In the underground space beneath Central Park.
Yang Bo was still toying with Mjolnir, but he did not dare set it on a table or the floor. He had just tested it: once he took it out and put it anywhere else, he still could not pick it up without the help of a torch.
"Skye, do I look cool holding this hammer?"
Skye scrutinized Yang Bo as he struck a pose. After studying him carefully for several seconds, she said in all seriousness, "No!"
Yang Bo felt as though a bucket of cold water had fallen from the sky and drenched his head. He looked sternly at Skye. "You have to swallow a thousand needles if you lie, you know!"
Skye burst out laughing. "Boss, you're wearing shorts and a tank top. No matter how you look at it, that hammer just doesn't match. Besides, a hammer doesn't suit you. I think you should carry an axe instead. That would fit your title!"
Yang Bo: "..."
Yang Bo looked down at his clothes, then tossed the hammer into his inventory without another word. He had made up his mind: unless he was digging tunnels, Mjolnir could sit in his inventory gathering dust.
He no longer cared about a measly 25 points of attack.
Still, Skye had raised a real issue. Other superheroes all had their own distinctive outfits, while he ran around in shorts and a tank top every day, or jeans and a T-shirt when he wanted to dress up a little. It really did hurt his image.
Yang Bo remembered that the wizard outfit in [Witchcraft] looked pretty good. The next time he went to the Twilight Forest to loot chests, he would have to collect a few more sets.
Just then, Skye suddenly asked, "Boss, I