Strength Creates Miracles

Yake's gaze sharpened as he grabbed Mjolnir directly.

Thor stared intently at Mjolnir, suddenly feeling that something was wrong.

Yake summoned all the strength in his body. The ground caved in beneath him, and his calves sank into the muddy earth.

Yet Mjolnir only moved slightly, leaving Yake somewhat disappointed.

Thor nearly cried out. Fortunately, he held it back, though he still felt a little smug. It was fine as long as no one could lift it. Otherwise, it would be embarrassing for him, the former owner.

Yake shook his head as purple energy surged forth, covering all of Mjolnir in the blink of an eye.

"Sir, an extremely high energy reaction has been detected. It has exceeded the instrument's measurement range."

A bald man turned to Coulson, who was staring at the monitoring screen. Coulson waved a hand, signaling him to stay quiet.

"Get up!"

Yake got serious. Boundless strength concentrated at a single point, and Mjolnir was pulled out bit by bit. Thor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

As the force grew greater and greater, Yake finally lifted Mjolnir by brute force. The ground was already covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Sure enough, miracles or not, everything could be solved with enough strength!

Yake took a deep breath and casually set the hammer back in place.

"Thor, it really is a little heavy, but it's manageable. Not that difficult..."

Yake's humblebrag left Thor feeling deeply resentful, as though someone else had slept with his lover. His Meow Meow Hammer was no longer pure...

"Damn!"

Seeing the overloaded ground, Yake felt that he might have used a little too much force. He should leave this troublesome place before someone came over to nag at him again. When Thor saw Yake leaving, he hurried after him, grabbing a notebook