"Mortal, put down Mjolnir. Asgard's divine artifact does not permit the lowly to profane it!"
A majestic voice came from every direction, transforming into an overwhelming pressure that shook Sean's will.
A pair of ancient, wise eyes slowly opened, piercing through the barriers of time and space. An illusory figure projected itself from beyond a distant starfield, solidifying into a formidable old man clad in golden armor and wearing a golden helm. Two divine ravens perched upon his shoulders, symbolizing thought and wisdom. He held the famed spear Gungnir, and cold light gleamed in his one remaining eye.
Sean smiled faintly and ignored the King of Asgard's stern rebuke. Odin, who had crossed space to arrive here, was not worthy of much respect from him. A sharp golden gleam flashed deep in his eyes, and a surging golden torrent burst from his body like an astronomical tide, rumbling as it swept through the void.
The King of Asgard's will suffered a fierce impact. His solidified figure rippled like water. Odin, newly awakened from his slumber, had not expected this seemingly insignificant Midgardian to possess power strong enough to resist a god.
Beneath that human body surged a terrifying aura that made one's heart tremble, like a fiercely burning sun that could erupt with incomparable light and heat at any moment.
"Honorable King of the Gods, perhaps I will visit Asgard in person before long. Before that, you should deal with your own enemies first."
Sean chuckled softly. His mind condensed into an incredibly piercing, sharp cone, and the divine figure within his mental world, like a dream bubble, was lightly punctured.
This was a little trick he had learned from the professor. It seemed to work rather well on Odin, whose slumber had been interrupted.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, if