A Ton of Uru Metal? Are You Kidding Me!

"What the fuck, what does this have to do with me?!"

Hearing Loren say that he would slaughter him if Thor did not return in time, Loki wore an expression of utter despair.

He was the dignified candidate for the future king of Asgard.

Right now, he had actually been reduced to a bargaining chip for someone else's negotiations, and even a sacrificial lamb!

Was this right?

Feed me peanuts, feed me peanuts!

Loki suffered terribly on the inside, yet Loren simply did not care whether he had any opinions or not, directly finalizing the matter.

Instead, Thor over there shook his head repeatedly, looking at Loren with disbelief.

"What! A ton of Uru metal, what kind of joke are you playing? Do you know how precious Uru metal is?

Even though it is a metal unique to Asgard, its output is extremely low, and it takes decades to produce just a little bit.

If we had a ton of Uru metal, we would have forged weapons for ourselves long ago.

Yet up until now, even we ourselves rarely use weapons crafted from Uru metal.

Now you open your mouth and demand a ton straight away, how could I possibly get that? This is an impossible mission.

If you want to kill Loki directly, just say so; you can make your move right now."

"Hey hey hey! No, Thor, you bastard!

Didn't you just say that we are real brothers who should help each other out? How come you aren't caring whether I live or die now?

You hypocritical petty person, I knew you didn't harbor any good intentions toward me. It's a waste that Father valued you so much; he must be blind!"

"The way you say that makes it sound like your father isn't blind. Isn't he just