The Thunder God Who Couldn't Control His Own Lightning

The Prince clearly hadn't expected to meet the Reincarnation of the Thunder God on an occasion like this.

The man had hidden his identity well. Even though lightning kept striking him, no one had guessed he was the Reincarnation of the Thunder God.

After all, anyone who kept getting struck by lightning ought to be someone the Thunder God disliked.

Thor strode straight up to William and held out a hand to shake his.

Sparks flashed.

The trick William had imagined never happened.

After all these years, the Thunder God's Left Hand had long since become his own. There was no way Thor could simply take it back.

And what had happened recently wasn't a hand swap. He had merely absorbed enough energy to strengthen his left arm and right hand completely.

"Does it work well?" Thor asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Yep!" William raised his chin, looking proud.

"Does it feel good?"

"Very good."

The brief exchange carried so many implications that Caesar and the others nearly stared their Mithril Alloy Dog Eyes out of their sockets.

Then they watched William and Thor walk out with their arms around each other's shoulders, apparently heading off for a private chat.

At that, quite a few people looked toward Keane Angus, another Lightning Element Brawler.

He had been chatting happily with William just moments ago. They had even shaken hands warmly.

"Not me. I didn't. I've got nothing to do with them..." Keane Angus shook his head in panic, making it clear that not all Lightning Element Professionals shared that particular preference.

Kassadin, the nephew of the Eastern Region Mercenary Guild's president, clinked his glass against Keane's and asked curiously, "Is it especially fun between you Lightning Element Professionals?"

Keane Angus's face darkened. He glanced at Kassadin's pert backside and said grimly,