Only Those with Justice in Their Hearts and Noble Virtue Were Worthy to Wield It

Mjolnir hummed and trembled slightly, its potential energy tilting forward but unable to move an inch.

Russell raised one hand, clenched his fingers, and pinned the object firmly in place, appearing effortless and nonchalant.

[Character Card: Thor Odinson (I am Thor, for the glory of the Northern Gods)]

Indeed, it was effortless. He used Thor's Character Card, which was equivalent to returning Mjolnir to its owner, and naturally caught it with ease.

Without skin coverage, the system's evaluation of Thor made Russell a little panicked, fearing that covering it would turn him into a Shiba Inu.

"This... this is impossible!"

Thor's eyes bulged out, still in the motion of throwing the hammer, with an expression of utter disbelief.

Loki's expression wasn't much better than Thor's. He had tried countless times to lift Mjolnir, never succeeding even once. But his thoughts ran deeper and further than Thor's. Russell could catch Mjolnir, was it possible...?

"Brother, put the hammer away quickly!"

Amid Loki's shouts, Thor realized what was happening and raised his hand, attempting to retrieve Mjolnir.

However, nothing came of it; Mjolnir's hammer remained frozen in Russell's hand, unresponsive no matter how many times he summoned it.

"It's no use. Compared to you, meow... Mjolnir recognizes my talent far more!"

Russell chuckled, and under Thor's despairing gaze, he grasped the handle of Mjolnir and raised it above his head.

Rumble—

Above the clouds, streaks of lightning flashed, silver sparks stirred up a raging storm, and towering thunder surged forth, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

"No, this can't be... it can't be..."

Thor was struck Mind Stone, frozen in place by the unbelievable scene that left his mind blank, only able to repeat the same sentence like a broken record.

On the Asgard side, everyone looked horrified. Mjolnir had abandoned the eldest prince and instead recognized a Dark Elves. Was the end of the world about to come?

"The universe is so vast, how can there be absolute possibility or impossibility!" Russell held Mjolnir in his hand, feeling the power within it.

Mjolnir is very famous and is considered one of the most powerful weapons in the Marvel Universe. It was forged by Odin himself. The Hammerhead is the core of a planet that is about to decay, and the handle is a branch of the World Tree, which can directly link Thor's power and divinity.

In a sense, it represents Thor. Ordinary people cannot lift it, but once anyone of value lifts it, they become the new Thor and gain the power bestowed by Mjolnir.

Russell was experiencing the power bestowed by Mjolnir, the ability to control lightning at will, as if he could unleash billions of bolts of lightning with a wave of his hand and destroy the world.

Russell knew this was an illusion, an illusion born from suddenly gaining immense power, but it was also a manifestation of Thor's potential. When his divinity and the power of Thor were fully combined, the illusion would become reality.

"No, this is impossible... You must have used some kind of magic?"

Thor's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped a lifeline. Unable to accept reality, he forced himself to believe this answer. In his mind, Odin could also lift Mjolnir, so Russell must have used a special ability, rather than being truly recognized by Mjolnir.

"No, I did not use magic. The moment I lifted it, it told me that only those with a righteous heart and noble character are qualified to lift it."

Russell brandished the hammer in his hand, implying that he was a person of integrity and high moral character.

Natasha: ()

Jason: (._.)

The Winter Soldier Team: Too scared to move. (GIF)

Because they were wearing masks, Thor and Loki couldn't see their disgusted expressions. Loki recovered from his shock, took a deep breath, and said, "You're not Dark Elves. Who are you? And why are you wearing Dark Elves mask?"

"Odin should know who I am. If he doesn't, tell him to ask some ill-tempered white-bearded sorcerer. Please convey my respects to Odin, and... if you want Mjolnir back, pay up!"

With a vague remark, Russell picked up his hammer and walked into the Starport. Thor's Character Card was running out of time, and if he didn't leave soon, he would be exposed.

"Wait a minute, leave my hammer behind!"

Seeing Russell leave with his beloved hammer, Thor's expression changed drastically, and he rushed after him like an arrow.

Rumble!!!

A bolt of lightning swept across, striking Thor and crushing him through the debris, leaving a trail of ruins before crashing into a small building.

The warriors of Asgard tried to stop Russell from leaving, but Loki waved them away. Knowing they were no match for him, they still went ahead recklessly. This was not bravery, but rather a lack of common sense.

Several hundred people watched Russell walk away with livid faces, their hearts filled with shame. They clenched their fists but were helpless. Asgard had not suffered such a great loss in a long time.

Loki, with mixed feelings, pulled Thor out of the ruins. Thor was disheveled, his golden hair no longer shining, and was messily covering his face.

His injuries weren't serious, but he was listless and looked quite disheveled.

"Impossible... impossible..." Thor muttered to himself as he raised his hand and called out to the distance, but to no avail and he refused to give up.

Loki opened his mouth, knowing that if Thor continued to be so dejected, no one would be able to compete with him for the throne, but he still spoke up to comfort him, "Brother, I will send a message to Father, Mjolnir will surely return to your hands."

On the spaceship, the Dark Elves saw Russell carrying Mjolnir, but they didn't react much. They had been asleep for thousands of years and were completely out of touch with the times, so they didn't know what Mjolnir meant.

"Set sail, destination Morag!"

Russell gave an order, and seeing that the Character Card was about to expire, he beckoned Natasha over.

"Boss, you wanted to see me?" Natasha's expression was strange. Although there is always a big battle after a big battle, is now a bit inappropriate?

Natasha's eyes were strange. Russell thought she was lusting after his stunning good looks, but now was not the right time. He pretended not to understand, took her hand, and placed it on the handle of Mjolnir.

To Natasha's disbelief, she effortlessly lifted the hammer. "This... how is this possible?"

"What, you've become a broken record too?"

"No, I just..." Natasha choked for a moment, then her expression changed slightly. "Boss, does my ability to lift Mjolnir mean that I am also a person with a righteous heart and noble character?"

Russell: "..."

How dare you say such a thing?

"Boss, why aren't you saying anything? Isn't that right?"

"Don't overthink it. The fact that you can lift this hammer is because I've given you a share of my divine power." Russell patted Natasha on the shoulder. "From now on, whether you're eating, sleeping, or even going to the bathroom, don't let this hammer out of your hand! Not even for a second!"

"Oh, then what about taking a bath?"

"I'll help you!"

Natasha: "..."

How could someone like you lift Mjolnir? The hammer must be blind!