Anyone Could Pick Up Mjolnir and Swing It Around

Thor looked utterly dejected, his pupils dilated, and his spirits were low. His once magnificent golden hair and beard, which had been as splendid as a lion, were now dull and lifeless, as if they had just been violated. He had lost all of Thor's domineering presence.

The day Thor picked up Mjolnir, he thought he was the chosen one. The harsh reality told him that he was just a hammer keeper, and a temporary one at that.

He deeply regretted that when Odin mentioned the Dark Elves, he should have wisely chosen not to hear it, instead of rushing headlong into this bottomless pit.

Otherwise, he and Loki wouldn't have become prisoners, and Mjolnir wouldn't have been taken away by others again and again, right in front of him.

Thor was devastated, but fortunately he was stubborn and didn't completely give up, though he couldn't help feeling depressed and frustrated.

Back in Asgard, Mjolnir only favored him, ignoring all other sycophants.

After arriving in this colorful world, everything changed. Anyone could pick up Mjolnir and wield it with ease, as if it were a matter of course. And Mjolnir... had lost its former reserve. Including him, it had changed hands four times!

Four times!

Four people!

The thought of that number made Thor's heart bleed. He vowed that even if Odin redeemed Mjolnir, he would still... remain deeply in love and pretend that nothing had happened.

After all, if he doesn't have Mjolnir, someone else will. If he doesn't have Mjolnir, he's left with only some scrap metal to choose from.

Even something that's been used four times is better than scrap metal!

If Thor was feeling frustrated and a little aggrieved, then Loki was practically shutting himself off, because he was just one of the many admirers of Mjolnir's hammer.

As the second prince of Asgard, Loki has the most prominent status among the many admirers, which inadvertently inflates the value of Mjolnir, making it even more unattainable.

Although the hammer never said anything to him, Loki firmly believed that once he became King of Asgard, the hammer would change his mind and leave Thor to join his arms.

Now that Mjolnir's hammer has become valuable, he kicked that sycophant aside and ran off with three other people in a row.

For a moment, Loki felt utterly despondent, disillusioned with the world, and only wanted to be alone.

"Do you two really need to be so sad?"

Natasha didn't feel anything was wrong. She had never been a fanboy of Mjolnir. It was just that without Thor's power, her strength had declined and she felt a little empty. She planned to have a heart-to-heart talk with Russell that night and ask for some psychological counseling.

Loki remained silent, withdrawn. Thor shook his head slightly and said sadly, "No, you don't understand the meaning behind lifting Mjolnir, so you can't understand how I felt when I saw you all raise the hammer."

"Heh, it's just a broken hammer, what's the point?"

"That's why I said you wouldn't understand..."

Natasha tossed her long, wavy hair and chuckled, "You're the ones who don't understand. Don't overestimate yourselves. The boss told me before that there are countless people in the universe who can lift Mjolnir. He knows at least ten of them."

"..."

Thor remained silent, entering a state of quiet solitude alongside Loki. Both being people experiencing setbacks, the distance between them seemed to shrink infinitely. Suddenly, he realized that his younger brother (or older brother) was more important than anything else, like his hammer.

On the other side, Stegers charged into the battle, wielding Mjolnir. With his strong will, he easily mastered the power of Thor. He raised Mjolnir high above his head and tore down several bolts of lightning from the boundless dark clouds, bombarding Thanos relentlessly.

If Thor were to witness this scene, he would undoubtedly become even more insecure on top of his already withdrawn state. Stegers's casual strike would be nearly as powerful as Sturgess's desperate ultimate attack.

Thunderclaps rained down in succession, Thanos unleashed a barrage of attacks to suppress them, and with a wave of his hand released Cosmic Energy, shattering the lightning while being suppressed to the ground by even more lightning.

"Phantom Demon Emperor Fist!"

Russell, of course, would not miss such a golden opportunity. He raised his hand and unleashed a wave of telekinesis, causing Thanos to freeze in place and be directly bombarded by the lightning.

Then, he crossed his hands above his head, burned his Cosmo to the peak of the Seventh Sense, and unleashed his strongest technique once again.

Galaxy Explosion!!!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth. From deep space, a cluster of light points rapidly expanded, like a solar flare, causing a corner of Morag to gradually light up with a crystalline, blazing white light.

The warships surrounding Morag were far beyond the satellite's orbit, and the battles on the planet's surface were far beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Even the fearless Black Order dared not get too close.

Rumble—

A punch that could destroy galaxies and stars swept across the surface of Morag, tearing apart a bottomless, kilometer-long chasm in the central region of the energy eruption.

The aftershocks swept across the surrounding area, scraping away a layer of the ground. Burning lava gushed out from the cracks in the ground, echoing the distant volcano, spewing black smoke.

The earth's crust shook more and more frequently, and a natural disaster that would sweep across the entire Morag was inevitable. The scorching heat intensified the dark clouds that enveloped the planet, and inexplicable explosions were everywhere. The dark clouds in the sky even occasionally flashed with strangely colored lightning.

Thanos rose from the lava torrent; his skin was nearly indestructible, and he possessed astonishing resistance to attacks from high temperatures, extreme cold, lightning, radiation, and deadly poisons.

"Cough! Cough cough..."

Thanos raised his hand to cover his mouth, purple blood dripping down his fingers. He had been hit head-on by Galaxy Explosion, and it felt as if all the muscle cells in his body were being torn apart. Every nerve was sending out pain signals, making him almost faint.

"Hmph, he didn't kill me with such a good opportunity. It's such a waste to leave the Power Stone to him," Thanos muttered to himself, struggling to raise the Infinity Gauntlet and clenching his fist tightly.

The Mind Stone shone with golden light, Thanos used it to enhance himself, raising his mental will to a level beyond his physical limits. He frantically absorbed Cosmic Energy into his body, causing his mostly repaired body to instantly overflow with Blood Mist.

"This battle..."

Using the Mind Stone to strengthen his beliefs and transform pain into pleasure, Thanos grinned, his cold eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"I will never fail!"

Buzzing!

A dimensional rift opened, Russell crossed his arms above his head, preparing to use the Galaxy Explosion to finish off his opponent.

Thanos grinned maliciously and slammed his fist into the ground. Terrifying energy surged into the depths of the earth, causing the ground to explode and shatter into pieces. Countless plumes of smoke and dust filled the sky, lava surged forth, and a massive explosion, accompanied by intense heat and flames, blew himself and Russell away.

Whoosh!

Thanos had just landed when Mjolnir came hurtling through the air, smashing open a tunnel more than ten meters in diameter in the dust-filled air, and rushing to him in an instant.

Thanos crossed his arms, gripped Mjolnir, and was pushed back by the impact, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

The spatial rift tore open again. Russell raised his fist and rushed behind Thanos, while Stegers appeared in front of Thanos, gripping the handle of Mjolnir tightly, his eyes glowing with blue light.