acting, the Nine Realms' greatest mage, professional kidney-stabber]
[Status: Invisible under an illusion]
All right, another god from Norse mythology.
Du Mu was used to it by now.
From Loki's status, it was clear that he'd used some kind of magic to make himself invisible. That was why the other agents hadn't noticed him.
But Du Mu possessed Fiery Eyes of Truth, which could see through all illusions. Loki's magic was completely useless against him.
Loki noticed Du Mu staring at him, but he didn't panic in the slightest.
He had complete confidence in his illusion magic.
Aside from his parents, almost no one could see through his illusions. And on a backwater like Earth, there was no way this mortal could do it. The man had merely happened to look his way.
Loki gave Du Mu a bewitching smile and stared at him with confidence.
To his surprise, Du Mu glared right back. "What are you looking at?"
Loki: "..."
After a moment of silence, Loki simply dropped part of his illusion and revealed himself. He said arrogantly, "Mortal, you're quite impressive. You actually sensed my presence."
Thor, still mourning his hamburger, suddenly saw Loki appear. His face lit up with delight, and he jumped to his feet, grabbing Loki's arm with both greasy hands.
"Loki, you're here!"
Loki looked at the grease and sauce that had instantly smeared across his clothes. The corner of his mouth twitched.
But he endured it and said in a low voice, "I had to come."
As he spoke, a hint of sorrow appeared in Loki's eyes, followed by two parts helplessness, three parts struggle, and four parts anguish. His expression was practically a pie chart.
It was hard to imagine how one person's eyes could convey so many emotions.
Seeing Loki's expression, Thor's heart sank. He hurriedly swallowed the hamburger in his mouth. "What happened? Did those Frost Giants from Jotunheim attack?"
"Yes. Asgard and Jotunheim are at war."
Loki nodded gravely, grief appearing on his face as his emotions rose toward a climax. "Father was old. The threat of another war, combined with the pain of banishing you, was too much for him to bear. In the end, he couldn't hold on and left us."
"What!?"
Thor felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, his eyes wide with shock.
His father... was dead!
Seeing Thor's devastated expression, Loki was secretly delighted. But he looked even more sorrowful on the outside, ready to fan the flames and crush any thought Thor might have of returning, when—
A hand suddenly landed on Loki's shoulder, interrupting the emotions he'd been building.
"Hey, little bro, did you forget about me?"
Du Mu looked displeased.
So the two of them were standing here telling a tragic tale and putting on a tearjerker, pretending he was just some invisible camera?
The mood Loki had carefully crafted was ruined. A surge of anger flared within him, and he shot Du Mu a cold look.
"Impudent mortal! How dare you interrupt a god's conversation!"
Du Mu smiled. "Your name may be Loki, but you don't have to make up a story about your frail old father."
Loki didn't understand what he meant, but he knew Du Mu was calling out his lie.
He gave a cold snort and grabbed Du Mu's arm, trying to snap it and teach the mortal a lesson.
But when he applied force, he couldn't budge it at all!
"Hmm?"
A flash of surprise crossed Loki's eyes.
As an Asgardian and a descendant of Frost Giants, his physical abilities far surpassed the human peak.
Yet he couldn't break this human's arm?
Loki quickly recovered and sneered. "No wonder you could see through my illusion. You're no ordinary mortal. Too bad for you, you're facing a mage."
As he spoke, two daggers appeared out of nowhere in his hands, and he drove them toward Du Mu's abdomen.
Du Mu: "..."
Now that was a proper mage's fighting style!
"Muay Thai Warning!"
Without another word, Du Mu swung an elbow straight into him!
After several rounds of enhancement, Du Mu's strength had increased again.
Loki hadn't even seen him move before the elbow knocked him off his feet. His two daggers fell to the ground, and he slammed into the wall of the Confinement Room, leaving a small crater. Cracks spread out around it like a spiderweb.
Loki's physique wasn't bad, either. He took Du Mu's elbow head-on and barely showed any damage to his face.
Loki struggled to his feet, furious. "Enough! You damned mortal! I am a great god—"
Before he could finish, Du Mu lunged at him and drove a knee hard into his face!
While Loki was dazed and falling, Du Mu grabbed his right leg, heaved him up, and slammed him repeatedly against the floor!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
Terrifying impacts rang out one after another, leaving crater after crater in the Confinement Room.
Thor had been about to stop him, but after seeing how vicious Du Mu was, he backed off.
It was fine. His little brother had been tough since childhood. He could just put up with it until it was over.
After slamming him dozens of times, Du Mu finally let go of Loki's limp body and dropped him on the floor.
Looking down at Loki, who lay motionless, Du Mu scoffed. "And you call yourself a god?"
Thor: "..."
That sounded so familiar.